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Volume 2 Music Festival Chapter 67 Why come uninvited?

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    ¡¾First update!  The second update today is at four or five o'clock in the afternoon. My wife is back from her parents' home. Go pick her up!  ¡¿

    Song Mingli's face that was originally hidden in the crook of her arm suddenly raised up and gave Chen Mo a serious look. Chen Mo was so frightened that he quickly straightened his expression and said, "Tell me, if you go to Daoshan, I will prepare it for you."  , although it is hard to buy a mountain of knives, you can always buy them if you go to a few stores. You can also put them in oil pans, and even better, oil pans. They are specially made for you. Are they the kind that can be used for bathing?  ?¡±

    Song Mingliang couldn't help but laugh, stretched out her hand and pinched Chen Mo's thigh lightly, and scolded with a smile: "You just went up the mountain of swords and got down into the oil pan! If you want, I'll prepare it for you!"  "

    Chen Mo saw Song Mingli smile, and then felt relieved. He reached out and grabbed her arm, and with a strong twist, Song Mingli miraculously found that he had no time to react, and sat up inexplicably, until Chen Mo  After putting the water glass into her hand, she realized what she was doing. Her interest suddenly increased, and she stared at her beautiful eyes and asked, "What kind of kung fu is this? Can you teach me?"

    Chen Mo smiled and said: "Of course you can. Tai Chi Ting Jin can be mastered in at least ten years. Can you practice it?"

    Song Mingli's big beautiful eyes widened even more: "Ten years? I'm already old in ten years. Why do I even have this time to play with my children? Oh"

    After making some jokes, Song Mingliang's mood improved a lot. Chen Mo quickly asked her to come to the dining table to eat. Judging from the girl's dry lips, she probably hadn't eaten or drank properly all day.  Originally, today I heard that Ma Liang said that the Song brothers and sisters had been recruited back by the family, saying that they had something to discuss in detail. But now it seems that it is something that must have bothered Song Mingliang. She ran out in anger and hid with Chen Mo.  .

    Five or six minutes later, another plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and delicious flavor was brought to the table. Song Mingliang's eyes were blurred as the clouds turned sunny, her breathing was heavy, and her stomach began to growl.  Song Mingliang's mind at this time was completely fascinated by Chen Mo's food. She didn't show any shyness or hygiene at all. She started eating continuously without even washing her hands, shouting "delicious" and returning food at the same time.  From time to time, he would throw in a few bastard words like "You are too wronged to be a writer, you should be a little man like a sister! Just obey my sister, she will be good to you", but I was conquered by Chen Mo's craftsmanship.

    Chen Mo was a little troubled: "To conquer a woman, you must first start with her stomach! Am I digging my own hole and then burying myself?"

    In less than half an hour, two hot dishes, two cold dishes, and a small pot of soup were eaten.  Chen Mo, who didn't open his mouth much, thought about it secretly and couldn't help but clicked his tongue. How could Song Mingliang eat more than half of the meal!  Is the power of "turning grief and anger into appetite" so powerful?

    Song Mingli enjoyed the meal, but seeing that she was leaning on the sofa and stroking her belly, squinting her eyes with a look of enjoyment and discomfort, Chen Mo joked: "If you eat a few more meals at my place,  You will become a fat woman soon, but who will listen to your songs?"

    Song Mingliang lazily interjected: "That was also your fault, you have to be responsible for me. Please don't talk to me now, my stomach is full, it's time to whisper to you. Oops, I really ate too much, I feel so full.  .¡±

    Chen Mo was originally holding a stack of plates and was surprised. Looking at the dishes that Song Mingli had dipped the last vegetable soup into with steamed buns, he sighed in his heart: "Beautiful women are also human beings. Hungry  I eat and drink like crazy!" But after hearing Song Mingliang's words, Chen Mo stumbled and almost threw the plate in his hand. He turned around and said angrily: "You came to my house to eat to support yourself, why do you still have to hold me responsible?  "

    Song Mingli still looked happy as she caressed her belly lazily, as if she was pregnant with her lover's child: "Other places don't taste as good as yours. By the way, if a little girl like me like a flower is hungry,  Don¡¯t you feel bad about losing weight?¡±

    Chen Mo walked into the kitchen angrily, and while doing various tricks to wash the dishes quickly, he shouted: "You are not as young as us, and you are still a little girl, so you are not shy! And you are not  Who am I, why should I feel sorry for you? If you like to eat and drink from me, and then you still rely on me to hold on, how many girls will I have to feel sorry for in the end?"

    Song Mingli stood up angrily, but her movements were a little rough, and her stomach full of food felt a little bloated and painful. She fell back with an "ouch" and curled up on the sofa with her eyebrows furrowed. She looked at Chen Mo again.  It's funny and infuriating.

    Song Mingliang turned around and glared: "You still laugh when someone hurts you, do you really not feel bad for me?"

    Chen Mo felt a little distressed when he saw the pain and anger on Song Mingli's face. He quickly wiped his hands, came over and put a hand on her shoulder, and used the "listening force" method, which completely destroyed Song Mingli's limp body.  He resisted and turned over, but this time he leaned against the armrest with his round legs flat on the sofa, assuming a comfortable reclining posture.

      Chen Mo knelt down, put his palm on her stomach and rubbed it gently with his inner strength.  Song Mingli's painful feeling immediately weakened until it disappeared, and then a comfortable feeling immediately appeared from her stomach and then spread throughout her body.  This made Song Mingliang blush, feel touched, and even feel relieved. She couldn't help but whisper in her heart: "If this were my husband, tsk tsk, how great it would be! Make delicious food every day, and have someone to relieve your boredom when you are upset.  , there is delicious homemade herbal tea for you when you are thirsty, and massage for digestion when you are full No, you really need to hurry up, after passing this village, there is really no place like this!"

    Chen Mo didn't think of anything else at first, but after rubbing Song Mingli a few times, he felt a soft and warm patch under his palm, which made him reluctant to take it away.  Qiu Ri's eyes were not cold. Song Mingli was only wearing a T-shirt on her upper body. Under Chen Mo's keen perception, Song Mingli's tender skin could be clearly felt by Chen Mo's palm. Chen Mo sighed.  While I was "feeling", I also followed up with: "So smooth, so tender, so soft, so fragrant"

    While the two were thinking about the matter, the door lock rang again. Chen Mo was curious, could it be a thief?  But this is a high-grade security door in our house. Can you open it in less than half an hour?  As a result, the door opened after two or three seconds. Just when Chen Mo was praising the thief's skill, when he saw the person coming, Chen Mo stood up and pointed at the person coming and said angrily: "Song Mingzhe, what the hell are you doing?"  The key to my door? And you broke in without saying hello? "

    Song Mingzhe's mouth twitched as he looked at the postures of Chen Mo and Song Mingmei. He didn't know what to say, but another voice came from behind Song Mingzhe: "Oh, no wonder my charming girl doesn't think about food or tea every day. It turns out that  Do you really have a friend from outside? The relationship has reached this level. It seems that I, the old man and the old lady, have to avoid it"

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