"Oh, hold on..."
Through a window, the moonlight filled the entire yard.
The bees returning home at night were so anxious that they were sweating profusely and almost lost their way. Finally, they found an unopened flower as a temporary habitat on the way. They slowly folded their wings and crawled into the flower house for shelter. Place.
The night wind blew, the nectar rustled in the bamboo shadows, and the little flower also swayed gently in the moonlight.
……
The bright moon is as gentle as water.
The whimpering sound is more like melting into water.
Fu Jingyou kissed Lu Miao's sweaty forehead lovingly, and then kissed down to his soft lips.
Fu Jingyou has always been gentle and humble towards Lu Miao.
But he himself is not the type of modest gentleman.
His character is fierce and wild.
Lu Miao asked him not to bully her.
She felt like she was an inconspicuous flower on the grassland hillside.
One day the dominant lion passed by by chance and discovered this small and tender flower on the hillside.
In the darkness, the possessive and wild eyes of the lion are simply terrifying.
The lion seemed to like this small flower bud very much. He lay prone on the ground, licking and ravaging it, trying to urge it to bloom.
……
Only one release is not enough.
Lu Miao struggled to escape.
Fu Jingyou lowered his voice and coaxed her gently.
"Miaomiao is not afraid."
"Once again..."
The autumn wind at night suddenly mixed with the heat of summer.
The hot and sexy lips pressed against the young girl's soft lips.
With entangled breathing, he forced the timid and shy girl to turn over.
"Hey-"
My chest, which was completely soaked with sweat, pressed against Lu Miao's white back.
Lu Miao tightly grasped the pillow cover on the side of her face with both hands.
Fu Jingyou's big hand attached to the back of her hand, clasping her hand tightly from the gaps between her fingers.
"Miaomiao, Miaomiao..."
His voice was low and deep, and the breath coming out of his chest was as hot as lava.
Lu Miao answered unconsciously:
"Huh?"
"Who am I? Huh?"
The breath sprayed on Lu Miao's ear.
He placed a lingering kiss on her ear:
"Who am I?"
"You are, you are a pig! You are not a good person!"
Fu Jingyou Her Adam's apple slid, her narrow waist tilted, and her chest pressed against her smooth back.
"Huh? Who am I?"
Lu Miao suddenly started crying.
"Fu Jingyou, you are Fu Jingyou!..."
The sound of teeth grinding on the bed continued until late at night.
Lu Miao fell into a trance and fell into a deep sleep. The next day, when the rooster crowed and the sky was bright, she squinted her eyes and became confused, unable to get up.
Following Fu Jingyou’s high fever, this time it was Lu Miao’s turn.
Fu Jingyou asked Chen Guifen to come over early in the morning to help take care of her. He hurriedly went to the brigade to borrow a bicycle and went to the town to buy antipyretics.
Fu Jingyou came back at noon, and Lu Miao's forehead was still hot.
He gave Lu Miao the medicine, and Chen Guifen stood aside, shaking her hands, hesitating for a long time, and said:
"Are you going to the mountains to burn some paper money for your parents when you are free? "
"Lu Miao just got married and has not visited the graves of your parents yet..."
Fu Jingyou knew what Chen Guifen meant.
There are some superstitious beliefs in rural areas: children or family members get sick for no reason, it is because a deceased family member comes back to visit, etc.
Fu Jingyou and Lu Miao fell ill one after another, which made Chen Guifen not think too much.
Fu Jingyou shook his head, not believing that:
"Aunt, it's okay. Lu Miao has a fever because..." Fu Jingyou stopped talking and did not continue.
Chen Guifen stared at him for a long time. Before he was ready to urge him, something suddenly occurred to him.
Fu Jingyou was sick before and got better yesterday. Today Lu Miao is sick.
Looking at Fu Jingyou’s face with an unspeakable expression, and then looking at the girl lying on the bed, her lips were obviously red and bruised, and there were faint traces of bruises on her slender wrists with cuffs.
“You are really a piece of cake!”
Chen Guifen was so embarrassed that she took off her clothes and whipped Fu Jingyou.
"She is still young, how can she withstand such torture from you!"
Fu Jingyou sometimes protected his shoulders and sometimes his arms, and his face became very hot.
“I know, I know, I’ll know next time.”
“Next time?”
"There's no next time..."
Chen Guifen shook her head helplessly, feeling so ashamed that she couldn't do anything.
Fu Jingyou was taking care of Lu Miao in the room, while Chen Guifen was outside the door calling the two old hens that had been delivered a few days ago.
After a chase, Chen Guifen killed the chicken in the backyard of Fu's house and cooked the soup in the stove.
Tell Fu Jingyou to remember to give Lu Miao a drink when she wakes up later, and then Chen Guifen went home.
Lu Miao lay in bed for two days before she gradually recovered.
The soup made by free-range old hens can nourish people.
But Lu Miao's mouth and appetite are also very picky.
She disliked the chicken soup that was filled with thick oil.
She refused to eat the stewed chicken because of the firewood.
In the end, I only ate two non-greasy chicken feet and chicken wings, and the other parts went into Fu Jingyou's belly. Most of them were carried to He's house by Fu Jingyou.
In the He family, He Hongjin looked at the chicken soup that was delivered and turned his head to look at Chen Guifen.
He Hongjin thought that his mother-in-law's cooking skills over the years had temporarily lost quality due to changing the stove.
After taking a sip, the aroma of oil and chicken in the chicken soup filled your mouth. It was obviously not a matter of taste.
He Hongjin frowned with a "tsk" sound, holding a large bowl of chicken soup and feeling puzzled and worried:
"Can't you eat this, this, such good food?"
"What else do you want to eat? What else do you want to eat?"
"Wait!"
He Hongjin's head was pounding. Thinking of the rumors in the team some time ago, he suddenly slapped the table and stared at Fu Jingyou.
“You’re not pregnant, are you? You brat!”
"No, uncle, what are you thinking about?"
Fu Jingyou was startled.
Chen Guifen also stood up, stopped He Hongjin and cursed:
"You don't know what his temper is? When did he do such an outrageous thing?"
He Hongjin felt at ease and sat down at the table again, feeling inexplicably disappointed again.
There is only one Miao Miao in the Fu family now. It would be a good thing if Lu Miao is really pregnant...
But he only thinks about this in his heart and has no time to say it outside.
"Then what should we do now?"
He Hongjin scratched his head, picked up the bowl and said:
"I can't even eat such good chicken soup, a small place in the countryside, Is there anything more honest than this? ”
Fu Jingyou was silent for a while and said truthfully:
"Miaomiao doesn't like heavy oil, and she said she doesn't like chicken soup either. She likes to eat fried chicken."
"Fried chicken?"
I don’t know whether he was helpless or angry, He Hongjin said with a smile:
“There is only one old hen left now, and it has been raised for a long time. Who can bite it when it is fried?”
Chen Guifen had an idea and said with a smile:
"The old hen can't bite, but the baby chicken can always bite."
Fu Jingyou also reacted immediately.
The old hen cannot be chewed when fried, and the stew is too oily.
But the chicken can't.
Baby chickens are generally male and female chickens that are just a hundred days old and have not yet opened their throats and have not yet laid eggs.
The meat is tender and can be chewed when fried.
There is not so much oil when simmering the soup, and the soup is also lightly sweet.
Lu Miao will definitely like it. (End of this chapter)