Chapter 224

Ji didn't expect that Du Cao had such a childish side. He gently laughed and nodded: "you are the most powerful."

Clearly know is flattering words, but do not know why, Du grass is very happy, unconsciously, blush.

Looking at so many people at the door, Du Zhang was very excited. Her eyes were red. She was very pleased that her grass had finally grown up and could be on her own.

After wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, Du Zhang turned around and saw the grass in the corner. He immediately changed his face and strode forward: "grass, what are you doing here? You leg, who let you out? Go back and have a good rest

It was the first time that Du Cao saw his grandmother talking to him so seriously. He immediately felt some unspeakable kindness. He took Du Zhang's arm and gently shook it. Then he said with a smile, "Hey, grandma, I'm ok. It's Xiao Mo who carried me down. I didn't walk."

"That's no good, doctor Fei said. Your legs need to be well recuperated. There's uncle Bai here. Don't make a fool of yourself. Go back quickly."

Ji Shumo stood on one side and nodded with approval: "grandma is right, I'll carry you back."

"Ji Shumo, who are you with?" Du Cao looked at Ji Lyric ink like this, and could not laugh or cry.

Ji didn't answer either. He stepped forward, picked up the man and walked upstairs.

"Hello! Ji Shumo, pay attention, there are so many people When Du Cao looked at the people coming and going in the shop, he stopped and looked this way. He immediately turned red, held Ji's neck tightly and buried his face in Ji's arms.

It's over. I lost my face.

I think my aunt, who has lived for more than 30 years, was taken down by a 14-year-old boy. She is really... Willing.

"Ji Shumo, when I'm ready, let's see how I can deal with you!" Du Cao sat on the bed, staring at Ji Lyric ink.

Ji Lyric Mo is not angry, doting smile: "OK, I'm waiting for you, promise not to fight back."

At this time, small five with medicine bowl came in: "elder martial sister, it's time to drink medicine."

"Why do you always drink medicine? Did Shifu really leave so much medicine for you? " Du Cao now began to doubt whether this smelly boy would take the opportunity to vent? On purpose?

"Elder martial sister, can you have a little conscience? It took me two hours to make it Xiao Wu rolled his eyes and brought the medicine over.

After smelling the taste, Du Cao felt that the taste was not right. It was different from yesterday's medicine. It was just the taste. How could it be so familiar?

God grass?

"Xiao Wu, didn't I ask you to give the divine grass to Xiao Mo?" Du Cao frowned. How dare you dare to defy the law?

Ji Shumo chuckles: "I used half, and the rest is for you."

"I'm just suffering from skin injury. It's a terrible thing for me. You have serious internal injury, so you have to take good care of it." Du grass some urgent, handed the medicine to Ji Lyric ink: "drink it."

Ji Shumo didn't retort and gave a light smile. Then he opened his mouth and put all the medicine into his mouth. With a crooked eyebrow and a bad smile, he tightly clasped the back of Du Cao's head and kissed it.

What happened?

As a child, Xiao Wu immediately closed his eyes and ran out.

It's so terrible. Ji Shumo is so terrible. He is so... Shameless.

Du Cao was also surprised by the sudden kiss. He opened his eyes incredulously, looked at the handsome face magnified several times in front of him, and lost his thinking ability.

Back to God, the bitter juice, has been all the way down the throat, hot to the stomach.

"You! Mean Du Cao gas is not light, push away Ji Lyric ink, face is angry, of course, and shy.

Ji Lyric ink to is very upright, wipe the corners of the mouth, smile: "is not that good, share weal and woe?"

"How dare you say that!"

Du Cao Qi is not light, in front of Ji Lyric ink back of the head, mercilessly slap in the past.

But did not expect, Ji Lyric ink eyes quickly seized her hand: "so hard? It's really cruel. "

Du Cao was Ji Lyric Mo said, instantly lost his temper: "smelly boy, later dare to make their own decisions, see how I deal with you."

"Then this time, you make your own decision. How will you be punished?" Ji Shumo pulls people into his arms, points her nose and laughs wickedly."How dare you do that?" Du Cao is impatient, fiercely poked the chest that pokes season to express Mo: "smelly boy, you are more and more arrogant recently."

"I just want to hurt, pain, bitterness, sweetness and grass with you. In the future, we will do everything together, all our lives together, OK?" I knead people into my arms. Ji's voice is very gentle.

Du Cao's heart softened, and she could feel Ji's deep feeling.

"Glib." Du Cao ordered Ji's lips, and then said seriously: "smelly boy, I remember every word you said. If you dare to cheat me, I will cut you myself."

"At a young age, it's like fighting and killing." Ji Shumo chuckles and pecks at Du Cao's mouth. His eyes are full of tenderness.

Looking at the boy in front of me, the thoughts of Du Cao are far away.

In the last life, she was not like this?

On this thought, she suddenly felt that Ji Shumo was just like another self in the world.

"Xiao Cao, are you tired? Let me sleep with you for a while?" Ji Shumo looked at Du Cao a little tired and said it softly.

Originally, Ji Shumo had no evil thoughts, but it was not like that when he heard this in Du Cao's ears.

Guard of cover chest, looking at Ji Lyric Mo, not good gas said: "you this smelly boy, how always want to sleep with me?"? It's a conspiracy. "

Looking at Du Cao's alert, Ji Shu Mo couldn't help but smile: "it's not that I haven't slept. How can I be shy now?"

Make it clear!

What do you mean you haven't slept!

Sleep is a noun, not a verb, OK?

"Ji Shumo, you stinky boy, I think you are more and more in need of beating!" Du Cao became angry and gouged out Ji Shumo.

"I've told you so many times, brother." Ji Shu Mo patiently corrects the name of Du Cao. He doesn't know what happened to Du Cao. He is still a little girl and calls him a smelly boy. It's really awkward.

"Bah! I'm not ashamed. " Du Cao white Ji Lyric ink one eye, embarrassed red face.

Although she is only eleven years old, she has a soul in her thirties.

As a senior old aunt, I'm very sorry for the flowers of my motherland. If I call another 14-year-old brother, it's a shame in shame. It's a matter of principle. I can't compromise.