brown sugar eggs

The object of gossip among the villagers temporarily changed from Liang Baiyu to Zhao Wenxiao.

I heard that he has been doing business early in the morning and late at night in the county for the past few years, and has made a lot of money.

I heard that he was tricked into a gangster organization, which only collected usury loans. He even went through a labor camp for his friends. It was very difficult. Now that the hard life has finally come to an end, he returned to his hometown. He came back to marry the Yang family, and all the matchmakers came to the door. up.

It is said that……

Everyone is also full of imagination, but the public opinion about Zhao Wenxiao is good, and the treatment is several times better than that of Liang Baiyu.

Zhao Wenxiao got everyone's kindness, so he gave it to Liang Baiyu.

This reminiscence was entirely his wishful thinking and one-sided emotion, and he was trying to fill in the part of Liang Baiyu's forgotten childhood fun.

"You were dark back then, and you have a different skin color than you are now." Zhao Wenxiao looked at Liang Baiyu who was throwing the quilt on the clothesline.

Liang Baiyu exposed to the sun is as white as a peerless jade.

Real people live up to their name.

Liang Baiyu spread out the quilt, patted it a few times, and cast a winking glance: "Really?"

A gentle smile appeared on Zhao Wenxiao's face: "Yeah, you like to run around, pick up peach pits and hide and seek, play rubber bands on rice beds and play sandbags in summer, always chase after me, and call me brother..."

The man who seemed to have a successful career recalled the past and was still immersed in it. His expression was easy-going, but the smell that came out of him with the ups and downs of his emotions was a bit pungent.

His pheromone is - burning tobacco.

Zhao Wenxiao jumped up from the bench: "Sorry, I lost my composure just now."

"Are you okay?" Zhao Wenxiao controlled the pheromone, and asked Liang Baiyu, who had his face pressed against the quilt, with concern, and he leaned over to check, very nervous.

Liang Baiyu's fingertips traced the embroidered peony: "High grade?"

"Yeah." Zhao Wenxiao looked dignified in a suit and leather shoes, and his leather shoes were well polished, unlike Liang Baiyu's which were dusty and muddy.

Liang Baiyu hooked her red lips: "Then you are matched with Teacher Yang's younger brother."

Zhao Wenxiao frowned: "Don't say that."

"Oh, I forgot." Liang Baiyu lifted the quilt and slipped in, "You want to marry her."

"It's not decided yet, I want to fall in love freely." Zhao Wenxiao followed suit, "Baiyu, I heard something about you..."

Liang Baiyu turned around with a smile.

Zhao Wenxiao's voice stopped abruptly, his hands were in his pockets, his handsome face was covered with light and shadow, his eyes were full of sincerity and seriousness: "I believe what I see."

Liang Baiyu waved his hand at him, indifferent as always: "It's up to you."

There is a family in the village who wants to marry a daughter to Xiaoyin Village.

Both men and women are second-married, and Beta, who was injured and hurt in the previous marriage, can't be picky about anyone.

The woman came out of the village by scooter, her brother was pulling the cart, and her family scattered a bag of candies.

They are the cheapest, but there are still a lot of people robbing them.

When I grasped the candy, my fingers stuck into the soil, and my fingernails almost jumped off.

Liang Baiyu sat on the stone slab, and in his arms were two lychee-flavored hard candies stuffed by Yang Ming, but he didn't touch them.

"I like to eat fudge." Liang Baiyu said.

"Good guy, you still picked it." Yang Ming rolled his eyes and grabbed the candy, "You bring the problems of the big city into the village, and you will suffer."

"It has nothing to do with the living conditions in big cities, it's just a matter of personal taste." Liang Baiyu explained in a rare way.

"Where are you looking at the mountain?" Yang Ming looked in the direction he was looking, feeling weird, "Don't tell me, you're still thinking about that trash."

Liang Baiyu chuckled, "I'm looking at the scenery."

Yang Ming snorted heavily. He peeled a piece of candy and ate it into his mouth. His cheeks were swollen and he said inarticulately, "I'm going back first. I'll go find you at night."

"Don't come." Liang Baiyu said, "Brother wants to sleep well tonight, so I won't open the door for you."

Yang Ming patted the ashes on his butt, and left in a big way, the more he was not allowed to go, the more he would go.

Anyone who is familiar with him knows that he likes to compete, has a stubborn temper, does not do things delicately and is sloppy, has a brain and a low IQ, and he can't change it even if a dog can change it to eat shit.

At one o'clock in the morning, the door of Liang Baiyu's room was knocked open.

Before he got up from the bed, the intruder rushed to his bed.

At that moment, the whole room was filled with a strong fragrance of cotton candy.

Moreover, the marshmallow seemed to have been fried in a pan, pulling silk and sticking so badly that it entangled every particle of floating dust around it.

"Brother, you're in heat." Liang Baiyu sat up disheveled and said to the boy kneeling beside the bed.

Before he finished speaking, the boy rushed towards him.

Like a stranded fish, panting intermittently, swallowing saliva hungrily.

The young man's hot and soft lips pressed against his neck, rubbing towards his left ear.

There is a strong smell of medicine in the exhaled breath.

It seems that he just drank the medicine not long ago, probably quite a lot, but the heat came too fiercely, beyond the scope of coping, he lost his mind if he didn't pay attention, and was lured here by the "unilateral agreement".

Before coming here, he also unlocked the lock on the neck ring, he was like a little mad cow, he didn't know how to live or die.

Cotton candy is boring.

Liang Baiyu's left ear hurt, and he pinched the boy's pink and wet chin: "What are you biting me for? I'm not an Alpha."

Yang Ming was forced to let go of his mouth. He was covered in sweat, his clothes were completely wet, and his collarbone was covered with water marks.

"Brother Baiyu...I...I feel bad..." Yang Ming was unconscious, his red eyes were full of pleading and longing, and his voice was filled with helpless crying, "I...I..."

"Go back if you feel uncomfortable." Liang Baiyu pushed him away.

Yang Ming was feeling insecure, and Liang Baiyu's action stimulated him.

Although he is an Omega, he has a lot of strength. Panting heavily, he crawled over, grabbed Liang Baiyu and imprisoned him under his body, and gnawed on the gland of the other's left wrist through the plaster.

As soon as Yang Ming's lips touched, he was overturned on the bed by a force, and the back of his head hit the wall with a bang.

Liang Baiyu rode on him and suppressed him.

The glands on the back of Yang Ming's neck were agitated, and the thin outer membrane had changed from light pink to bright red.

He struggled vigorously, and a flower of blood suddenly bloomed on his dripping face.

Then there was another little flower.

Liang Baiyu coughed up two mouthfuls of blood one after another. He leaned over to touch the boy's childish cheek and wiped away the blood that fell on it.

His lips opened and closed, as if he had said something, but he didn't seem to.

Yang Ming curled up his hands and feet in pain. If he was still awake, he would scold himself for not staying at home and insisting on running around to make such a mess, but he was not awake.

"I...I can't do it anymore..." Yang Ming tugged on his clothes and pants, the exposed skin was fragrant and slippery, the pores of his whole body were opened, and the oozing sweat was covered with a high concentration of pheromones.

The high-level Omega's monthly fever period is a major event. During that week, self-isolation is required. In addition to sufficient food and water, medicine is absolutely indispensable.

Liang Baiyu's family did not.

He has neither medicine nor pheromone that Yang Ming wants.

Now that Yang Ming was in heat on his bed, the pheromone burst, and the neighbors around his house were affected.

Those who are about to reach the age of differentiation are likely to have to differentiate in advance.

The neighbors turned on the lights in their homes, and there were curses, and some couldn't hold back their curiosity, and opened the window with their clothes on.

Who doesn't know that the pheromone of the Yang family's second child is marshmallow.

A vixen harms people and commits crimes.

There were a few hurried and unsteady footsteps outside Liang Baiyu's door, and then the door was roughly kicked open.

The Yang family hurried in.

The second elder brought a medicine jar, which was full of medicine juice, which was very thick.

The trouble is, Mother Yang, as the only intermediate Alpha present, is getting old, and her pheromones have entered the stagnation period, so she has no way to suppress Yang Ming who is in the riot.

Yang Ming refused to leave Liang Baiyu desperately.

It's not pheromones, it's pure preference.

He also developed an acute second gender recognition disorder, mistook Liang Baiyu for an Alpha, and kept begging for appeasement.

In the chaos, Zhao Wenxiao who lived behind Liang Baiyu's house came to help, and he released a lot of pheromones.

Smoked marshmallows, the ultimate bitterness and the ultimate sweetness are mixed together.

Mother Yang hurriedly took the opportunity to pour medicine on Yang Ming.

Unexpectedly, before the medicine was poured in, something happened to Yang Ming again. He was dragged by instinct, and a strong inducement message gushed out of the pheromone.

When everyone was caught off guard, Zhao Wenxiao had already made a temporary mark on Yang Ming.

The atmosphere was awkward.

Liang Baiyu leaned on the bed, looking at the four members of the Yang family and his childhood playmate.

Yang Lingling was the most embarrassing of them, although she did not agree with the marriage her parents chose for her.

But at this moment, her brother was in the arms of her lover, softened into a puddle of hot and sweet water, and stuck tightly.

The two are a high-level Alpha and a high-level Omega, and their compatibility is not low. Yang Lingling was afraid that her pheromones would lose control and be forced to go into heat, so she had to put aside her delicate emotions and leave first.

Mother Yang glared at Liang Baiyu who had nothing to do with her: "What do you say?"

Liang Baiyu was puzzled.

"My Naruko must have told you about the postponement of his fever period. Do you know that it is not suitable for him to go out these few days?" Yang's mother insisted, "I think you are deliberately teasing him to let him in danger. A foolish man came to you during the febrile period and used him to achieve your goals."

"What am I using him for?" Liang Baiyu asked innocently.

Yang's mother is not a violent and yelling person, she belongs to the tone of losing her temper and teaching, and she is quite severe. Before she could fight back sharply, Yang's father said in her ear: "What are you doing, it's not our son himself. came running."

"Okay, okay, go back first." Father Yang pushed her and coaxed her, "Don't be ashamed here."

As he spoke, he told Zhao Wenxiao, "Xiao Zhao, please send my son back, and you can accompany him for a while so that he can stabilize."

Zhao Wenxiao followed them.

Both the house door and the courtyard door were open, and no one took them.

Liang Baiyu got out of bed, put on his shoes, hummed Peking Opera in a good mood and went out.

A ring of tooth marks on the left ear was bloodshot.

Liang Baiyu's thin figure passed through corners where he could not see his fingers. No one caught his whereabouts. He just walked out of the village leisurely and went up the mountain.

Walk all the way and sing Peking Opera.

All the plants, trees, birds and insects in the forest are his audience. They listen and don't understand his story.

Men on patrol spotted him.

Liang Baiyu panted with his legs propped up, and his heart ached. He coughed a few times, clearing his throat blocked by fishy sweetness, with a soft and intimate smile in his eyes.

"Honest man, I want to eat brown sugar eggs."