Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Song Ping'an's drink this time was quite satisfying.

Xue Ming held the two jujubes in his hand, and while the women who were chatting with her went out, he lifted the hijab and ate the jujubes.

Fortunately, there were wedding cakes and peanuts in the room. He sighed heavily, and listened to the people outside playing, and ate a bit sadly.

After a while, another group of people came. This time, it was not women who came, but a group of married brothers.

Xue Ming felt that he put the hijab on again, and those brothers walked in, seeing that no one was there, and then began to explain to him what happened between the two of them.

Tell him how to serve a man, how not to hurt, how to make a man happy.

Mrs. Xue should have told him about this kind of secret in the boudoir, but he and Mrs. Xue were enemies and were extremely jealous when they met. Mother Song was embarrassed to talk to him, so she found a group of like-minded people.

Xue Ming listened carefully. After all, my brother can feel comfortable, and Song Pingan will feel comfortable when he thinks about it below.

It took more than half an hour after saying this, until the sky darkened and the brothers went out to eat, before Xue Ming took off the hijab on his head and continued to eat secretly.

The Song family sent a wedding invitation to the Xue family, and Xue Youcai was the one who came from the Xue family. This person has become a lot smarter now, knowing how to please Xue Ming, so he secretly prepared gifts and came over for the wedding wine.

The Xue family is also preparing for a happy event recently, but there is no joy at all in the family, as if there is a funeral.

Song Ping'an was dragged here and there, drank a lot of wine, and was dizzy all over.

But I still miss Xue Ming in my heart, and when I see something delicious, I want to save some for Xue Ming to eat.

After the wedding banquet was over, Song Ping'an was helped to go to the wedding room to choose a hijab.

As soon as he came in, Xue Ming smelled alcohol, and the matchmaker greeted Song Ping'an, "Ping'an, go and see your new wife."

Song Pingan picked up the title, but couldn't see the target for half a year, and was about to go straight to it, but was pulled back by Xi Po, and said, "What's the rush, you will be alone later."

"Okay!" Song Pingan's face was red with wine, and he picked it up with a happy name, which can be regarded as lifting his hijab. When he saw Xue Ming's face that looked like a palette, he turned and walked away, saying, "Xue Ming Ming Le, where did you go?"

The corner of Xue Ming's mouth twitched. Is this the rhythm of a newlywed not being recognized by a man?

Fortunately, Xi Po next to him could speak, so she quickly pulled him back and said, "Really, the new madam can't recognize you so beautiful?"

"Not beautiful! Ugly!" Song Pingan told the truth directly when he was drunk, making everyone in the room laugh.

Was called ugly by the partner on the wedding night?

Xue Ming said that he was really... helpless!

Aunt Xitou, who put on makeup for him, looked at him in disbelief, and said with a smile, "Tsk tsk, this isn't pretty, Ping An, what kind of fairy do you like?"

"Looks like Xue Ming." Song Pingan decided that the person sitting on the wedding bed was not Xue Ming.

When the time came, the women in the room laughed and made trouble and left time for the two of them. They prepared the He Huan wine for him, lit the red candles and closed the door to listen to the bed affairs of the two.

Song Ping'an was still dizzy, looking at the two lumps of blush on his face and the red under the eye circles, he refused to go over no matter what, turned around and was about to pull the door.

Xue Ming held his forehead, there was no way to wipe off the things on his face.She only took the initiative to walk over and take his hand, leading him to the bed.

Originally, it should be a good time to spend a lot of time, but when it comes to him, I can only say hehe.

Xue Ming said that he really wanted to go directly to him while he was drunk, but he had no choice but to lure him with a glass of wine, "Ping An, come here and I'll show you a treasure."

"Don't watch!" Song Ping'an flatly refused. '

"Can't you even hear my voice?" Xue Ming said.

"Fake, Xue Mingle?" Song Pingan staggered towards the door, apparently wanting to open it and go out.

Xue Ming felt that he was No. 1 in history who was disliked by his newlywed husband because of the ugly makeup on his face.

He sighed, went up to hug Song Ping'an, and said, "Where do you want to go? You haven't compensated me yet!"

"Compensation?" Hearing these two words, Song Ping'an was a little more honest, and let him hug her.

Xue Ming poured two glasses of wine and handed him one.

Song Pingan thought it was the same as before, and was about to pour it, but Xue Ming quickly stopped him and said, "It's for me to drink."

"Oh?" Song Ping'an handed the hand to his lips.

"Alas!" Xue Ming could only take the initiative to hold his hand, but suddenly thought of something, picked up the hijab thrown on the bed, and said, "Come, I will put it on for you, my husband."

"Don't wear it!" Song Ping'an stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

"Why are you disobedient? Do you want to sleep with Xue Ming?"

"Think!" He said sincerely.

Xue Ming squinted his eyes at this little rough guy who looked ascetic in appearance but was actually a hooligan in his heart, and stretched out his hand to cover him with a red hijab.

Song Pingan, who couldn't see clearly, snorted uncomfortably, and asked eagerly, "Xue Mingle, I want to sleep with him."

Xue Ming took a breath, grabbed his fidgeting hand with one hand, and lifted his red hijab with the other.

Song Pingan tore it off, stared at him, and said, "Where did you get Xue Ming?"

"He'll be here soon." Song Ping'an drank a lot tonight, and his belly swelled slightly. Xue Ming couldn't help touching him, and then coaxed him, "Is it uncomfortable? If it's uncomfortable, let's take off our clothes gone."

"Don't take it off, wait for Xue Ming." Song Pingan's stubbornness is not so difficult to deal with.

But Xue Ming had no choice but to grab the red hijab and wipe off the things on his face as soon as he could.

Unexpectedly, Song Pingan looked at his face and felt even more disgusted: "Ugly!"

Xue Ming couldn't bear it anymore and directly pressed him on his body, rubbing all the things on his face onto his body.

Only then did Song Pingan see his face clearly, Mou Zujin turned over and said, "Xue Ming!"

"Well, it's me." Xue Ming nodded in relief, reaching out to pinch his blushing cheeks.

"Why are you so ugly?" Song Pingan looked at his painted face and asked again, seeming very uncertain.

"This is hard to describe, but compared to this, shouldn't it be time for us to have a bridal chamber?"

"The bridal chamber!" Song Ping'an touched his waist, then took the initiative to hug him and kiss him for a long time.

Xue Ming pinched the back of his head and bit him fiercely, until his whole body was exhausted from kissing him, so he pressed against him.

Scared Song Pingan immediately went to stare at him: "What do you want?"

"you guess!"

…………

In the morning, Xue Ming closed his eyes and thought about it, but Song Pingan, who was supposed to be in charge of everything, was lying next to him, cursing and crying.

Xue Ming sighed: "It really is a good taste."

"Fart..." Shit!

"Does it hurt?" Xue Ming turned over and looked at the person who buried his face in the pillow, and said seriously, "Actually, I also hurt."

"Fart! How does it hurt you!" Song Pingan was about to cry to death thinking about it, wishing he could crush him, why, why did I get fucked by a brother!

Xue Ming thought about the fight last night. Fortunately, he won, but it was also a loss for both sides, because Song Ping'an refused to do anything and did not cooperate in various ways.

"It really hurts!" He emphasized his tone.

Soon I heard Song Pingan say sullenly: "Why don't you hurt yourself to death!"

Xue Ming watched the sky all night. It was almost time to toast his parents-in-law after lying down. Seeing Song Ping'an's current state, he took the initiative to get the clothes, and then asked thoughtfully, "Do you want me to wear them for you?"

"Get out!" Song Pingan felt that he needed to be quiet, thinking about his aggressive appearance last night, and looking at his stomach, asked suspiciously, "Did I really sleep with you before?"

"Sleeping, but..." Xue Ming coughed lightly, "But...you didn't..."

"Then you're still lying to me! Get lost!" Song Ping'an immediately threw a pillow over.

Xue Ming looked at him with a smile, and then handed him something.

"I don't want it!" Song Ping'an turned his face away, he lost a lot of things overnight.

The "pride" of men, and children!

Xue Ming put the thing in his palm and said, "You put it away."

With cold hands, Song Pingan looked up at him, then at the thing that looked like a small ice cube, and asked with a frown, "What is this?"

"Ability crystallization." Xue Ming said lightly, picked up the clothes on the ground and folded them, walked over to find a piece of clothing and threw it on the bed, saying, "It's like a goblin's gut."

"Why did you give this to me?" Song Pingan felt that this was a heavy weight, and quickly pushed his hand away, "I don't want it."

Xue Ming smiled at him, put on his trousers, found another small silver ring, and said, "And this, if you don't want it, just throw it away. If you don't want it, I won't keep it for others."

"Then I'll keep it for you."

The little ring was similar to the little wreath that Xue Ming wore for him before, but this time it was indeed silver. Xue Ming took out his own one and said, "Put it on for me, that little square can fit on the little ring."

The small square is the supernatural crystal, transparent and black, very nice.

Song Pingan held it for a while before he stuck it into the small ring, then buckled it again, and found that it couldn't get off, so he snorted, "It's stuck, will it fall?"

"will not."

Xue Ming fastened the belt, and came over to put it on for him. Seeing his worried face, he said, "I still have the supernatural ability. As long as the thing doesn't explode, I won't die."

"Body explosion?" Song Ping'an heard him mention it, and his fingers trembled, "Will it be broken?"

Wearing the silver ring with crystallization on the nails is very heroic, and it looks much better than wearing a pile of gold. Song Pingan straightened it gently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and soon became worried again.

"It won't be broken, don't worry, I still want to spend my whole life with you." Xue Ming smiled, and said it lightly, as if that play had nothing to do with his life or death.

Song Ping'an was still worried, and when he was about to say something, Xue Ming's lips pressed against his chin again, pinching his chin, and asked, "Do you want to dress you for my husband? Well, I took it off after all."