Chapter 227

"I'm afraid those people are coming for me. Why don't I move out?" Ji doesn't want to drag down Du Cao. He wants to stay away from her.

Du Cao white Ji Lyric ink one eye: "you less stinky beauty, what have you to do with it."

"Xiaomo, I know that you have been holding a breath in your heart, and I know that you have a blood feud on your shoulder, but now, we have to protect ourselves, you know?" Du Cao holds Ji's hand and looks into Ji's eyes. He can't express his heartache.

Du Cao seldom speaks seriously, but every time he is so serious, his words are very heavy.

"Fool, you shouldn't have been involved in this." Ji Shumo gently touched Du Cao's cheek, some guilt.

Du Cao white Ji Lyric ink one eye: "know sorry for me, later can be good to me."

With that, he waved his hand directly: "OK, you are tired all day. Go back to sleep."

Go back to bed?

Ji Shumo's eyes turned around, then covered his heart, with a painful look on his face: "grass, I have a good pain here, I must have a relapse of my old injury, I can't walk around."

When I was hugging and kissing myself just now, why didn't I see his chest ache?

The corner of Du Cao's eyes lashed out: "Ji Lyric ink, can you play a little more grandiose?"

"I really hurt. I don't believe you touch it. You touch it." Ji Lyric Mo wronged pathetically took Du Cao's hand, forced other people's hand on his heart position: "you help me knead, I really hurt."

Sure enough, a coquettish boy is the best.

Even if Du Cao knew that Ji Shumo was acting in disguise, but for the sake of his beautiful face, he just could cooperate with his performance and turned a blind eye to it.

"Well, I'll rub it for you, and my sister will rub it for you." Du Cao chuckles and rubs Ji's chest.

"Brother." Ji Shumo suddenly pressed Du Cao's hand, his voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were burning at Du Cao.

Does the child have any special obsession with the title of brother?

Du grass gently smile, then white Ji Lyric ink one eye, not light not heavy in his chest patted: "well, it's late, quickly go back to bed, don't make a noise."

"Oh, I didn't make trouble with you. I'm in a lot of pain. Good sister, let me sleep here." After a period of contact, Ji found a beauty.

That is, as long as you have a thick skin, there will be no sweetness you can't eat.

It's not being unconscionable and coquettish with your eyes closed. It's very shameless.

Du Cao looks at Ji Lyric ink like a little milk dog in front of her eyes, and her heart becomes a pool of water in an instant.

Go to his principles!

Who cares about that.

Du Cao directly opened his quilt: "if you dare to move, I will throw you out."

"Good!" Ji Lyric Mo said heartache, action is very fast, all of a sudden into the ducao quilt, familiar with the people knead into the arms, happily sleep in the past.

Although Du Cao knew this guy was acting before, can we do the whole thing?

Is it a little too fast to change from front to back?

Du Cao sighed helplessly and poked Ji's heart: "shameless man."

"I'd love to." Ji Shumo closed his eyes and held Du Cao's arm tightly.

"Never again." Du Cao is very serious about warning Ji Shumo.

Although both of them are still very young, and there will be no more distance between them, anyway, they are always sleeping in the same bed. Sooner or later, something will happen.

What's more, people's words are formidable, and duckweed has already experienced them in person.

The capital, Mufu.

All the way bumpy, Mu Shiqing finally returned home, originally wanted to quietly go home, but did not expect, just entered the door, was caught.

At the door stood a middle-aged couple, male dignified, female gentle, although older, but still charm, ziyouwei.

"Father, mother." Mu Shiqing lowered her head and her voice was too low to be heard.

"Well! Do you know how to come back? " The man gave a cold Snort and reproached.

It's no one else. It's Mu Yuanshou, the Minister of the Ministry of war. He seems smart, but he's so stupid that he can't even tell if his daughter is his own.

Casually holding a child, but also dote on the eyes as if the same.Mu Shiqing looked at Mu Yuanshou's serious appearance, swallowed his saliva, looked at his wife sun Huiyue, and cautiously called out: "Niang."

"Now you know how to call me mother? Why don't you tell me when you sneak out

Sun fenyue looked at Mu Shiqing in a coquettish way. Although she said it was a reproach, the concern in it could not be concealed.

Mu Shiqing, clever, rubbed sun Huiyue's side, hooked her arm and said in a soft voice: "Oh, mother, I'm just going out for a walk. Isn't this coming back? I'm wrong. I'll never dare to do it again. Can't I? "

This daughter was born after sun Qiyue's hard work. After so many years of careful education, she naturally loves her dearly: "you are willful. You can't run around any more because I love you with your father. Do you know?"

"Yes, mother, I know. I promise I will never dare again."

Mu Shiqing nodded his head with a smile and promised again and again.

Mu yuan Shou's face looked better: "smelly girl, next time, my family will serve you!"

"Oh, Dad, they know it's wrong!" Mu Shiqing took a careful look at Mu Yuanshou, who was soft and coquettish.

"Master, don't talk about Qing Qing any more. You must be tired after going out for so many days. Take a bath and change clothes quickly and let the kitchen cook more good dishes." Sun Huiyue took Mu Shiqing's hand and walked towards it together.

Although Mu Shiqing's face was smiling cleverly, he thought in his heart.

At present, her father and mother are incomparable love for her, Shangshu family is everywhere to respect her.

But in such a day, Mu Shiqing was worried, because she knew very well that all the good things were stolen by her. She was just a dove in the nest.

As like as two peas and his mother looked alike, Mu Shi Qing was jealous.

For so many years, she had the best food, but this face was so disheartened, let alone beautiful, even pretty.

Thinking of this, Mu Shiqing clenched her fist. Since the rich life had been in her hands, she would grasp it firmly. No matter who wanted to take it away, it would be a dead end.

The warmth of Mufu, duckweed has never been rare, if you can, duckweed would like to have nothing to do with those people.

But I don't know why. I haven't dreamt of those people for a long time. Tonight, I went back in my dream.

"Don't touch me!"

The duckweed screamed and sat up, sweating and gasping.