When the liar's words come true, I win

On the meadow at night, the Budu family invited the two to eat, drink, sing and dance.

The roasted whole lamb is burnt and fragrant, the yogurt is smooth and creamy, the gan gan wine is so delicious that it makes your pores run dry, and Shen Jia, who cannot take a bath, feels irritable.

The network signal is not good and there is not even a single-player game on the phone.

There was not a single book that He Muzhou brought that she liked.

After eating and drinking their fill, the Butu family had already gone to sleep in the yurt next door.

It was just past ten o'clock in the evening, and Shen Jia was lying alone in the felt tent, smelling the odor of sheep that had accumulated over the years. Even the felt quilt covering him smelled of sheep.

Although, as soon as I finished eating the roasted whole lamb, I started to complain about the smell of lamb.

However, there was no electricity here. The lantern was brought by He Muzhou, and the light was dim.

No hardship, no suffering!

She felt like a poor little girl who was sold into the mountains by a kidnapper. As soon as this thought came to her mind, she immediately overturned it. At most, she was a young girl who was deceived by He Muzhou to suffer.

In crowded scenic spots, you just have to endure it.

But it's so uncomfortable here. Even if she had three men like Janema, she wouldn't be able to endure it.

What's more, that man, he! No! From!

Damn, I want to go home so much!

I really want it!

I want her big bathtub with a view of the sea view, a big soft and fragrant bed, and even more, I want to lie on the bed and play with my cell phone.

Shen Jia tossed and turned like a maggot, unable to fall asleep.

He Muzhou’s tent was set up not far away.

I wanted him to put a knife to my neck and force me to sleep, and if I didn't sleep, he would kill me.

But you can't really kill.

If you really kill him, he won't be able to survive.

What's more, she was unwilling to let him sleep there alone.

No, I’m worried!

It was completely quiet outside; not even the snoring of livestock could be heard.

The temperature is very low at night.

It turns out that being thick-skinned is really useless, you can still feel the cold wind blowing on your face.

The dog sneaked up to his tent, unzipped it, and looked inside, only to see him sitting under the lamp reading a book.

He Muzhou looked up, looked at the aggrieved face, and closed the book casually.

"what happened?"

Damn it, he gave me some weird scripture that I couldn't even understand a word of. Reading biographies here would be much better than my own book.

He opened the tent and went inside.

It smells like perfume.

This smell is better than the mutton smell in the yurt.

Seeing her running over without even wearing a coat, He Muzhou frowned.

"It's so cold outside, why don't you put on some clothes?"

"What are you wearing it for? You'll have to take it off anyway."

After Shen Jia finished speaking, he looked at his stunned gaze and immediately added in a pretentious manner: "Well, I didn't bring the sword. I'm afraid of ghosts. I want to sleep with you."

As he said this, he lifted his quilt and crawled in.

He Muzhou held her down, and his eyes were filled with a strange fire as he looked at her.

"you sure?"

Shen Jia stared at his moving Adam's apple.

What nonsense is he talking about? How come he suddenly became deaf and can't hear a word?

Such a naked, emotionless look, filled with only lustful intent, how could He Muzhou not understand it?

He sighed softly and tucked the quilt for her, "Go to sleep. Do you need me to sing for you?"

Shen Jia, who was originally holding onto his clothes, gave him a look of disdain and immediately let go, even turning over with his back to him, "I'm not dead yet, I don't need salvation."

The only things he could sing over and over again were the difficult ones, so it was better not to listen to them.

But she quietly pricked up her ears and listened to his movements.

He Muzhou looked at her stubborn back of the head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he picked up the book again and opened it.

Before I had turned a few pages, I saw the bug in the quilt turning over impatiently, with dissatisfaction on its face.

"Are you going to sleep or not? It's so noisy!"

He Muzhou's clear voice was filled with a hint of laughter at this time: "I didn't say a word."

"No matter. That light is killing my eyes, and turning pages is noisy."

She rarely put on a gentle and weak look, stretched out her hand from under the quilt, and tugged at him, "Brother..."

Before he finished speaking, it was visible to the naked eye that He Muzhou's expression changed instantly and his eyes were as cold as a knife.

Hey!

Which bastard said that men can't stand this name? As soon as you hear it, you are immediately conquered and don't even know his parents' last names?

She is not blind, she can still tell whether she is lost and decadent or wants to kill someone.

He Muzhou is scarier than a ghost now.

This was no longer just hot and cold shabu-shabu tripe. Compared to the daytime, the horse was at best guilty of attempted manslaughter.

At this moment, He Muzhou could be said to have put a knife to her neck.

Help! She thought about asking him to put a knife at her and force her to sleep, but she didn't say he would really kill her.

I called Atong as usual, but there was no response.

Tongzi, the dog, at the critical moment, the gears of fate didn't turn at all, and Tongsheng's chain was almost falling off.

Shen Jia swore that he would never again be tempted by He Muzhou.

He seems to have a serious illness.

I just don't like her so I hope she won't learn the green tea style in the future.

Shen Jia immediately retracted his hand, stepped back, sat up quickly, and stared at He Muzhou.

Like the calm before the storm.

She cleared her throat and fumbled with the zipper head on the tent with her hands behind her back.

"Hey...you...just keep watching. I'm leaving now!"

He Muzhou grabbed her hand, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. Don't call me brother..."

Shen Jia immediately knelt down and said, "Okay, big brother!"

He Muzhou frowned: "Don't call me big brother!"

Shen Jia raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, brother, it's just that killing someone is against the law, you, you, you, don't break the law knowingly!"

He Muzhou sighed softly, "Go to sleep."

Just kidding, no matter how brave a person is, he wouldn't dare to lie down now.

Without electricity or internet, I am being used as fodder for cattle and horses. It is estimated that no one will be able to find me for ten or eight years.

Su Yu only had her small farm in her eyes every day. If the five million had not been spent, would she still remember me? If she didn't call, would anyone know that she was missing?

Shen Jia waved his hand and pretended to be serious: "No need, I suddenly remembered that ghosts are afraid of righteousness. I have done good deeds all my life and have a righteous spirit. There is no way I can be haunted by a ghost."

She straightened her chest and said, "I'll go back right away and not disturb your rest!"

He Muzhou held her back again.

Shen Jia pulled, but failed to break free. He pulled again, and was pulled into his arms and held down.

Shen Jia was caught off guard and fell on his legs like a dog. Before she could react, he held her chin, stood up, and pulled her closer to him.

"Ah!!! Hero, don't kill me, don't kill me!! Please spare my life!!! I still have a lot of money, please spare my life!"

He Muzhou was exhausted.

He reached out and gently covered her mouth, "Don't shout, it's late. No one wants to kill you."

Shen Jia slapped his hand away and quickly moved away.

"What does that look in your eyes mean? Even if I owe you 2.58 million, it's not enough to justify your determination to kill someone right away to vent your anger."