Chapter 750

Hearing the continuous words, Daming couldn't help laughing, put his umbrella in front of her and patiently explained: "although the lotus wine is called lotus wine, it is not brewed with lotus, but soaked with base wine. Some flower tea can also be put into it. The wine will have a faint lotus fragrance!"

"So it is. I thought it was brewed by picking lotus flowers?"

Looking at the lotus flowers in the pond, Mian Mian suddenly couldn't bear to break them down. After all, the lotus flowers after breaking down can neither eat nor bear lotus seeds. It's better to watch them one by one.

Suddenly thought of something, he jumped in front of the ink owl, spread his small hand in front of him and said, "bring it!"

"Take what?"

The ink owl looked at her playful appearance and asked suspiciously.

Mianmian couldn't help rolling his eyes. This man is too that! Standing in such beautiful scenery, what else can she do besides taking photos.

"Mobile phone!"

"Don't you have a cell phone?"

Looking at her, she asked, but her hand had reached into her pocket.

"Do I need to ask you if I have a cell phone?"

I'll give you an expression that you're an idiot. I grabbed my cell phone from him and stood by the pond to take a selfie.

Two big men stood by with umbrellas and kept looking at Mianmian. They kept changing their movements there. Their little faces were full of smiles.

After shooting, I kept turning over the photos in my mobile phone. I was very satisfied.

"Mian Mian, let's go back first! It's raining harder and harder!"

"Good!"

"I'll see it again!"

Mo Zixiao grabbed the mobile phone and almost fell because she didn't look at the road several times. If Daming hadn't helped her, I'm afraid she would have fallen to shit.

"Why are you so stingy? Don't you just borrow your cell phone?"

"You say I'm stingy. If I don't sit down, I feel sorry for myself!"

At the moment, Mianmian can't wait to bite off her tongue. She knows he's not a good man. Now, it's good. She said it herself and it belongs to others. Even if she wants to rob it, she has to be famous!

Xu Mianmian, you are really a big fool!

"Brother Mo, I'm sorry. I said something wrong. I apologize to you. Your adult will forgive me regardless of villains?"

He kept nodding his head at the ink owl with his hands folded. It looked like a chicken pecking rice in an animated cartoon.

The girl is really flexible. She used to shout from uncle to uncle. Now in order to borrow his mobile phone, the painting style turns too fast!

Back at Daming's house, Daming's mother has prepared the room for Mo Zixiao.

"Ziyan is asleep. I'll take him to his room to sleep!"

"Thank you!"

Give Ziyan to Daming's mother, and Mo Zixiao goes to his room.

Daming's house is a new house decorated only last year. Each room has its own bathroom. Although the decoration is not very luxurious, it is very good in the countryside.

Take them home. Daming saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, so he went to the farm.

"Now that you have come back, you can lend me your mobile phone!"

He followed him and whispered.

"Ah..."

Unexpectedly, the ink owl suddenly stopped and bumped into him. The ink owl didn't stand firm, and they both fell on the bed.

"Pain..."

Touching her nose, her tears were about to flow out.

"Are you okay?"

"You hit it and see if there's anything wrong?"

Listening to the words of Mo Zixiao, he couldn't help roaring.

Mianmian doesn't know how ambiguous her posture is at the moment. A faint fragrance surrounds the tip of the nose of the ink owl. At this moment, the bath fire in the body of the ink owl who has been abstinent for six years is easily provoked by her.

Trying to resist the heat in his body, the ink owl's voice was a little hoarse and said, "can you get up and talk first!"

"No!"

The words fell and Mian Mian said angrily.

Hit her nose almost felt that it was not his own. He also called her up. There was no guilt at all!

"If you don't get up, don't blame me then!"

"It's your fault. Who told you to stop without saying a word? Fortunately, my nose is mine. If it's fake, I don't know what it will be like!"

Listening to her mumbling like a child, the ink owl reached out to push her away, and heard a continuous voice.

"Did you put a stick or something in your pocket?"

"Don't..."

"Ah... Hooligans!"

The fist was like a raindrop, like an ink owl, but the people on the body didn't mean to get up at all.

The face of the ink owl was so dark that she was about to squeeze out ink. Maybe it was because she had practiced martial arts. The powder fist fell on him and hurt badly.

"Please see clearly. Are you playing hooligans or me!"

Seizing her restless little hands, the ink owl almost roared.

At this time, Mianmian found that he was still pressing on him, raised his head, and the lip flap was just printed on the slightly cool lips of the ink owl. In an instant, the atmosphere in the room was extremely embarrassing.

Mianmian looked at the ink owl with wide eyes. She couldn't believe that her first kiss had been taken away.

"Ink owl, you bastard!"

Suddenly raised his head, a heart piercing pain came from his scalp!

"The pink lips kissed the ink owl on the cheek.

"In my opinion, the bastard should be you, not me! You touch me everywhere and kiss me deliberately. Even after scolding me, you have to kiss me on the cheek. Do you think the word hooligan is suitable for me?"

Uh

Being said by the ink owl, it seems that she is more like a hooligan.

"Don't induce me. If you didn't stop suddenly, I wouldn't hit you. If you didn't knock me down, I wouldn't stretch out my hand to touch you. If I didn't touch you, I wouldn't kiss you. If I didn't kiss you, I wouldn't kiss you!"

"So it's all your fault. If you want to be held accountable, you have to pay full responsibility!"

Mo Zixiao said slowly, and he couldn't see anything strange on his face.

Listening to his words, Mianmian looked at the man under him with a blue and white face.

An old man not only took away her first kiss, but also wanted to investigate her responsibility. It was unbearable.

However, there is a saying that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. At the moment, it seems that it is her fault anyway. Now it is her who suffers from breaking up with him.

"We'll talk about this later. You hurt me there. Let me go first!"