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

Zhou Mo was not discouraged either, he squeezed forward again, and forced himself to hug him into his arms.

There was no way for Yan Qing to retreat, so he followed him, only passively leaning against Zhou Mo, and silently put down the hand on his waist.

Suddenly grabbing an empty hand, Zhou Mo stared sullenly at Yan Qing's side face, and said, "Qing'er, why doesn't she always want to get close to me these days?"

Zhou Mo recalled the scene of entering the door with Mr. Tong Li at the same time during the day, and his tone became more sour, "Other husbands will warm their hands."

Yan Qing didn't move, she lay on her side with a pillow on her hand, and said very flatly, "Do you think I'm bad?"

This man spoke as usual, calmly and softly, but inexplicably, Zhou Mo felt that Yan Qing was angry, but he didn't know why, and he had been lukewarm for the past few days...

Zhou Mo looked in the direction of the collapse, and lay down resentfully, staring straight at the roof of the tent, "I have enjoyed this kind of treatment before."

"Qing'er has changed."

The corners of Yan Qing's mouth twitched slightly, a little helpless, and he didn't know if it was because Zhou Mo had a fever before, but he just felt that this person looked extraordinarily childish at the moment, making people dumbfounded.

In the past few days, Yan Qing has indeed deliberately avoided Zhou Mo, because he heard something he didn't like to hear, and he would inevitably feel a little unhappy in his heart, but Yan Qing also knew that he shouldn't say nothing like this, unilaterally Zhou Mo is cold.

Such twists and turns made the two of them feel uncomfortable.

Yan Qing showed weakness in his heart, sighed invisibly, turned around, and was about to start coaxing people, but Zhou Mo withdrew his hand, turned his back to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing was at a loss for words for a while, and just looked at Zhou Mo in a daze.

...Hiss, why is this person so mad at himself?

Zhou Mo, who turned over, deliberately rolled up his sleeves, caressed his white and smooth wrist with downcast eyes, and said wistfully, "Qing'er will not cherish me anymore if he lost my sand."

Yan Qing: "..."

The man raised his hand so high, as if he was afraid that he would not see it.

Yan Qing, who was planning to comfort others with a loud voice, felt his teeth itch when he saw Zhou Mo like this, he ground his teeth, and retorted loudly, "Why not, Ah Mo also came to kill me?"

How to eliminate it... Both of them know it well.

Zhou Mo immediately became silent like a dumb cannon, probably because he never thought that Yan Qing would answer his nasty words at all. Seems more and more lonely.

Yan Qingduan looked at it, couldn't hold back his skills, he chuckled twice, stretched out his hand to push Zhou Mo and said, "Ah Mo, don't be angry, stretch out your hand, I'll warm you up."

Zhou Mo didn't move, the sudden slap by Yan Qing really made his face a little red, he didn't want to turn around and make the people behind him laugh.

Seeing that there was no movement, Yan Qing pushed him again, holding back a smile and said, "Ah Mo, let me warm your hands for you, other husbands can warm your husband's hands, why is my husband like this?" Seeing that, the same bed also requires the Chu River and the Han Realm."

Zhou Mo: "..."

Yan Qing saw Zhou Mo froze for a moment, and continued to work hard, "Husband——"

Before he finished speaking, the person with his back turned suddenly turned back.

In an instant, Yan Qing collapsed on the bed, the quilt collapsed, and he raised his eyes to look at the person behind him.

Zhou Mo put his hands on Yan Qing's body, his face was a little hot, probably flushed, Zhou Mo only comforted himself that it must be because of a low-grade fever, usually his skin is very thick, but there has never been such a thing at all.

Zhou Mo didn't give Yan Qing a chance to take a closer look, and directly stretched out his hand to stick to his waist, and said in a low voice, "Use this to warm up."

Yan Qing: "..."

If it was just warming hands and feasting, he would have tolerated it, but this person is obviously not satisfied with that...

Yan Qing glared at him, "You're the only one with a fever!"

"It's okay, Qing'er didn't let me touch you for a few days. A few days ago, I was concerned about your 'illness', so I tolerated it, but today I am the one who is sick. I have good physical strength, so it doesn't matter."

"Qing'er, is it okay?"

Yan Qing didn't answer, and couldn't answer, the man spoke with a discussing tone, but his hands... Anyway, he didn't seem to want to discuss with him at all!

Yan Qing clenched his lips tightly, angrily, not wanting to look at Zhou Mo, Zhou Mo lowered his eyes, and opened his teeth with his fingertips to prevent him from biting himself.

"Qing'er, don't hold back, I want to hear you call me."

Yan Qing couldn't stand this, his body trembled uncontrollably, he whimpered twice, and reminded, "...outside the door."

Zhou Mo lowered his head, "Huh?"

There was mist in the corners of Yan Qing's eyes, and his face was blushing, "The black shadow is still there."

Zhou Mo suddenly realized, leaned down and whispered in the man's ear, "It's okay, if you scream louder, he will leave."

Yan Qing froze, covering her lips with the back of her hand, clearly resisting.Seeing this, Zhou Mo stopped teasing him. He has good hearing, so he already knew that Soi Ying had left.

Hearing the words, Yan Qing took a breath, hesitated again and again, and still stretched out his arms to hug the person on his body slowly. He lowered his eyes and said with a voice like a mosquito, "...Only once, you are still sick."

Zhou Mo didn't intend to continue, he just planned to take care of Xiao Yanqing and then go to bed, but now, everyone under him said so, and he stopped restraining himself, and reached out to get the balm under the pillow.

When Yan Qing saw this thing at a close distance, he couldn't help but gasped. When he turned his head in embarrassment, Zhou Mo pulled him up.

"For the sake of me being a patient, Qing'er can come by herself today."

Zhou Mo sounded bewitching, Yan Qing looked down at Zhou Mo for a while, sat up as if he didn't understand why, he didn't come back to his senses until a small round jar was stuffed in his hand.

... In this regard, Yan Qing didn't know where Zhou Mo got so many bad tastes. After Zhou Mo gave some guidance, Yan Qing naturally knew what was going to happen next.

He blushed, and he didn't mind throwing the ointment, because it would be hot if he didn't throw it away. After a while, under Zhou Mo's direct gaze, he unscrewed the lid as if in compromise, and scooped some on his fingertips.

……

The next day, Yan Qing was woken up by the noise of the wheels of the car, and there was a constant roar in his ears, but Yan Qing's eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up at all, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he had no strength at all.

Yan Qing raised his hand and touched a smooth car wall. He was amazed for a moment, and after struggling to lift his eyes, he saw the roof, car wall, car curtain, and leaning against his side, with one hand under his head and the other holding the car. I read Zhoumo in this book.

Before Yan Qing had time to ask anything, she saw that the booklet Zhou Mo was holding looked very familiar. After a closer look, Yan Qing coughed twice.

Isn't that... Isn't that the "Secret Play Picture" that Chi Sheng gave him!As early as the time of moving, Yan Qing hadn't been found, thought it was left in the village and ignored it, but now it was in Zhou Mo's hands.

No wonder Yan Qing felt that Zhou Mo's posture of tossing him was very familiar...!It's all according to the picture book!

Yan Qing propped up his hands and forcibly sat up, patted Zhou Mo's hand under his body away, leaned against the other side of the car wall, and looked at Zhou Mo coldly. It was only at this moment that Yan Qing realized that he was no longer on the bed No, but in the carriage.

The bottom of the carriage was paved with several thick brocade quilts, which were soft, and the surrounding area was covered with cushions. There was a small tea table on the edge, which was scented with warm incense, and there was a small hand stove beside Yan Qing.

Seeing someone wake up, Zhou Mo put down his book, leaned over and squeezed his waist, and said softly, "Are you awake?"

Yan Qing's gaze fell on the book, unable to move her eyes away.

Zhou Mo noticed this sight, and put the book between Yan Qing's legs carelessly, and the Hao Ran painted on it was their actions last night.

"Now I probably understand what this mark means," Zhou Mo pointed to the cross on the page, "It means I have seen it, it is feasible, and you can try it."

"I found that I don't need to say more about the pages that have been marked. It seems that Qing'er understands very thoroughly." Zhou Mo turned the pages while talking, and said with an upright face, "Those that are not marked, In fact, it's okay, Qing'er doesn't need to play so wildly."

Yan Qing blushed when Zhou Mo said it. She was shy at first, but seeing Zhou Mo's words getting more and more outrageous, she immediately stretched out her hand to block the picture album, raised her eyes and glared at him, "Do you understand the meaning of cross!"

Zhou Mo suppressed a smile, and shook his head innocently, "I don't really understand, how about Qing'er tell me why the cross is crossed, so I can work harder."

Yan Qing: "..."

Yan Qing closed his eyes, propped himself up, and threw the brochure out of the window when Zhou Mo was not paying attention. Seeing this, Zhou Mo couldn't hold back his laughter, and knocked on the wall of the carriage twice, "Qing'er, You are so cute, when I think of you holding a pen, scribbling, correcting, pointing, and doing homework on this kind of picture book, I can't wait to pinch your face."

Zhou Mo said so, and stretched out his hand to rub the person's face lightly, but quickly withdrew his hand, and pressed on the person's waist and legs in a fawning manner.

"I didn't plan yesterday... well, anyway, seeing that you couldn't get up this morning, I simply hugged a few more brocade quilts and laid the bottom. It shouldn't be bumpy, right?"

Yan Qing nodded, he was actually more curious about what made Zhou Mo ignore him, but he didn't ask, and just waited for Zhou Mo to say something later.

"After thinking about it, the road to the capital is far away, and you rarely travel far. Why don't we pass by Pingcheng, take a rest, and then go back with Zhou Liu and the others. There is also a companion on the way."

Yan Qing nodded slowly, "En."

He pulled Zhou Mo's hand, curled up and lay down again, rubbed his eyes and said, "I'll sleep again."

"Okay, I'll watch you sleep," Zhou Mo followed and lay down on his side, resting his head on one hand, staring straight at Yan Qing. Seeing Yan Qing frowned, he quickly added, "Walking in a hurry, I didn't bring any clothes." The book next to it, the only one that you can throw down for me."

Yan Qing: "..."

Yan Qing Mozhe was really tired. Before going to bed, she was still thinking that staying up there was not good at all. In the past, it was just a little discomfort below the waist.

Seeing that the person was fast asleep, Zhou Mo stretched out his hand to hook the tip of Gou Yanqing's nose, and he sighed after a while.

He still didn't know how to talk to Yanqing about Xiao Fei's matter. This time, all the pictures were posted all over the city, and there was already a neighbor next door sneaking away at the door, and the exposure was only a matter of a moment.

In fact, Zhou Mo thinks that Yan Qing should only have guessed something, otherwise he wouldn't avoid it every time, even if he saw it, he would pretend he didn't see it.

It was only because Yan Qing saw that he was speechless, so he naturally stopped prying and curious. Obviously, it was Yan Qing who should make people feel distressed, but he cared about himself, and pretended not to know if he didn't ask or ask.

... What is his virtue and ability.

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