Chapter 52 The Tao is ruthless

He stepped in.

In the autumn night, the frost was cold, "Ah Qiu--" I sneezed.

He smiled and said, "Xiuxiu, I'm late." As he spoke, he sat down at the table. Looking at nothing left on the table, he showed a pitiful wry smile: "Why are you giving me nothing left?"

I looked at him sideways. Just like him, do you still want to eat? The price of rice is very high. I just don't want to talk to him. Look at the roof with your cheeks.

He was not annoyed. He slowly picked up a bowl of rice and ate it and muttered, "Someone is so kind-hearted and left me vegetable soup."

It's good to give you vegetable soup! My aunt is so angry! Thinking of a woman like my aunt, giving you a bowl of rice is to look up to you!

"Xiuxiu, I didn't mean to. Last night, I went to sit in my fourth aunt's room and went back to my yard in the middle of the night. I just went to my third aunt's room and sat for a while. There's nothing I can do about it. I promise I haven't done anything."

What did he do and what does it have to do with me? They are all your women."

I turned my head and saw him swallowing down the vegetable soup. I couldn't help but feel very funny: "You are starving to death." He was eating the last bite and pointed to his mouth and said, "Wipe it for me!"

I pouted: "You look beautiful!" Throw the veil over and "Erase it yourself." He kept laughing, "How old are you? How can you be so faceless?" As he wiped the corners of his mouth with my aunt's bright little handkerchief, he slowly came over and squeezed my hand and said, "Xiuxiu, let's live a good life like this, okay?"

I look like a little sheer.

The immortal speech is really sour. My aunt hummed too imperably.

In the dead of night, the barking of dogs can be heard... Of course, this is fake, but the dog of Situ Mansion is not raised in Xiangyi Garden. But the situation is similar. This month, the windy night is suitable for killing people and looting prison, but he pretends to be a depressed talent in the play and says such words that make people's teeth fall out.

"Xiuxiu, I will miss you, I..." He spoke more and more confusedly and more inappropriately. I felt colder and hurriedly, "Didn't I write a poem for you? I'll show it to you later."

He rushed up shamelessly. He half squatted on the ground and buried his face in my lap, like a cute dog. My aunt was too soft-hearted and spoke more kindly: "Sir, stand up. That poem is well written."

"Woo-woo..." It's like a puppy whimpering. My aunt listened too attentive and found that he said, "I don't want to stand up!"

This... this man is sometimes grumpy, but sometimes he is numb to death. He is simply not a normal person! I was speechless and had to roar, "Can't you get up?"

He stood up.

It's really shameless...

Looking at him again, there seemed to be grievance in his eyes: "Just listen to me on your back."

B of a bitch! If I recite it to you, isn't it a waste of expensive paper? My aunt thought that you would hold it in your arms and see things and think about people in the future, so she used such noble paper!

Angryly, handed him that thing.

He took it with a smile...

I have confidence in that poem - this is the best poem I have ever written.

But his face changed sharply, as if he didn't believe it. After a few more glances, he stared at me again in disbelief.

He pinched the flower pen, and the expression on his face seemed to be angry. Approaching me: "Are you going to be a matchmaker?"

I stared, "What's wrong?"

His expression was terrible: "Do you want me to accept her?"

She naturally refers to Xiaohong. That poem is the product of my aunt's painstaking efforts. But what's his expression now?

This man is reversed! Is the submissiveness of some time ago fake? I'm not willing to show weakness: "I want you to accept him, will you accept it or not?" It's itchy!

He laughed instead: "Okay! OK! Very good, Li Liangxiu, you are so kind! Do you know me, do you know me..." In the middle of the words, I choked and deliberately dropped my appetite. I kicked him in the leg: "What's wrong with you? Are you a beautiful woman who is picky? Don't look at who caused these romantic lawsuits!"

He looked at me fiercely for a long time, and finally said nothing. With an iron face, he lifted the curtain and went out.

It's not good! He is going to escape! My aunt was too busy to pull the corner of his clothes and shouted, "Don't go, don't go, Xiaohong's room is there!" You have to go, and you have to go if you don't go!" I didn't have enough strength alone and shouted, "Xiao Cui, come here quickly!"

He was so angry that he wanted to eat me, and I stared back: "What?" Humph! Who is afraid of whom!

His fist creaked, and finally turned his head silently and went to Xiaohong's room.

That's right.

I don't know what's thinking. Auntie actually started to listen to the corner of the wall.

I don't know what it's like to be with other women... I saw the blue figure going inside, and the tight muscles all over my body seemed to be going to the battlefield. It's funny to think about it - is it not our charming, gentle and lovely little red, or the enemy's failure?

The curtain is shadowy, but I also know that she is lying **. I specially told her. Although she has recovered, it is better to pretend to be weak and please the old man more - from his previous love for his seventh aunt, it can be seen that his favorite is actually this bite.

Her voice sounded, and she cries delicately, "Sir, are you here?"

He didn't answer.

"Master, is it cold outside? The maidservant is not in good health and can't get up to greet... Master..."

He finally opened his mouth and said in a muffled voice: "Poor you."

"Master! Master! Slaves are not pitiful! As long as you can work for the master, the maidservant will never say a grievance!" The confession mixed with sobs made my aunt outside the door quite shocked. Thinking back then... What were the years... Now my aunt will never say such a thing to anyone.

The final result of treating people with heart and soul like this... is to give people a chance to hurt you.

For me, life is like a dream. Accidentally stealing a day of joy is a happy and comfortable life. I don't know the geometry of my life expectancy, but if I can continue like this in my life, I will be not satisfied. If he has a man and a woman, what does it have to do with me?

I looked at these two people. He sighed deeply.

What's the pain? I really want to ask Xiao Hong.

A gust of wind blew and blew the curtain. But she saw her hair scattered like black ink and like a waterfall. Several wisps were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to the forehead. There are two blushes on a pink-like face. I have seen a pitiful look.

She lowered her body and fell forward - the fall was falling into his arms.

He didn't push her away in the end - in his heart, he would still be willing.

"Master... Xiaohong... Xiaohong begs for your pity..." Xiaohong's voice is low, glutinous, and I don't know how sweeter it is than mine. It's getting colder and colder, but the room is full of warmth.

The man didn't say anything, just left a back for me. I didn't look any further and walked outside. Before leaving, he closed the door very thoughtfully. Although they will definitely not feel cold tonight. Xiao Cui grabbed me and said, "Master, what's wrong with you?" I looked up and smiled, "Why do I feel so cold outside?"

With a "bang--" sound, it turned out to be a piece of paper floating up. It turned out to be that flower card. The ink has dried up, and those lines of poems I personally hand-held are crooked, but I wrote them word by word.

I sighed: "Xiao Cui, do you think my poems are very good?" But thinking that she is so stupid, she will definitely not understand me. He shook his head again and moved his hand, and the paper floated away from here. The autumn wind was rustling and fell on my aunt's delicate face, which was a little painful. My aunt thinks that a few more pots of fire must be added to the bedroom tonight.

Xiao Cui hurriedly supported me: "Master, I don't know how to write, but looking at the master just now, I seem to be angry?"