Chapter 354

The biggest embarrassment for a particularly simple girl is to take a man home for the first time, but make a fool of herself.

Although Fang Yuan took a look and quickly moved away his eyes, Mo Beibei was still blushing with shame. Water mist floated in his eyes. No matter how painful his ankle was, he quickly lowered his head, jumped on one foot, put on his shoes, turned and ran into the kitchen.

Of course, Mo Fu also saw it. He seemed very embarrassed. After a few dry coughs, he turned around and picked up the fruit plate and handed it to Fang Yuan. He asked him to have a taste of what he said. The apples planted in his house (they were preserved by soil after last year's bumper harvest).

You can't eat around.

Mo Fu was obviously not good at talking. He didn't even dare to look at Fang Yuan. He just smiled. When he had just finished an apple, he immediately picked up the fruit plate.

Fang Yuan had no choice but to eat again.

I haven't swallowed the last bite yet. I'm paying attention to his desert father at any time--

"Well, what, uncle, I've already eaten two. I really can't eat any more."

Fang Yuan had to take the fruit plate, put it on the table, and try to find a common language: "the color, aroma and taste of this apple are much better than those bright apples on the market. Did you grow it yourself?"

Sure enough, after Fang Yuan mentioned this topic, the always cautious desert father immediately changed into a person with pride in his face, nodded and said, "well, he planted it himself. When the fruit falls, I pick up the biggest one and save it with soil. It's delicious! "

Mo Fu's family doesn't have an orchard, but he has planted several apple trees in his "private plot" for his family to eat.

The main income of the desert family depends on his father working on the construction site.

The way he said to preserve Apple soil is very simple: pick up some of the best apples, put them in a straw pier woven with wheat straw, wrap them with cotton, wrap them with a layer of plastic cloth and put them under the Kang.

Apples preserved by this method are very different from those in the cold storage. They can make them more delicious and sweet on the basis of preserving the original freshness of apples.

Of course, this storage method is only suitable for "retail investors" and cannot be mass produced. Moreover, due to temperature and other reasons, some apples will rot after the fruit winters.

After Fang Yuan opened the conversation, Mo Fu talked endlessly, from the fruit tree to the construction site, from the construction to the childhood of Mo Beibei, and then how she was sensible and hard, so she went to a famous university in the south.

"Well, it's all thanks to you. If it weren't for your help, Beibei wouldn't be able to find such a decent job -- come, eat apples."

Mo Fu said all the inventory in his stomach. When he didn't know what to say next, he had to pick up the fruit tray again.

Fang Yuan smiled bitterly. Fortunately, before he declined, Mo Mu came out of the kitchen with a plate.

Immediately, father Mo found a new topic: "come on, this is our own little hen, this is our own water chestnut, this is the toon bud on our own tree, this is our family..."

From Mo Fu's family, Fang Yuan knew that he misunderstood his relationship with Mo Beibei.

He wanted to explain, but he couldn't bear to see Mobei limping out and into the kitchen.

Seven or eight dishes are all our specialties.

What's more rare is that the cooking skills of the mother and daughter of the desert family are stunned. Although the patterns can't be compared with the big hotel, the color, smell and smell are quite excellent. Mr. Fang threw away his cheeks and really killed him.

The more delicious he ate, the less gentlemanly he was, and the more prosperous the smile on the faces of the desert couple.

From time to time, I took a look at my daughter, Mobei, sitting around, slightly drooping his eyes. Maybe he had a few drinks. His face was absolutely charming and infinite under the light.

Unknowingly, it was already 8:00 p.m. and all the leftovers on the table were removed. My father made our own wild tea.

After father Mo finished making our wild tea, Fang Yuan looked at the bedroom and smiled apologetically: "uncle, aunt, it's getting late. I think I should go back too. Well, today's dinner is the most delicious one I have had for many years. Hey, hey, in the future, I will often come to the tooth sacrifice. "

Sitting on the sofa next to watching TV, Mo Mu quickly stood up and shouted in the bedroom, "Beibei, you come out for a while, Fangyuan is leaving."

"Oh, ah..."

Maybe it was because of foot pain. Mobei, who went to the bedroom, just promised, and gave a light shout.

Fangyuan heard the sound of broken glass bottles.

When he was stunned, Mu Mo hurried to the bedroom, opened the door and said, "scare, Beibei, why did you cut your foot?"

Fang Yuan hurried over and looked in.

Mobei is sitting on the edge of the Kang, her right foot kicks on the edge of the Kang. There are broken wine bottles on the ground. She is holding a paper towel and pressing her small face red to the heart of her left foot.

The square is clear: before eating, north of the North was scared and sprained, and now it was swollen. She used the native method of our house to wipe the Baijiu, hoping to detumescence.

Mother Mo said outside that Fang Yuan was leaving. When she was anxious to come out to deliver, she accidentally hit the wine bottle on the bedside table on the ground -- coincidentally, her uninjured left foot stepped on the broken glass and made a blood hole.

Seeing her daughter injured, mother Mo was just about to go in, but Fang Yuan took the first step: "aunt, let me come."

Mr. Fang has been wandering in the Jianghu for so many years. He has been shot and injured -- he has long been refined into an expert surgeon. It is a piece of cake to deal with this kind of sprain bandage.

Therefore, when he saw that Mobei needed help, he volunteered.

However, when he walked into the boudoir of Mobei, he realized that it was inappropriate: it seemed inappropriate.

Instinctively, when Fang Yuan turned around and was about to go out, he saw the honest old desert, pulled his daughter-in-law to follow in, and closed the door considerately.

Eh, what are you playing with? You really treat me as your son-in-law for the first time. I've only known your daughter for three days. Don't worry about me.

Fang Yuan raised his hand and scratched the back of his head. It was a little embarrassing.

However, after smelling the bloody smell in the house, I put these embarrassments behind me: just as the so-called beauty is still bleeding and suffering, you have to scruple the secular etiquette and apply oil under your feet. Isn't that too inhuman?

Anyway, as long as the heart is open, I'm not afraid of other people's gossip. Ghosts call at the door in the middle of the night.

Quickly adjust your mind, Fang Yuan walked to the Kang and naturally complained: "Why are you so careless, sprained your foot and cut yourself."

"I, I'm a little stupid."

Mo Beibei bowed her head and bit her lips. It seemed that if she said another word, she would cry in shame.

I don't dare to make Xiaobei sister cry. She will be struck by thunder.

"Let me go, let me see if there's a thorn."

Fang Yuan bent his knees and knelt on one knee on a small shoe in the north of the desert. With his left hand, he grabbed the girl's white show foot and grabbed the paper towel in her hand.

When he took out the girl's show feet, he could obviously feel her body shaking, her breathing accelerating, and subconsciously retracting her feet.

"Don't move."

Fang Yuan didn't look at her and gave her a soft drink.

Mobei really dared not move.

Pick up the show foot and turn it up slightly. You can see a piece of broken glass the size of a fingernail, which pierces into the foot's heart. Blood is flowing rapidly along the broken glass.

"So careless."

Fang Yuan frowned, pinched the broken glass with his two right hands, and suddenly asked, "when is your birthday?"

"Ah?"

Mobei was stunned. Unexpectedly, Fang Yuan would suddenly ask her birthday, and then blurted out, "on the spring equinox every year -- ah!"

Before she finished, she let out a low cry.

The broken glass with blood was taken out of her foot by Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan suddenly asked her about her birthday to divert her attention, so that when she saw him taking out the glass, she would be instinctively nervous and cause muscle contraction, which would be more painful.

"Well, the problem is not too big. Do you have band aids?"

Fang Yuan put the broken glass on the ground at any time, picked up the veil (used by Mo Beibei to wipe his ankle), stained with half of the residual wine in the wine bottle, grabbed xiuzu's left hand and exerted a little force to make the wound heal temporarily after being squeezed, and quickly wiped around the wound.

There are really band aids in Mobei's bedside table, just as she knew she would be pierced by glass.

Put a cross pattern on her foot, Fang Yuan put it down and picked up her right foot.

Many people say that feet are a girl's second face.

This sentence is true. The more beautiful a girl is, the more beautiful her feet will be. Even if Mr. Fang has a positive attitude and has no foot hobby, he still can't help shaking his heart when holding this beautiful foot that looks like curd fat and warm jade carving.

Some feelings can infect each other.

The area with quite good willpower stirred up in my heart, not to mention the desert north, which was holding xiuzu.

Five toes like lying silkworms stretched nervously, and then tightly clasped them again. When she made a tiny nasal sound, she slowly lay flat on the Kang.

This is due to the girl's contradictory psychology when she is extremely shy and doesn't know whether to resist or obey.

Can only escape.

Originally, I stared at xiuzu in a daze. There was a voice in my heart shouting at the bewitching circle. After hearing the gentle nasal sound of Mobei north, I suddenly woke up and wanted to give myself a mouth: Fang, don't be so dirty, OK?

"Well, what, Xiaobei, in fact, your sprain is not too serious. I'll keep you alive soon. You can't delay going to work tomorrow."

Fang Yuan coughed, dipped some wine from the broken bottle with his fingers, and gently rubbed it on his swollen ankles.

"Round, square, are you distracting me again to reset my ankle?"

The girl spoke, her voice was so soft, just like the soft spring breeze outside the window, blowing on her ears. It was so comfortable.

"Scared, how do you know?"

When Fang Yuan smiled, he suddenly said, "Hey, why is there a scorpion on your bed?"

"Ah, where is it!"

No girl is not afraid of scorpions. Mobei is the same. She sits up like a spring in the soft voice. She is nervous. Just when she wants to lower her head, she hears a crisp click.

"Er!"

When Mobei was gnashing his teeth, when Fang Yuan stood up, he casually patted her on her show foot and said with a smile: "I know I'm diverting your nervous attention and being deceived. Why are there scorpions on your Kang?"

"Yes, there is a big scorpion."

The little face turned pale and quickly turned red in the north of the desert. He stared at the surrounding area for a moment. Suddenly, he bit his teeth again, reached out and hugged him. The cerebellar bag lay in his heart and murmured, "yesterday, he almost stung me -- but I didn't die. He just stung my heart and planted a poison thorn in my heart. The venom quickly infects and hurts. "