Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Aunt Aunt." Miao Miao nodded like she was pounding garlic, and Yu Guang watched the sound of Mu continually, "I've got your heart, but I ..."

"I know you can't let go of Auntie, a couple of hundred days in a day." Aunt Cousin sighed, "Auntie Cousin told you, even if you remarry, Auntie is still raised in our house and he will still be paid for him as a son , This is a complete friendship of the old days, how do you think? "

Miao Miao soon cried: "No, really not."

She got up from the bed, pulled the aunt out of the door, and locked the room with her backhand: "Let's go to the bright spot."

Speaking here, the aunt said that the unknowing was not guilty, and she was very stressed. In the past, this man was a vinegar jar. She said someone else ’s name. He was not happy, and made her so annoying. If he was normal, he would n’t know what he would look like. Get out of the room safely.

Now, Mu Sheng looked at her all day long with seemingly incomprehensible eyes, not even angry, but she first felt aggrieved for him.

Ling Miaomiao sternly refused, and secretly suspected that she had been masochistic by Mu Sheng.

When the aunt saw her determination, she gave up, shaking her head in regret: "It's a pity, auntie is holding several lines in her hand, all young talents, alas."

When I came to the hall, the servant maid appeared occasionally, and my cousin was embarrassed to mention this matter again, and picked up some other anecdotes. It seems that she also knows that her values ​​are a little out of place in this world.

Aunt Cousin stayed at home until dusk, and there was a carriage to pick it up, and went home regardless of everyone's retention. Before leaving, Aunt Cousin shook her hand and said quietly, "Miao, when do you think about it? Let me know by letter. "

"Got it." Ling Miaomiao couldn't laugh or cry, waved her hand, and watched the carriage roll away, melting into a sunset.

The county guard dad went to someone else's banquet, and the cousin left early. Only she and Mu Sheng had dinner at home, and it was boring to eat. She sent someone to put the meal on the tray and brought it into the room.

Mu Sheng still sat there obediently, squeezing chopsticks and quietly watching her praise dinner.

"Today is the silver fish soup." She happily placed the bowl in front of his eyes, the plumeria in the soup was tempting, and the aroma was strong.

"And braised pork ribs."

Feeling aggrieved, little black lotus did n’t understand anything. She specifically ordered the kitchen to make ribs. The cook she most favored was in the palm of her hand. The ribs were delicious. Side, crisp and raw, "Eat it."

The bad habit of knocking on the side of the bowl was learned with Liu Fuyi. When he was drunk and excited, he knocked the chopsticks on the side of the dish. With a clear sound, he felt very ceremonial. Especially when no one can talk to her, such a sound, as if the other party also answered.

On the table was the brown sugar bun of the chef's specialty, and Miao Miao put one in Mu Sheng's hand, holding his face to look at him: "Eat."

When Mu Sheng took chopsticks to eat normal food, there was an illusion of restraint, but when the sweet brown sugar bite out, the illusion broke, and the brown sugar ran on his finger, and he licked it unkindly Fingers, looked up at her, flashing a strong sense of aggression in his eyes for a moment, making this action look evil.

Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time with wide eyes. He took out his fingers and blinked back at her, looking dazed.

Ling Miaomiao felt that she was ill and quickly handed him another one.

Mu Sheng's hand flinched, watching her shake her head.

"Mu Gongzi, you could eat three at a time." Miao Yuu put the brown sugar bun into his hand with a long heart, "eat more."

He was holding brown sugar buns with three fingers, squeezed his eyes, and gently touched the small flower composed of shredded carrots and carrots on top of his lower lip, and handed it back to her.

Unexpectedly, he patiently put the brown sugar bun on her mouth, black eyes staring at her, seeming to insist on her to eat.

Hey, it used to be that Miao Miao coaxed him to eat, but today it was the other way around.

Ling Miaomiao was excited, and she succumbed to expectations.

When the tray was returned, the hall was in chaos. The county guard father returned to socializing and drank high. A few hundred pounds of people, gyro like a circle, danced and danced. Get bees.

"Good boy!" His eyes were sharp and he saw Miaomiao at one glance, and he turned to the side.

Ling Miaomiao rushed up to support him, it was raining outside, he did not hold an umbrella, and his clothes and shoes were covered with drops of water.

Daddy Ling drank her nose red, like a Santa, staring at her looking left and right, and sighed with satisfaction: "My baby is so cute."

Miao Miao and A Yi left and right, took him back to the room, clenched their teeth and said: "Not as cute as my father."

He was lying on the bed, still shaking his hands and nagging: "I don't believe it, who is your father? Let me see!"

Ling Miaomiao patted the water on her body and pinned a clutter of hair behind her ears, stuck her waist, made a grimace at him, and said crisply: "My father is a treasure, don't show it."

"Miss!" Ayi held down the arms raised by the guard of the county guard like a corpse, grinning his teeth, and convinced the father and daughter, "You go out, let's go on like that, the master is not finished."

"Oh." Ling Miaomiao pulled her head out and told the kitchen to make an anti-hangover soup, leaving the mess to Ah Yi.

On this trip, she also became a half of a chicken, and went back to the room with a candlestick.

As soon as he entered the door, the candle in his hand extinguished with a "chirp" sound, and the room was very dark, and the moonlight was so dark that the light was transparent. Miao Miao taught the darkness that she was blinded by her eyes, reached out and touched, and touched half of the candle on the table, and the core was burnt.

"Strange, didn't I leave a few lights?"

Her boudoir had to put four or five lights at a time, scattered high and low, and the room was full of brilliance.

She took the flint out of the drawer, and just dragged it, the flickering star flew by, reflecting a pair of obsidian eyes.

The next second, a pair of cool hands held her wrist: "Don't light the lamp."

Ling Miaomiao's scream hadn't spoken yet, and she died in her throat.

His fingertips rubbed against her wrists with a little restrained restlessness.

Once or twice, she was suspicious for the third time. Miao Miao's anger rushed up, a little unbelievingly, the candlelight in his hand suddenly lit up, and he turned his head away from it like that. Ignition light jumped on his jade-white face.

"Are you a ghost? Still afraid of light?" Miao Miao lit four or five candles in a row, staring at his face intently, and there were shocking waves in her heart.

really……

Mu Sheng looked at her, and the bright red in the corner of her eyes became more obvious.

Suddenly, he moved, stretched out his hand, circled her in his arms, rubbing her waist roughly with her hands, rubbing it twice, seemingly unable to bear, and tearing the skirt off.

"Miao Miao," his lips leaned against her pinna, and his voice was very gentle, but he clutched her waist under his hands to prevent her from running. "Don't wear wet clothes."

Ling Miaomiao was thrown into the tent by him. His kiss on her neck was very fierce. She felt like a rabbit held by a wolf, and she would be bitten off her throat next second.

Ling Miaomiao took a breath in the gap between her eyes and Venus, and she was sober now.

"Has it been three years?" His eyes were red, and he looked down at her like a dizzying abyss, "Just want to remarry, eh?"

This expression showed that he was getting irritated and out of control.

"I didn't agree ..." Miao Miao was kissed by him, biting her lip and crying. She couldn't break free. She stared at Venus and scratched him twice with her paws. He clasped her hands tightly. In my own heart.

He wanted to do this a long time ago.

The hot temperature came from the palm of her hand, and across her skin, she felt a fresh heartbeat. She faintly thought about how she came over the past few years, her eyes were straight and hot, and she suddenly burst into tears: "Mu Sheng ... you just play with me!"

The teenager "huh" yelled, picked up the man and changed his posture, pressing her hard, holding her almost out of breath, but her lips were gently touching her side, the swaying lights reflected through the tent and reflected on him In the eyes, it turned into a rush of infatuation, "I like to play with you."

"..."

Normally, although he was domineering in this kind of thing, he also missed some of her feelings. She said no, no. This time, she indulged herself and tossed into the middle of the night. No matter how she begged, she refused to stop and she made her cry.

Miao Miao cried so much that she chuckled and lay limp on him, all covered with stamps, her eyes were red and red, tears rolled down his neck into his hair, the young man ’s eyes were bright, kisses and kissed her face, then It is soothing.

Miao Miao is like a dying rabbit, with some effort, biting on his collarbone, "I don't like ... I like you ..."

Mu Sheng lifted the corner of her mouth, stroked her hair, and smelled a familiar gardenia fragrance. The dark night in her eyes was like the mist dispelled by the morning light, disappearing a little bit invisible.

That night, Ling Miaomiao put him in his arms, exhausted and exhausted, but sleepless.

"... I'm hungry." She stared at the top of the tent, her pink lips moved, and said very unwillingly.

She now understands why the brown sugar bun has been deliberately left to her.

The teenager touched her face with nostalgia, got up to tuck her in for a horn, and put on a bed silently in a dress.

"Where are you going?" Miao Miu chased uncomfortably.

He returned and pressed her into the quilt again. Her dark eyes reflected her face purely, and there was a pity of pity in his eyes: "It's dawning, wait for me."

Mu Sheng wore a night dew, and brought back a bowl of steaming noodles, fragrant.

Miao Miao leaned against the head of the bed, blowing it with a spoon, and ate it in a gobble, tears in her eyes.

The teenager leaned casually against the wall, and the dark eyes stared at her intently: "Are it delicious?"

"..." Miao Miao raised her head and stared at him stunnedly.

"Am I good?" Mu Sheng kissed her cheek, as if knocking a seal: "No remarriage."