Village Girl Struggle

The little daughter-in-law heard Wei Dalang's words, although she knew the answer was the same, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Oh."

Her long eyelashes drooped down, and her rosy lips pouted slightly.

Orphan...

Why are there so many people in the dreams I have at night, lively, and the dreams seem to be taken for granted, but when I wake up, I don’t remember them at all?

And his father-in-law is so strange.

The word orphan is supposed to be very lonely and desolate.

But every time Da Lang talks to him, he feels that he has this kind of emotion at all?

It seems that Da Lang is quite satisfied with his status as an orphan?

Seeing Jiang Ying's slightly low appearance, Wei Haoge couldn't help but stretch out his big hand, put Xiaojiao's wife in his arms, squeezed his face, and rubbed his head.

"What do you think of again?"

The question was relaxed and casual, but his eyes flashed slightly.

Jiang Ying wrinkled his nose and said in frustration, "I still can't remember anything."

According to my husband, both of them were orphans. They were persecuted in their hometown and their backgrounds were out of town. They moved to this small town. However, they fell ill on the road, and they forgot everything before they woke up.

I still remember the days when I first woke up, I was worried every day, for fear that the only Wei Dalang who looked familiar would also leave her, so he almost became Wei Haoge’s little tail, where to go, Lian Weihao Song is like a toilet, and I waited eagerly outside...

Every time this experience was mentioned by Wei Dalang, Jiang Ying blushed and hurriedly reached out to cover Wei Dalang's mouth.

Wei Haoge smiled a little, "It's nothing if I can't remember it, it's not a big deal."

He remembered that under the weird situation that day, seeing Du Hong not knowing where to take Xiao Ying, he flew forward and rushed over. It happened to hold Xiaoying's shoulder.

The white light was blazing in front of him, so strong that people couldn't open their eyes.

Then he felt his body floating in the air.

All five senses are lost.

But in the dimness, there seemed to be a voice asking in the bottom of my heart, "What do you want most now?"

What do you want most?

If this question was asked when he escaped from Beiyong Kingdom at the age of eight or nine, it must be revenge and revitalize the family business.

If he was in the North Yong Kingdom in the few years, he would hold as much power as possible in his own hands, return as soon as possible, and hold him back.

Unfortunately, it took him too long.

Come back again. Xiaoying already belongs to others.

Even if he has power in the princes and rich in the enemy's country, he still can't get the heart that he wants most.

If you ask him what he wants most now?

Unobtainable. Naturally the most wanted...

He seemed to be asking and answering in his heart, or a thought flashed through.

It seems to be just a moment, and it seems to be as long as a few years have passed.

When he woke up, he was already in Beiyong country seventy years ago!

He was lying between the mountains and forests, beside him was Jiang Ying, who was asleep.

miracly. Both he and Jiang Ying are nearly ten years younger.

He still remembered the ecstasy when he discovered his great changes and the sleeping girl Jiang Ying beside him.

It turns out that there is such a miraculous thing in this world!

Jiang Ying woke up. Just like a newborn baby, he doesn't remember anything, but only uses those pure eyes. Looking at him watery.

It seems to be a piece of white paper, without any trace of the past.

It was just a momentary effort that he thought up a set of rhetoric.

A pair of orphans who depend on each other.

After a long period of love, they became married.

Seventy years ago, the country of Beiyong was first established. Hundreds of waste are waiting for prosperity, and there is no such dark and corrupt officialdom as later generations. The current situation is stable, and the lives of ordinary people are still going on.

He remembers all the major events that happened in seventy years.

With this golden finger, there are plenty of opportunities for him to easily gain merit, fame, profit, and profit.

What's more, the famous Weilong King from the past life?

People always pursue what they can't get.

Wei Haoge did not follow the old path of his previous life.

Although power and wealth are readily available, he does not take it.

Just brought Jiang Ying to this most stable town in Beiyong State.

Rent a house.

In a small shop, I found a good job.

Although the daily accounting is complicated, it is nothing more than a piece of cake for a descendant of the Wei family like him.

The only thing he has to worry about is to control the speed of his calculations so as not to appear too garish.

The wages are more than enough to support him and Jiang Ying.

Of course, he also gradually saved a small amount of private money, ready to buy someone to serve in the future.

There are only two people living freely.

But let Xiaojiao's wife do these tasks, he was a little bit reluctant.

Maybe after a while, he should also go to the countryside to buy a piece of land and build a small and inconspicuous village.

Give birth to a few dolls, all of them are as cute and lively as...

Such a life is complete.

Wei Haoge thought this way, and suddenly heard a slight whistling sound, but it was the oil lamp on the lampstand by the table that exploded.

"It's time to cut."

Jiang Ying got up and went to look for the scissors, before turning around, he felt that a strong arm was wrapped around his waist.

The big hands wandered freely on the delicate body, wherever they went, they lit up small flames.

"Mo care about it, darling, let's settle it."

In the past, Xiaojiao's wife was still young. Although she had long been known as a husband and wife, the playfulness between the two was more real than an ordinary couple.

But he has been scrupulous about having **** with young people, which would hurt the girl's body.

He forced himself to be patient, and waited until Jiang Ying's seventeenth birthday, and then started the first trial.

Someone used to be in a high position and experienced worldly affairs, but in this relationship between men and women, he is really inexperienced.

Although the first experience of the two was not terrible, it was also messy and nervous.

Only at the end, there is a little enjoyment.

But someone has an unexpected surprise.

When they wore them seventy years ago, they became more than just boys and girls in appearance.

Xiaoying, she turned back into an unmanned girl even in the hidden part of her body.

This is really a bit wretched and magical.

It has only been a month since the two first tried Yunyu.

I don't know if he was too aggressive the first two times and scared her.

At night there is always a slight resistance.

He couldn't help thinking about it.

If it is replaced by someone else. Will Xiaoying be like this?

But often when this idea came together, they were immediately cast aside by myself.

The good times now can be considered to be stolen by luck.

If there is any random thinking, in case, one day, suddenly... I wear it back all of a sudden, and I really face those people.

How can he live?

It is uncomfortable to ask for nothing.

It's more terrible to gain and lose!

By the way, two days ago, he sneaked into the bookstore and took a tael of silver to bribe the second person in the bookstore, and asked him to get some fine guide 72-style pictures with in-house pictures. Wrapped with the skin of the scriptures outside, when I was working, I secretly delved into it.

Um. Self-feeling seems to improve greatly in theory.

Seeing my mate's eyes become deep, his voice is also a bit hoarse.

The little wife suddenly felt a little nervous and involuntarily pursed her lips.

"Dalang, are you tired? Wait a moment, I'll make the bed..."

Well, it must be too hard to work in the shop. Da Lang will come back soon and will go to bed soon.

So guilty, Da Lang has worked so hard to support his family, but he is leisurely at home, and his food and clothing are better than his neighbors.

Shouldn’t I learn from my neighbor Zhao Dasao’s diligent and thrifty housekeeping?

Jiang Ying was thinking about the virtuous little wife of Shude all the way. Suddenly I felt that I was light, and I was hugged in the air.

Wei Haoge's eyes were burning, and the corners of his lips were smiling. But it kept falling down, on her face and neck, as if there were marks imprinted on her.

"Well, it's very tired. However, Yinger asked me to kiss me well for my husband. I'm not tired anymore."

Remembering those 72 poses, as well as the pre-order movement and the post-order ending within two days, can't let people see the clues of the emotions, is it easy to be fair?

The little daughter-in-law who finally fell on the bed reacted, she had no traces of her body, and she looked like a lamb in vain.

Ah!

When did Da Lang become so fast?

Although it was not the first time that she was facing each other naked, the little daughter-in-law still blushed, her neck and the roots of her ears became pink, and her two small hands hurriedly covered the shining eyes on the opposite side.

Wei Haoge didn't rush, caught the pair of little hands, kissed and kissed on the palms of the palms, and saw with satisfaction that even the palms and tender lotus root-like arms were also coated with a layer of light powder.

Not to mention the more alluring Xuetao and the slender willow waist...

The whole body of the little daughter-in-law is pink and tender, as if transparent, and if you bite it, it will be supremely tender and delicious...

He thought like this, but his hands and feet were faster than his consciousness, already covering the soft and smooth incredible body, using his lips and tongue together, and he took a bite.

A cry of protest sounded in his ear, delicate and tender, like a cat coquettishly.

It made him even more passionate.

But he still raised his head to see if he really hurt his little daughter-in-law.

But seeing the water in the eyes and the waves in the eyes, the place where he bitten is only slightly red, and it should be no problem to think about it.

In fact, the little daughter-in-law just saw him open her mouth with dense white teeth, biting her mouth, feeling like a little white rabbit in a wolf's mouth, she screamed in fright, not because of the pain.

"Ying'er, I kissed carefully, it didn't hurt at all."

Someone with theoretical guidance is extra patience, half coaxing and half seducing, with gentle touches on his hands, while talking some love words in his small ears. In fact, it does not matter what the content is, as long as the tone is gentle and pleasant. That slight guard can be eliminated.

Sure enough, no hard work, no gain.

The joy of fish and water, the dancing of two people, is the happiest in the world.

Someone with sweat on his forehead fell on the side of the bed, the amazing joy, the terrible joy, it seemed that the aftertaste was still there, and the aftertaste was long.

The person in his arms was also sweating a little bit of the same fragrance. At this time, he was very tired and asleep, nestling on his chest in a very trusting posture.

The light of that oil lamp was already weak at this time because the oil was running out.

Wei Haoge paused lazily for a while, looking at the person in his arms through the faint light, only feeling that there is nothing beautiful, the more I look at it, the more I love it.

He stretched out a big hand and slowly descended from the slender waist to cover the flat snow-white plain, as if he declared everything, and stopped moving.

This is his woman.

Maybe soon there will be bones in bones, blood in blood.

If this is a dream, let him wake up slowly...

According to the records of the Beiyong Kingdom, in the early years of the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the Wei family lived in the city of Huai’an. Wei's husband and wife are great powers in the world, good luck and avoiding evil, doing good in the village to accumulate blessings, and the township party inherits their benefits and calls them Wei Gong.