Zhao Chengcheng is a little incompetent, she is in a complicated mood now, and she also knows that he is actually looking for a sense of security.

She could only say something funny: "Wanli, your waist seems to be a little thinner." ”

The man turned his waist: "Yes, I'll eat well, I should come back with a little fatter." ”

"Sort of, indeed." Zhao Chengcheng had a personal feeling, but now was not the time to bring a crooked topic, she asked him to turn around and let herself look at her back: "I've actually been a little curious." ”

The man who turned around sat with his back to her, turned his face sideways and asked, "Curious about what." ”

"Don't move, I'll see."

Wan Li thought she was going to do something, but it turned out to be pressing the acupuncture points, and asked him to climb down and press her: "Don't try to fool me." "The guy who didn't plan to let people go just then reminded that your intentions have been discovered by the nest.

Zhao Chengcheng, who was sitting on his waist, opened his back along the muscle texture: "Now teach you to press, learn to press me, I am sore now." ”

"Hmm." The man readily agreed.

Half an hour later, he came to serve people.

"How's the strength?" He is a man, he is not easy to control his strength, his daughter-in-law is very soft, he is afraid that he will pinch and knead it, and he will be the one who suffers in the end.

The man lying on the pillow said, "A little heavier, the middle position, well, here." ”

Stop at Lethe Immortal Mountain for half a day.

The two returned home refreshed, and after a short pause, Xuan Li turned back to Heaven and saw him leave, Zhao Chengcheng was a little suspicious that he was going to destroy the ancient books.

It's not that she spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, it's that she doesn't have any gentlemanly behavior here.

Zhao Chengcheng, who let him leave, went to see Mo Hongqian first, his situation was sometimes good and sometimes bad, he could remember everything when he was good, and when he was bad, he decided that Zhao Chengcheng was his wife.

It's a headache, there is no way to hang the pot, and now Zhao Chengcheng can't kill Jiang Yuan'er, a fan intestine, to vent his hatred: "How is he today." ”

The doctor who took care of Mo Hongqian shook his head: "He's starting to get confused again." It means that Mo Hongqian regards Zhao Chengcheng as his wife and Baozhu as his daughter.

Fortunately, when Mo Rumei gave birth to a daughter, he was sober, and now in order to take care of the newborn, the Mo family can't help but ignore some of Mo Hongqian's condition, which used to be taken care of by Qiye, and now it is transferred to Zhao Chengcheng.

Because after Qiye became famous, the patients in the hospital could be lined up from morning to night, and he was kind-hearted, except for sleeping for three hours a day and drinking water in the toilet, the rest of the time was spent seeing a doctor.

Someone came over by trekking through mountains and rivers, Zhao Chengcheng asked Qiye to find a few more fellow disciples to come down, but the hanging pot also had to use people, and there were not many people who could come out, and the disciples who came over were not familiar with it, and they were not on the road.

Pushing open the door, the sunlight suddenly broke in, making the man sitting by the curtain raise his hand to cover his eyes, and after his eyes adjusted, Mo Hongqian saw the person coming, and he stood up happily: "Daughter-in-law, you are finally here." ”

"I just got back." She avoided his outstretched hand without a trace, and instead helped Mo Hongqian to sit down: "Have you eaten your hair well?" ”

"Yes, how is my daughter?"

"It's still in the mountains, you can't come down yet, you and her can't meet yet, the child is weak." She had to lie to Mo Hongqian, and Baozhu knew that her uncle was sick, so she only came over to see it occasionally.

It was also when Mo Hongqian was sober that Mo Hongqian covered Zhao Chengcheng's hand, and he seemed to be very lonely and leaned on Zhao Chengcheng's shoulder, complaining weakly: "You don't come to see me." ”

"I have to take care of my family and my daughter, you are willing to make me tired." She asked him rhetorically, and the man shook his head on Zhao Chengcheng's shoulder, and sighed with satisfaction simply holding his hands.

The two sat quietly in the house, accompanied Mo Hongqian to bask in the sun for a while, and walked in the yard for a long time, and when they calmed the good people and left, Mo Hongqian suddenly recovered his real length, which surprised Zhao Chengcheng for a while.

She said happily: "Big brother, you are finally sober." ”

The man who recovered from Qingming smiled lightly, but comforted her and said: "My mind is not clear these days, I feel refreshed as soon as you come, Chengcheng, I want to see my father and aunt." ”

"I'll go with you."

"I don't know what happened to my niece, when she was born, she was like a little monkey, and she didn't have a treasure bead to hold." Mo Hongqian recalled that when Baozhu was a child, his expression was like that of an old father: "You too, your face is not good." ”

Mo Hongqian's sober time is uncertain, the length is uncertain, he often leaves books for himself, asking him not to go out of the small courtyard, to wait in the house for Zhao Chengcheng to come back.

Such notes were plastered all over the walls, pillars, and headboards, and all the furnishings.

She couldn't bear to be trapped in a few feet square by himself, and he couldn't kill Jiang Yuan, and having a home made Zhao Chengcheng feel more and more guilty: "Big brother, be careful, you've lost weight these days." When she helped the man into the car, she noticed that he seemed to have lost weight.

Clothes are a little surplus.

It's so empty that it makes people's eyes astringent.

The carriage creaked and drove to the door of Mo's house, Mo Hongqian came back, except for Mo Rumei, everyone came out to greet him, and the head of the dart looked at his son worriedly for a long time: "Come on, your niece is open, a bit like you." "Everyone avoided talking about Mo Hongqian's illness.

Every time we meet, we don't talk about it, so that he can be happy.

The uncle took his daughter out, and the old man was careful as if he were holding a fragile object.

I was so nervous that my forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

But Mo Hongqian is familiar with it: "It's really lighter than the orb." ”

"Probably didn't eat well, Cheng Cheng, do you say it?" He held the child and handed it over to Zhao Chengcheng, who touched the white little girl: "I think it's about the same." ”

"The orb doesn't have milk yet."

"We asked the chef to make a lot of supplements, and your aunt ate it a few times and didn't want to eat it, but she was willing to make it when Cheng Cheng took the time to do it, and she was either picky or couldn't eat it." The head of the dart is heartbroken for his sister, he is old and has just given birth to his first child, although the mother and daughter are safe, but they are also a little unable to keep up, and the recovery is slow.

Zhao Chengcheng said that the family does not speak two words, they take care of each other, they were alone in the town alone, the Mo family helped a lot, Mo Hongqian failed to see his aunt, and wanted to see the jewel after staying at home for a while.

Zhao Chengcheng, who was not good at going against his wishes, asked the car to go to the school first, the child was still in class, and they didn't interrupt Shuqin, they stood outside the school and watched: "Chengcheng, Baozhu looks so good." ”

"Naughty."

"Who's not naughty?"

is also said, Zhao Chengcheng feels that her daughter is already very good, not a bear child, otherwise she probably wants to stuff her back into her stomach and regenerate her, the joke was heard by Wan Li once, his face was not good, Zhao Chengcheng realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he only said it in his heart in the future, so as not to misunderstand his own man.