Chapter 157： I have a "dreadnought" halo

After eating and returning to the house, Mo Fan took out the daughter of that jar red, took out two bottles of wine, and poured a glass each. "

Zhou Xuanxuan looked at Mo Fan's unwilling smile, hesitated for a moment, and sniffed lightly. The fragrant smell made his eyes bright, and he raised a glass of wine into his throat.

The mouth is pure and the wine tastes light. Mo Fan stopped with a drink. The man seemed to find a delicious food, kept drinking, and then drank directly with the wine jar in his hand.

The liquor dripping from the corner of his mouth crossed his chin, and the man's throat rolled, and the water dripped into his strong chest, which had an unspeakable sensuality.

Mo Fan can't help but cough.

The wine jar was not big, and Zhou Xuanxuan drank it after a while. He lowered the jar, blinked, and looked at Mo Fan brightly.

"Kang, two Kangkang brothers." Zhou Yanxuan smiled inexplicably, and her eyes should not be closed.

It was drunk.

Mo Fan mistakenly, a man's alcohol is so shallow? A little jar of wine drunk?

Not to mention the speechlessness in Mo Fan's heart, while someone was still a little conscious, Mo Fan walked over and patted the other's shoulder, "Go to bed."

"Oh ..." Zhou Xuanxuan should vaguely, turn around and hug Mo Fan, "sleep with Kangkang."

"Why don't you let me sleep together?"

Zhou Xuanxuan blinked his eyes, and there was a paste in his head. Why couldn't he sleep together when he held it?

"Too lazy to care about you," Mo Fan kicked the man, "stand up for me."

Zhou Xuan stood up in a mysterious manner, and the stool fell down in response to a bang. And because the man happened to be holding Mo Fan's waist, Mo Fan got his feet off the ground and was picked up by the air.

Mo Fan: ...

system:……

It didn't see anything! The system stole the little black house.

Mo Fan slaps Zhou Xuanxuan's solid arm with his hands, "Let me down!"

"Don't let go!" Zhou Xuanxuan tightened his arms and insisted.

"I'm out of breath if you don't let me down."

The whole person was hung on the man's chest, and the other side exerted a lot of force. Mo Fan's chest was close to the other side, and there was a sense of compression that could not breathe.

"Ah," Zhou Xuanxuan heard Mo Fan saying that she could not breathe, and she let go of her hand in shock, and Mo Fan fell directly from the air.

Because of no preparation, Mo Fanren crooked, if not holding the man's hand, he would fall to the ground.

Mo Fan was speechless looking at the sky, what is all this!

Zhou Xuanxuan's eyes kept looking at Mo Fan, but his face was dull, apparently he didn't know what happened.

He murmured, "Sleep."

Mo Fan was neither angry nor angry, and pointed at the bed with his hand, "Go and lie down."

"Ok."

Deserved to be refreshing, but on the way, Mo Fan hugged. Zhou Yanxuanping was lying on the bed, and Mo Fan was hugged in the arms of the other.

Turning down from Zhou Xuan, Mo Fan wanted to turn off the light, but the other's hand was firmly around his waist, unable to move halfway.

"Let me go, I turned off the lights."

Zhou Xuanxuan shook his head and hugged even tighter.

Mo Fan had no choice but to know that it was so difficult for a man to be drunk, so he would not drink so much.

But now it's useless to say anything, Mo Fan closed his eyes fiercely, tightening Zhou Xuanxuan's arms as if fate, "sleep with eyes closed."

Zhou Xuanxuan was too sleepy, but the people around him always moved around and wanted to leave him, only to maintain the last trace of consciousness. This time when the person in his arms finally calmed down, he fell asleep and fell asleep.

Of course, Mo Fan didn't sleep. He wasn't drunk. How did he sleep just after having eaten?

After almost half an hour, the man's body finally relaxed. Mo Fan raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Yanxuan's quiet sleeping face, and gently lifted his arm across his waist.

As soon as he crossed his feet, he was about to cross the bed area from the opponent, but Zhou Xuanxuan's eyes suddenly opened.

The dark eyes became deeper and darker under the dim candlelight, without the dumb look.

Mo Fan wondered, "Dasha?"

Mo Fan was really scared, sitting softly on the man's waist with soft feet. In this situation, if a third person was present, he would feel inexplicable ambiguous.

"Kangkang," Zhou Xuanxuan exerted strength on his waist, sat up, rubbed his shoulders with his head, "Mother."

Mo Fan: ...

"like."

Zhou Xuanxuan pulled people closer to him, pasting them across his clothing.

Mo Fan: ...

This situation is not right, how do you feel that you are about to run away in some unspeakable direction.

"Mine." Flicked cheekily.

"Don't go." Raised his head and continued to pinch the teenager's hair with his chin.

Mo Fan hesitated and patted Zhou Xuanxuan's back, and whispered, "I won't go."

Zhou Xuanxuan hugged him tightly, "liar."

If he continues like this, he will have to react, okay? Mo Fan tried to lift his leg away from the man, but was held down by the other's palm.

"It really lied to me." The man's dark voice sounded a familiar danger. Sure enough, the next moment, Mo Fan had a flower in front of her, her back pressed against the bed.

Zhou Xuanxuan's hot lips flapped incoherently on his face, his furry head moved down, and his neck was itchy.

"Oh, don't, itching." Mo Fan reached out and put his fingers into the long hair, grasping the root of the hair on the other side, forcing the other person to raise his head.

Zhou Yanxuan's lips were tight, and she seemed unhappy to be disturbed. But the person who disturbed him was Mo Fan, and he couldn't bear to be angry with the other party.

"Don't make a noise, sleep."

"No, you have to go." The man bowed his head with a firm heart, regardless of the painful scalp. Mo Fan couldn't but let go.

"That way you won't go."

Zhou Xuanxuan acted by instinct, lying on Mo Fan like a large dog and leaving his mark. Mo Fan was affectionate and worried that the movement would cause suspicion in the other two houses.

Although this body is still small, it has already opened up, and was actually stunned by a bit of fire.

Thinking about how to stop the man, Zhou Xuanxuan suddenly became weak, his head was buried in his neck, and he was lying on his stomach.

Zhou Xuanxuan actually fell asleep like this.

Mo Fan couldn't laugh or cry.

Reaching out to push people away, this physical strength is small and scary. Tired of sweat, Mo Fan gave up, hugged the man's head, joked, "Hey, turn over, I'm going to be crushed to death by you."

Mo Fan shook his head. Really, how could he feel that a man could hear him when he fell asleep?

Unexpectedly, Mo Fan had just prepared to sleep like this, Zhou Xuanxuan turned aside, and then hugged Mo Fan to sleep again.

Mo Fan: Is this a coincidence? Or coincidence?

At daybreak the next day, Zhou Xuanxuan got up from the bed as usual, and Mo Fan tentatively asked, "Dasha, you told me what happened last night, starting from dinner."

"Oh," Zhou Xuanxuan made a look of trying hard to recall. "Yesterday we made dumplings. We ate dumplings. The dumplings were delicious.

"I didn't let you say this," Mo Fan said silently. "What about dumplings? What happened after we entered the house?"

"After entering the house ... After entering the house ... Ah, after entering the room, Kang Kangge gave me delicious water, sweet, and then ... then I saw two Kangkang brothers."

"and then?"

"Then, then I don't remember." Zhou Xuanxuan grieved.

Mo Fan: I really forgot.

*******

Mo Fan's purchase of ready-to-wear clothes inspired Mo's mother. She went to the tailor's shop and cut back a few pieces of cloth to prepare new clothes for Mo Fan.

Near the autumn harvest, Mo Mu had not much time to spare. Every time she came back in the field, she was too tired to just sleep, so this matter fell on Jiang Hua.

Ginger Flower:……

She didn't pinch a pin, how could she make clothes for someone?

She took the task from Mom's heart in a broken heart, and when she started, her body's instinct moved according to her thoughts.

A delight on Jiang Hua's face: There is no need to expose it now.

Jiang Hua moved a bench and sat in the yard to sew clothes. Zhou Xuanxuan pointed at her and said, "What?"

Poor entertainment in the village, Mo Fan squatted boringly watching the ants move. The words turned and said, "Make clothes."

"Clothes?" Zhou Xuanxuan lowered her head and tore on her new clothes, her face full of doubts.

Can a piece of cloth be made like this?

Mo Fan was teasing the ant with a grass stalk. He gave it a hand and threw away the objects on his hand. To Jiang Huadao, "Did you have something embroidered?"

"Ah?" Jiang Hua was holding the needle in one hand and holding the semi-finished product in one hand, his head full of fog.

Mo Fan stood up and put one hand on Zhou Yixuan's shoulder. "I think there is a strong talent for you, you teach him?"

Jiang Hua stayed: ...

This is ancient, teaching a man to embroider?

Taking out the needlework embroidery tent stiffly from the room, Jiang Hua held up something and asked, "What to teach?"

"Just start with embroidery." Mo Fan looked with interest.

Zhou Xuanxuan pointed to himself, "Embroidery?"

"Don't want to learn hard? After you learn, you can make your own clothes."

"Make clothes? Yourself?" Zhou Xuanxuan pondered anxiously.

Mo Fan is not in a hurry, just wait for the other side to react.

In Jiang Hua's rigid expression, Zhou Xuanxuan pointed to himself, "make clothes?"

Mo Fan nodded.

He pointed to Mo Fan again, "to Kangkang."

"Make clothes for Kangkang." Zhou Xuanxuan was happy.

"Yes, you can also make clothes for me." Mo Fan smiled. "I can wear clothes made for me vigorously in the future."

When thinking of the scene where Mo Fan wrapped his body with clothes made by himself, Zhou Yunxuan didn't understand the meaning, but felt satisfied when he thought of it.

"to learn."

"Come, sit," Mo Fan pointed at another bench beside Jiang Hua, "Let Jiang Hua teach you."

"Kangkang see me learn."

Xiaofan dragged out a chair with a smile and sat opposite them.

The tall man's complexion listened to Jiang Hua's explanation seriously, and his palm held a small needle and shuttled back and forth. This scene was particularly sour.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Hua's expression was very weird, and she was anxious to leave, but was dragged by Mo Fan, "You stay here to see if he is doing right."

I thought that men's skills were rough, and they must not learn well. Mo Fan also does not expect the other party to really learn, that is, whim, who knows that a man is like a decent figure.

When Mo's father and mother came back, they saw Zhou Zhenxuan'an sitting on a small stool embroidered in peace.

"This is it?" Mo Mu turned her gaze to Mo Fan aside.

"Embroidery," Mo Fan said with a smile. "Mother, look at the flowers embroidered vigorously, it's pretty good."

As soon as Mo's lips moved, she wanted to say something, and when she saw Mo Fan's look of excitement and pride, she didn't have any real thoughts to say.

Even if embroidery is good, how can there be men embroidering? Dali is not a woman and needs to marry someone to embroider a wedding dress.

Although it has been said that men cannot embroider, there is no such thing as weird.

The author has something to say: The collection has been growing very slowly recently, and the editor has not mentioned to me the list, and I don't know if it can be listed (t_t)