The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

There was a momentary hesitation in Zhou Mo's eyes, and Yan Qing was naturally sensitive, so he could distinguish these emotions clearly.

After only a second, Yan Qing looked away, and smiled bluntly, "Just say it casually, don't take it seriously, I'm going to wash my face."

After Yan Qing finished speaking, she lowered her head and brushed past Zhou Mo.

Even though there was a smile on his face, Yan Qing looked downcast, almost writing the word "sad" on his face.

Poor, weak and good-looking people are always easy to sympathize with, and Zhou Mo is no exception. He reached out to stop Yan Qing, and looked at Yan Qing with a slight tilt of his head, "Why, why don't people hesitate?"

Yan Qing bit her lip again.

Seeing this, Zhou Mo couldn't help frowning, stretched out his hand to gently lift Yan Qing's jaw, his eyes darkened, "What bad habit..."

The slender fingertips rubbed Yan Qing's lips with some shallow tooth marks, Yan Qing was startled, and hurriedly retracted her teeth.

Zhou Mo's distance was very close to Yan Qing, and his warm breath wafted into Yan Qing's ears while speaking, and his ears turned red uncontrollably.

Yan Qing hurriedly stretched out her hand to rescue the numb ears, and retreated several steps with her neck shrunk.

"No, don't pity me, I've already gotten used to it."

"Who is pitiful?" Zhou Mo smiled, and a trace of narrowness flashed in his eyes, "Now I eat yours and sleep with yours, who is more pitiful, Qing'er, can you tell me?"

Yan Qing looked up blankly, and said with some uncertainty, "Y-should be you, right? Then I'll support you?"

Zhou Mo's smile paused, a little surprised.

Knowing that she said something wrong, Yan Qing stammered and added, "Take care, take care of each other, take care of each other, at least, you can live here forever."

With a smile in his eyes, Zhou Mo sat lazily on the side of the bed, teasing, "I thought about it, it's good to eat soft rice, Qing'er, I will rely on you to support me from now on."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Qing's face also turned a little red. It was obvious that Zhou Mo was taking care of him in every way, but he wanted to say that, and Zhou Mo agreed, as if he didn't care about it at all.

Yan Qing's eyes shone slightly, and he answered "Yes" in a low voice.

Zhou Mo looked at Yan Qing's brisk steps, and sighed invisibly.

If Yan Qing's life experience is really as weak, pitiful and helpless as he appears, it would be simple, but Zhou Mo knows that Yan Qing will return to his position in the end.

He has no intention of wearing books, nor does he have any intention of doing something shocking in this different world, he just wants to simply live a long life, grow flowers and read books in the future.

... But these, it is quite difficult to bring Yan Qing together.

Zhou Mo was still immersed in his own thoughts, and there was also a trace of regret brought about by his momentary soft-heartedness, but when Yan Qing prepared the meal and served it on the table, and looked at him with bright eyes, Zhou Mo didn't care about anything. forget about it.

Then let's take a step at a time.

As soon as he sat down at the table, he was about to open his mouth to boast, when there was a hasty knock on the door.

Yan Qing got up, and Zhou Mo also got up, pushing him back one step faster than him, "You sit down, I'll go and have a look."

Yan Qing stared at the door worriedly, "...Could it be that Mrs. Sun cried weakly in front of the village chief?"

Zhou Mo, who had been hungry for a while, was not in a good mood when he was disturbed by the knock on the door, "There will be many days when he will cry in the future, and I am anxious about what to do this time."

Yan Qing: "..."

The knock on the door outside the house had been going on for a while during the conversation between the two. At first it was heavy and urgent, but then suddenly became gentle and gentle for some reason. The gap between the front and the back made Zhou Mo even really suspect that the village head brought Sun to find fault.

But as soon as he opened the door, he found that he was still small.

...Xu Lishi wore a light-colored long dress, with long hair scattered on both sides, and he exuded a strange temperament.

Zhou Mo had only seen Xu Lishi a few times, always in dark clothes, and once lifting his trouser legs and getting stuck in the mud to lift a car.Embarrassment is nothing, after all, she is not ugly, her facial features are tough, coupled with the advantage of her figure brought by the empress, she is a very A-type in modern times.

...There must be a demon when things go wrong. Zhou Mo realized some tricks from Xu Lishi's "elegant" attire almost immediately, probably for the sake of feasting.

But Xu Lishi is not a single-minded person.In the book, she has more than one husband in the end, although they are all the ones with a bowl of water, but seeing such a person come to tease Qing, Zhou Mo feels very uncomfortable.

He silently looked at Xu Lishi, with "dislike" clearly written in his eyes.

Xu Lishi originally wanted to get close to him, after all, Yan Qing seemed to value him very much, but before he opened his mouth, Xu Lishi inexplicably sensed a trace of Zhou Mo's displeasure, and his thoughts stopped for a while.

The two men of about the same size stood at the door calmly and stared at each other for a while.

Seeing this strange scene, Yan Qing couldn't help poking her head out from behind. She was slightly taken aback when she saw the person coming, and said, "Sister Xu? Why are you here?"

As soon as Xu Lishi saw Yan Qing's face, he put a smile on his face, and Zhou Mo silently withdrew his scrutiny, +10 unhappy.

Xu Lishi said, "I heard that you were in the field. I thought it was still raining, so I went to help you, but I walked around the field and found that you were not there."

Yan Qing returned, "Well, I went to stay for a while and then came back."

Seeing Zhou Mo still standing at the door, Yan Qing was a little puzzled, didn't this man just say he was hungry?

Yan Qing said, "Sister Xu, do you want to come in and have something to eat? Brother Zhou and I are just getting ready for dinner."

Xu Lishi touched the back of his head and said, "Is it convenient?"

Yan Qing smiled and said, "It's convenient."

Zhou Mo moved away in silence, Xu Lishi lifted his skirt and walked in.

"Brother Zhou, what's the matter with you?" Yan Qing walked two steps in, found Zhou Mo still standing at the door, and looked over suspiciously.

"...Don't call me Big Brother Zhou."

On the left, he took a mouthful of brother Zhou's and then sister Xu's, and Zhou Mo felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Yan Qing was startled, although she didn't understand why, she said honestly, "Then what are you calling, Mo'er?"

Zhou Mo called him Qing'er.

Zhou Mo: "..."

Zhou Mo: "... up to you."

As long as it's not Big Brother Zhou.

Zhou Mo followed, Xu Lishi had already taken his original seat, and Zhou Mo sat opposite Yan Qing with a dark face.

Xu Lishi said to Yan Qing, "You two have a really good relationship."

Yan Qing smiled, looking a little shy, "It's Zhou, it's Ah Mo who have always taken care of me."

He added a pair of bowls and chopsticks for Zhou Mo, who was pushed aside, remembering that Zhou Mo was hungry before, and he put some extra rice for him.

Seeing this, Zhou Mo felt slightly better, but this good mood only lasted for a while.

Xu Lishi naturally handed the bowl to Yan Qing, "Thank you Qing'er."

Yan Qing was startled, "Sister Xu, you are too polite..."

"I've already called you Qing'er, so don't call me so unfamiliar, can you call me Ali?"

Zhou Mo didn't hold back his meal and sprayed it out. He supported the table and coughed uncontrollably. Seeing this, Yan Qing hurried over to relieve him, and his expression was slightly wrong.

After he calmed down, Zhou Mo sat up and said slowly, "Do you know the difference between men and women? Don't take advantage of our Qing'er."

Zhou Mo: I have never thought that the term "men and women are different" is so easy to use.

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