Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Her words just fell, and the man's ears flushed red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and her breathing was so deep that she couldn't contain it.

He gasped, "Don't, don't talk nonsense."

Don't go outside, do you want to stay with her?

He Songbai looked at the only bed in the room, barely a double bed, his throat rolled dry and rolled.

Zhao Lanxiang rolled over, squatted down to open the wooden box, and said lightly: "If you are assured of leaving me a girl at the hotel."

"What if there are bad people at night?"

He Songbai's eyebrows knotted when he heard this.

The so-called poor mountains and bad waters are out there, and here are poor and backward, and there are often human traffickers. Traffickers abduct not only children but also women. He Zitun did not buy a wife, but He Songbai knew that in the deeper ditch, the poor man who couldn’t afford the gift was buying a wife from a trafficker.

His object looks like flowers and jade, and he has no power to restrain chickens...

But he felt that if he stayed, he would not be much better than the bad guys.

He Songbai groaned with a headache.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "You don't know how scared I am. I didn't dare to sleep when I was on the train. I finally came back. You still alienated me like this."

"Okay, just leave if you want to go... I'll take a shower first, you can help me look outside."

She found clean clothes and stepped into the bathroom.

At the moment, he was watching from outside, who could only hear the sound of water dripping. The bright light poured into the white-washed wall. The air was filled with a clear and elegant fragrance of lemon.

The enclosed space started to be as hot as a steamer.

He Songbai stood by the wall. His dark eyes stared at the door, controlling his heart and horse, and his thoughts began to diverge. He could kick this simple wooden door with one foot.

His face is getting weird.

Until Zhao Lanxiang came out after taking a bath, she wiped her hair with a towel and called for a man to make her a bed.

"It's been a day since I lifted this tens of pounds of boxes, and my arms are sore."

He Songbai had to go to bed.

He carefully flattened the sheets, and his black, rough hands rested on the white quilt, which was extremely unsightly. This is a pair of peasant hands, all day long with **** and mud, covered with thick cocoons.

When he made the bed, Zhao Lanxiang immediately got into the bed and kicked him with his feet: "Are you going to take a shower too?"

"Accommodation fees have been paid, and more money will be paid to earn back."

He Songbai was kicked in the chest by her white and tender feet, and her heart was crisp.

"it is good."

She is the person who loves cleanliness. The sweaty smell of his body may make her unbearable.

Zhao Lanxiang took out a set of brand-new men's gowns hidden under the box and handed him to him to take them in for washing.

He Songbai stared at the gray long sleeves, his breath was so heavy that he couldn't contain it. The subject's suitcase even carried his clothes with him, showing that the trip tonight had been premeditated.

This warm and daring mother-in-law really wanted to torture him to death.

Seeing him staring at his clothes for a while, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but feel angrily angry and pushed him into the bathroom.

The hotel for three dollars a night is so advanced that He Songbai can't imagine it. He didn't know how to use the shower above his head, and just washed his face with a faucet. Zhao Lanxiang taught him how to twist the flowers, and the drenched water curtain poured out of his head coldly. He Songbai wiped the cold water on his face with his hand.

Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put her clothes out of the bathroom, and got into the soft bed.

She waited for the left and waited for a long time before the man came out, and the skin exposed outside was rubbed red.

"Are you still going?"

Her crooked eyes were like a clear spring, and she seemed to emit a shimmer of shattered mercury, falling on her curled thick eyelashes, and her eyes flickered.

He Songbai groaned dumbly, "I hit the floor and guard you."

He said that he put the spare straw mat from the room on the ground, and the whole person lay flat. He washed the dirty clothes he had changed, hung it under the fan, and waited to dry it to cover his body.

Zhao Lanxiang only smiled when she saw her mouth.

This man is really pure and stupid.

If you change to another man, this time it is estimated that you should move your foot in distraction, where can you still hold it. Zhao Lanxiang was angry and funny, but he also ironed the post with confidence.

Of course, she didn't want to do anything. Although she missed the old man's love for fish and water and coveted his young and strong body, she had been abstained by his nearly perfect self-control.

But of course Zhao Lanxiang refused to let him go like this. At this moment her mind was sober, she lay on the edge of the bed, propped up a pair of pink lotus arms, snuggled down on the pillow and looked down at him.

"How are you doing these days?"

He Songbai's head leaned against the cold floor and said dully: "Very good."

There is no shortage of food or clothing. Such days are better than before.

But every day I miss her, my mind and my body. After a few days of walking, her house was empty, and she thought it hard.

How strong her presence is, she can think of her when she is hungry when she is hungry, when she sees her mending mouth when she is wearing clothes, she also thinks of her, and when someone goes to the pig farm to occasionally raise her mouth, still think of her.

This mother-in-law is really enough to torture people.

If she walks away from here and never comes back, she can also take away his heart!

Fortunately, she came back again, on time, at the moment she was washing fragrantly, dragging two snow-white arms before him.

He Songbai's eyes were dark and thick, as thick as ink that had been overturned.

He looked up at the woman by the bed without turning his eyes. Her loose shirt unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a fair plumpness.

His brain was hot and his nose was itchy. He kept a blank expression on his face and was about to fall asleep. The rapid beating of the chest revealed his guilty conscience, but the poor root of the man prevented him from looking away.

Well, he just took a look.

He didn't move his hands.

"Brother, are you hungry?" the woman asked suddenly, her voice crisp and soft.

He Songbai was so stiff that he didn't dare to move. He swallowed his throat and swallowed. He scolded hardly: "Sleep well, don't think about that much."

Ask a man to be hungry at this time?

His whole body rushed down uncontrollably, his nostrils expanded a bit, and his breathing was muddy, but he held his breath so he could not easily reveal his embarrassment. He grabbed half-dried clothes and covered himself.

Zhao Lanxiang walked down from the bed, squatted down and touched the box, and found a package of moon cakes from inside.

"What kind of flavor do you like to eat?"

Having said that, she found out the moon cakes with lotus paste and yellow stuffing. She knew that the old men liked this popular taste the most. They were served with clear tea, and the moon cakes were sweet and sweet.

She took out the broken tea leaves and asked the hotel for a pot of boiling water.

In the middle of the night, she sat cross-legged on the chair, soaked a pot of tea and handed him a drink. The baked moon cake was cut with a knife by her, revealing the jade-white filling inside, dotted with an orange egg core in the middle.

He Songbai suddenly blushed due to misunderstanding, he took a breath and calmed down.

He also felt the hunger in his stomach. The meal he hurriedly ate before departure in the afternoon was not full at all. At the moment he smelled the scent and he quickly got up and picked up a lotus cake.

The moon cake exudes the unique sweet fragrance of lotus seeds, soft and waxy, and the soft lotus lotus entrance melts, the slightly astringent tea entrance, mixed with the sweetness of lotus lotus, mixed into a sweet and astringent taste, The fragrance is long and bitter.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "Did you eat moon cakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

He Songbai shook his head, his sharp and deep eyebrows stretched, his young face showed a faint smile, and suddenly he was greeted with a dazzling look.

"But it's delicious now."

"Then you have to try more." The woman's cheeks were covered with a shallow pear vortex and made a crunchy voice.

This was the first time He Songbai had tasted mooncakes in his life. He whispered, looking at the subject's expectant and joyful gaze, his eyebrows stained with a smile.

"good to eat."

really tasty.

The author has something to say: *

There are too many supplements, so it becomes a chapter by itself

(There are minor changes at the end of the previous chapter to see)

There is a double change at night

Today, I am handsome, two meters tall and woody!

small theater:

Xiangxiang: Are you hungry?

Brother Bo: (satisfying slobber, animalistic temptation)

A piece of fresh meat hangs in front of your eyes, whether you are hungry or not, you will experience it yourself :)