Chapter 334

When Du Cao heard this, he almost couldn't help laughing: "Ji Shumo, are you still a child? Do you want to eat this kind of vinegar? "

"Who makes him look so good? He still has to hang around in front of you. I owe you a beating!" Ji Lyric Mo is overbearing and arrogant.

Du Cao is confused by Ji Lyric Mo and has no way to do it. He laughs and says helplessly: "I like beauty, but I'm not a hungry ghost. I'm hungry. What do you think I am?"

"Really?" Ji Shumo frowned and looked at Du Cao suspiciously: "didn't you get confused by my beauty?"

This boy has a lot of self-knowledge.

Duckweed has always been sharp mouthed, but at this time there is nothing to refute.

Frowned to wring Ji to express Mo mercilessly: "owe beat?"

"It hurts!" Ji Shumo crouched on Du Cao and groaned: "anyway, I don't want you to see more people, especially those who are good-looking."

Is that what the girl said?

Du Cao has a little doubt about life. Is it difficult for him to get the wrong script with Ji Shumo?

Is this man who is lying in his arms and acting like a spoiler really the proud young man who competed with him at the beginning?

I don't think so. Is he also pierced by the soul?

Frowned, then said in a low voice: "Ji Lyric ink, you did not take the wrong medicine?"

"No Ji Shumo rubbed Du Cao's legs. Then he found a comfortable place and fell asleep. He didn't sleep well last night. Today, he just made up for it.

Thirteen just went out, not dead. He heard the words of the two people inside clearly. At this moment, he felt very aggrieved.

You know, he looks good because his parents gave him. As for appearing in front of Du Cao, it's because she chose Du Cao herself!

So, what did he do wrong to be thrown to the frontier?

The more I think about it, the more I feel aggrieved. Thirteen is about to cry. It's better to be in the palace. This society is really dangerous.

Du Cao looks at Ji Lyric Mo in his arms and smiles, then stealthily grabs his hair and braids it. Anyway, being idle is also idle.

The distance between ningzhou city and the village was not very far, so the car stopped quickly.

"Here we are, girl." When you open your mouth, you feel aggrieved.

Du Cao nodded and poked Ji Shumo's face: "here we are."

Ji Shumo had been sleeping, so he soon woke up, rubbed his eyes and gave a kiss on Du Cao's forehead. Then he jumped out of the car and reached for Du Cao.

Looking at Ji Lyric Mo so intimate sensible, Du Cao some regret, he is not a little too much?

Looking at Ji's new hairstyle, one of them couldn't help laughing: "poof! Ha ha ha, this bun is really special, ha ha ha! "

bun?

Ji Shumo frowned and felt puzzled. He reached out and touched his hair. As a result, he accidentally touched a pigtail.

"Duckweed!" Ji Shumo roared, but when he turned around, Du Cao had already run away.

"Ha ha ha! The third young master is really a beauty Du Cao made a face at Ji Shumo from a distance, and his eyes were full of pride in the success of the prank.

"Well, you dead girl, how can I deal with you after I catch you!" Ji Lyric ink gas is not light, directly toward Du grass chase in the past.

Thirteen is just incredible to follow behind.

Before these three CHILDES were still dying, they were struggling to walk. How could they just run like this in two or three days?

What kind of magic medicine was used?

Du Cao made a face at Ji Shumo: "come on, ha ha, come here!"

Thirteen hurried to catch up, but was suddenly stopped by Zhao San: "don't go there."

"But the general asked us to protect the third son and miss Du." Thirteen tangled, frowning at Zhao San.

Zhao San nodded: "I'll go, you stay here."

Thirteen light industry is not good, if they follow up, it will only disturb them, so Zhao San decided to follow up.

Thinking that Ji Shumo had just said he would send him to the frontier, shisan was very good and nodded: "Third Master, please slow down."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhao San had disappeared.Du Cao trotted all the way up the mountain, panting and tired. Looking at Ji Shumo, he pitifully begged for mercy: "Xiao Mo, I'm wrong. Don't run. I'm tired. I'm tired."

Ji Shumo just didn't care about these strides. He came forward and hugged people in his arms and laughed: "what? Are you afraid? "

I'm not afraid, but I'm really tired.

Du Cao was lying on Ji xumo's chest, gasping: "no, no, it's really old. After a few steps, it's like this. It's really abandoned in the palace."

You know, before that, ducao had to do a lot of work, so she had good physical strength.

I didn't expect that I would be so tired after running for only a few months. If there is any danger in the future, I can't keep up with my running strength.

Think of here, Du Cao decided, must be good fitness, must!

"When you're eleven, you're old? What about me? Isn't it going to die? " Ji Shumo chuckled and hooked the chin of goudu grass: "I'm a little old, I always learn from others. You're just a child!"

Du Cao is also embarrassed to tell Ji Shumo the truth. In fact, she is an old aunt in her thirties.

Looking at xiannen little Zhengtai, who was only 14 years old, ducao once again felt that he had lost his conscience. This is because he was so cruel that he abused the flowers of his motherland!

"If you want to take care of me, I'll say I'm old, then I'm old!" Du Cao gave Ji Lyric ink a rude look, and then directly leaned on him: "little ink, do you feel better?"

"It's much better than before. Thank you very much, Xiaocao. You're so kind to me." Ji Shumo sat down with Du Cao in his arms and gave a gentle smile. Looking at Du Cao's eyes, he was full of tenderness.

Du Cao white Ji Lyric ink one eye: "thank me? You are a man who knows how to play with your mouth. How can you thank me? "

Ji xumo just likes the sharp mouthed appearance of Du Cao. With a light smile, he comes forward and kisses Du Cao's lips gently: "thank you so much, OK?"

"Pooh! Ji Shumo, you are shameless Du grass's face brush suddenly red to the neck root: "I let you thank me, you pour good, dare to despise me?"

"Frivolous? How can you say it's frivolous if your husband kisses you? " Ji Shumo chuckled and looked at Du Cao with burning eyes: "this is called boudoir music."

God's special pleasure in boudoir!

The duckweed couldn't help laughing: "you are so young, why are you full of tiger and wolf words? What do you know about boudoir? There's not even a girl in the whole room. They're raw melons and eggs! "

"Who do you think is the raw melon and egg?" Ji Lyric Mo is short of breath, holding Du Cao's chin: "who says I am a raw melon egg?"