Chapter 192

"Eat more stick bones to mend your legs. Can't eat more geese to fly?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, holding a Chou's face gently. The little girl's face and egg are more mellow than before, some meat and ruddy. Zhong Mingwei likes to pinch it when he has nothing to do.

"Haha, it's true," said ah Chou. Then he smiled, and a small nest appeared on his cheek. It was like a new year picture doll. At this time, the New Year picture doll raised his head to Zhong Mingwei and smiled, "that's all, but the bones of wild geese don't have bone marrow, so what's to eat?"

"Want to eat bone marrow?" Zhong Mingwei followed her with a smile and leaned down to kiss the forehead of the new year's picture doll, saying, "let's stew the big stick bone for a while?"

"Haha, I'll go and get the big stick bone after breaking the cabbage," ah Chou nodded with a smile and said to the man glumly, "at that time, you have to knock some bones for me. If I can't eat enough, you can't stop."

"Cheng," said Zhong Mingwei, holding ah Chou's face and looking back and forth, "it's still thin. You have to eat more fat."

"I'm not thin. I'm fatter now," ah Chou shouted, raising his chin to Zhong Mingwei. "You see, I'm fatter this half year. I've got double chins."

Zhong Mingwei really looked up at ah Chou's chin. Bai Jinjin's neck drew a beautiful arc, which was really pretty tight. If there was not a dark red scar on the top, it would be better to see it?

"You, you, you don't watch..." Ah Chou was upset. He raised his chin to others without thinking much just now. He was so complacent. He forgot that there was such a big scar on his neck. Now he was mixing oil with Zhong Mingwei. However, ah Chou was more taboo about this scar. He was afraid that Zhong Mingwei would be seen. However, Zhong Mingwei was still looking at it so bashfully, and ah Chou's heart was beating.

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak. He held ah Chou's round chin and lowered his head. Ah Chou thought that Zhong Mingwei was going to kiss himself. He was a little nervous and expecting. He unconsciously sipped some dry lips, but Zhong Mingwei's lips rubbed ah Chou's face all the way down, and finally stopped at the dark red scar.

"Zhong Mingwei!" Ah Chou didn't breathe. She couldn't see Zhong Mingwei's face. She could only feel the warmth from her neck. Her heart suddenly jumped to her throat. She couldn't say anything except the name of the man, "Zhong Mingwei! Zhong Mingwei! "

Zhong Mingwei kisses the scar, he feels the girl's tension, and the tremble from his throat. Every call from there makes Zhong Mingwei's blood boil. His big hand slides down from a Chou's face and falls on the pipa button at a Chou's neckline. After wearing his clothes for a long time, the button inevitably loosens. With a little effort on his hand, the button is untied.

"Zhong Mingwei!" Ah Chou's voice was filled with tears, and he was afraid and nervous. In the blink of an eye, the three buttons on the neckline were untied by Zhong Mingwei. However, the man never raised his head, and went back and forth on her small shoulder.

Ah Chou was shaking all over. She felt that she should push away the man, but she couldn't do anything. There was a blank in her mind, but she thought regretfully that the newly made belly pocket was only half embroidered, and she didn't have a upper body.

It's just that Zhong Mingwei didn't untie the button of the slanted placket, and there was no other action except to hold ah Chou tightly.

The strength of a man's family is so strong that a Chou even feels the pain, but a Chou loves the pain. She also holds Zhong Mingwei tightly. Her hands are dead around the man's strong waist. She sniffs the light tobacco smell on Zhong Mingwei's body and is satisfied to cry.

I don't know how long it took for Zhong Mingwei to let ah Chou go. He straightened up to button ah Chou. I don't know why. It's still easy to untie the button just now, but I don't know why it's so hard to button it back. Zhong Mingwei's body was sweating because he was so worried. A pair of clumsy hands wasted a long time. It's not easy to fasten one.

Zhong Mingwei sighed, wiped his sweat, and then glanced at ah Chou's dark eyes, which looked at him as if he could talk, only to make Zhong Mingwei feel guilty: "girl, don't stare at me all the time."