Chapter 143

The early morning sun shines on Xiaojin's body, and shines on its golden and supple long hair. It is like wearing a body of gold, especially sacred.

And its small eyes, but also suddenly opened, confused seems to have a trace of doubt, but in a flash, it woke up.

At a glance, Xiao Jin's face showed a very humanized naughty smile. Under the cover of this naughty smile, it was the deep attachment and kindness in his eyes.

The little head was naughty and crooked, which seemed to be meditating. After a moment, he suddenly jumped to the wasted feet and scratched gently in the wasted feet with his little monkey claws.

I was having a dream in vain, but I was disturbed by the sudden itch. I immediately took a kick, and then I woke up.

Before he could rub his bleary eyes, Xiao Jin felt him wake up and jumped into his arms.

"Zhi..."

Under the cordial cry, there was a strong attachment and excitement. The little monkey claw tightly grasped the underwear on the wasted body and looked at it. I was afraid that once I let go, I would lose the general.

"Xiao Jin!" Waste suddenly surprised, and then he was ecstatic and gathered Xiaojin to his arms. His head was deeply lowered and kissed Xiaojin's soft golden hair on his forehead.

"Zhi..."

There seemed to be thousands of words, but it finally turned into a squeak.

"Xiao Jin, you really slept too long. I thought you didn't want to wake up." In the heart of vanity, Xiaojin's importance is self-evident, so when Xiaojin didn't wake up, vanity was really worried.

So now seeing Xiao Jin wake up, his excitement is really hard to control.

One person and one monkey, just like this in the house, looks extremely strange, but it is so warm.

"Waste time, get up quickly and go to help others." Just then, Zhitong's voice rang from the outside.

I was stunned, but then I remembered what master said yesterday. Suddenly, my face was bitter, but I sighed: "I'm just a fake monk, but where do I know what to do? Those annoying scriptures have a big head at first sight. They can't even finish reading the most basic heart clearing mantra. Isn't it obvious to do this? "

"Waste, hurry up, or I'll go in and find you out!" Zhitong didn't hear an answer, so his face darkened directly, and his tone was a little bad.

The wasted heart jumped, but it was very helpless. He jumped down from the bed with a bitter face and gently stroked Xiao Jin's head: "Xiao Jin, is dad very hard?"

After Xiao Jin recovered from his loss and woke up again, his wasted feelings for Xiao Jin became deeper, that is, in terms of address, he also used a child like drowning that he had never used before, and directly played the role of father.

Because they crossed together, Xiao Jin saved him and blocked the disaster for him, which made him and Xiao Jin have a sense of blood and heart.

Such a title seemed to make Xiao Jin very happy. He jumped up directly. Two small monkey claws touched the wasted bald head. Looking at its kind appearance and flexible methods, if it was not wasted bald head, I'm afraid he could be braided by the little guy.

But I didn't want to fool around with it. Instead, I shouted at the window, "master, I'll be right away."

In fact, he was very afraid of Zhitong coming in. God knows what will happen when he can't see the lower limit master coming in.

Can I escape the remaining bank card in my hand.

But fortunately, maybe Zhitong got the bank card yesterday and was satisfied. Maybe Zhitong didn't think that there was a bank card hidden in the waste, so he didn't enter the house. Instead, he snorted anxiously outside: "hurry up, it doesn't wait for people to wait. The female benefactor paid a big price!"

After saying this, he obviously whispered, "and like this dharma, it's always good wine and meat. I didn't eat this breakfast."

"Wipe..."

I'm really speechless. Shifu, I really can't see the bottom directly.

But I thought so, but I didn't dare to say it. I could only smile bitterly and dress up quickly.

At the door, Zhitong saw that the waste came out and Xiao Jin was still behind him. He was stunned, but then he stared at Xiao Jin angrily.

Xiao Jin was not afraid of him, so he stared at him directly, and his little monkey claw was scratched on his eyelids and made a face.

Zhitong saw how he could show weakness. He directly pinched his cheeks on both sides with two hands and returned a grimace.

Until he got on the bus, the monk and the monkey were still making faces, and the wasted heart couldn't help moaning: "if the master doesn't play with the monkey, he really buried talents!"

The home of middle-aged women is not too close to Xishan temple, but now there are five Ruihu walking in vain. It doesn't take much to run this distance.

At the junction of urban and rural areas, a villa with a large area stands there, and the red bricks and green tiles look very fresh.

Two weeping willows are planted in front of the door, full of green and full of vitality.

In front of the door, there is a not too narrow path. In the south of the road, a pond with nearly 1000 square meters has been dug. The clear water reflects two weeping willows and a high gatehouse, which looks very dignified.

"Wow! My darling! " When Zhitong saw such a scene, he immediately stretched out his tongue, but his hand was secretly pinched for a few times. A moment later, he slowly spit out a sentence: "this house needs at least millions to be built. Such a family background actually takes out thousands of yuan to do things. It's really annoying!"

"Hiss..." when I heard master's words, I suddenly took a breath of air-conditioning and hurried to love master. Does it depend on people asking for money?

It seems that this practice and compassion are all a cover. The real purpose is still for money!

In my heart, I stretched out my middle finger to the master, and then looked at the west, but I didn't see anything.

"Doodle, doodle, doodle..." just as the waste is still there, Zhitong has knocked on the closed door.

The middle-aged woman immediately welcomed out: "master, you can come. Come on, please come inside!"

At this time, Zhitong, who had just regretted his greed for money, had completely disappeared, replaced by a profound and unfathomable feeling.

The smile was light and leisurely, and the words were polite: "thank you, benefactor."

"You're welcome, master." Middle aged women eagerly lead wisdom and waste into it.

But I didn't see Zhitong's eyes quietly shooting around, and the obscenity and intention in those eyes. I'm afraid I really saw it. I'm afraid I'll be startled directly and scold.

Idly thinking maliciously in his heart, he moved gently under his feet, but walked into the magnificent villa behind master and middle-aged women.