Fast Transmute Female Supporting Role: Male Lead Strategy Manual

But now that he saw Qiu'er, he felt that the person he loved deeply was still this gentle Qiu'er.

"Mother." Xi'er frowned and walked in from the outside.

Seeing Zuo Wenwen who was already sitting up on the bed, he froze at first, the corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and said, "Father is awake."

"Be good, Xi'er, come here and let my father take a look." Zuo Wenwen immediately waved to Xi'er.

Xi'er walked over with a faint smile, and squatted beside Zuo Wenwen and Bei Qiu, "Father is better to lie down, the serious injury has not healed yet, now sitting up and catching the cold again, mother will be sad again."

"Xi'er cares so much about his father, and he is very happy to be a father. He has recovered from all illnesses." Zuo Wenwen tightly held Xi'er's hand, staring at this face that was eight times like his own, full of emotion.

"Xi'er naturally cares about his father." After finishing speaking, he pulled out his hand mercilessly, and walked to the desk beside him: "Xi'er still has homework, father is recovering from his injuries, mother's injury last time was just like father's, mother Kiss had to lie on the bed for two full months before she could get out of bed."

Zuo Wenwen's hands froze, and he looked at Bei Qiu apologetically, "Qiu'er, I'm sorry for you."

Bei Qiu cast a reproachful glance at Xi'er, then shook his head at Zuo Wenwen: "Qiu'er is fine."

In the days that followed, Bei Qiu gave Zuo Wenwen an illusion all the time, making Zuo Wenwen feel that Ji Beiqiu was from Zuo Wenwen from the inside out. Every affectionate style makes Zuo Wenwen feel the dignity of a man.

But she was not idle either, she found someone to spread the news secretly to attract the heroine.

Sure enough, it is the male lead, with a strong body, and 90% of his injuries have healed within a month of kung fu. He used to touch Bei Qiu for a long time, and Bei Qiu hid whenever he could, all kinds of excuses for Zuo Wenwen's good health. Hook him away little by little.

On a certain day, in the afternoon.

Zuo Wenwen looked at Bei Qiu who was busy. After a month or two here, Xi'er always barged in when he wanted to make out, making him unable to get up and down. Now he saw Bei Qiu's beautiful figure dangling in front of him. Shaking away, her throat felt dry, she wished she could press this wonderful man on the bed and enjoy the boudoir pleasure.

Thinking about it, he hugged Bei Qiu from behind, buried his head on Bei Qiu's shoulder, asked Bei Qiu how he smelled, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lady, my husband misses you. "

Bei Qiu was hugged violently, she never thought that such a conservative ancient would be promiscuous in daylight.

"Husband, it's not dark yet." Bei Qiu thought it was time to completely keep Zuo Wenwen completely before the heroine came, so she shyly huddled in Zuo Wenwen's arms, so delicately she didn't dare look up.

With this movement, Blazing and Bei Qiu's delicate body rubbed against each other, Zuo Wenwen almost lost his reason, and he threw Bei Qiu down on the table, "It's getting dark, how can Xi'er do things like husband and wife in the room, The lady has not enjoyed the joy of fish and water for many years, today is my husband, let the lady experience the joy of the boudoir."

The delicate Bei Qiu made his heart flutter, and then all the etiquette, righteousness and shame were left behind, and he wanted to serve this little man well, so he wrapped his big mouth around Bei Qiu's red lips fiercely, and sucked hard.

Bei Qiu was so kissed that she couldn't breathe, and was almost fainting.

"My lady..." Zuo Wenwen quietly took off Bei Qiu's clothes.

Bei Qiu's tense body gradually relaxed.

Suddenly footsteps came from the yard.

"Mother." Xi'er came back earlier than usual, "Mr. is here to visit."

At this time, Zuo Wenwen was eager to release himself on Bei Qiu, but unexpectedly, Zuo Wenwen spit secretly and stood up quickly.

Bei Qiu was also attacked by cold water in an instant, all the feelings vanished immediately, she hurriedly put on her clothes, the two of them looked at each other in a hurry, and suddenly laughed, although this kind of life is uncomfortable, it has a strange taste.

After the two of them got dressed, Bei Qiu went to the lobby, and saw a gentleman sitting on a chair, while Xi'er served tea respectfully at the side.

As soon as the man saw Bei Qiu, his face turned red, he quickly stood up and clasped his fists together: "Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng has met Mrs. Ji."

Bei Qiu was taken aback, and hurriedly replied, "Mr. is well."

After the husband sat down, he drifted towards Bei Qiu from the corner of his eye. He was clearly in his twenties, but he looked like a boy who had just begun to fall in love at the age of sixteen or seventeen. "I came to visit you suddenly today. Madam, do you think Xiaosheng is abrupt?"

Monk Bei Qiu Erzhang couldn't figure it out, so he could only smile dryly and said, "What are you talking about, sir, but Xi'er displeased him in class? Or did he have a dispute with others and caused trouble?"

In the southern city, Bei Qiu's one smile and two smiles make the princes and nobles come here admiringly. When the husband saw Bei Qiu's smile, his eyes were fixed on Bei Qiu's body. The passionate love could almost burn others.

"Sir?" Bei Qiu called out.

The gentleman's face turned even redder, and he quickly looked away, "No, no. Xi'er performed very well in class. After the spring, she will definitely be among the best in the imperial examinations. It is indeed a privilege to have her own opinions at a young age. Not easy."

Hearing what her husband said, Bei Qiu looked at Xi'er happily, she really deserved to be her son.

Feeling her mother's gaze, Xi'er also held her head high, feeling overjoyed.

"I still want to thank my husband for his support and cultivation in the past." Bei Qiu lifted the tea on the table and entrusted it to her husband, "I hope that my husband can take care of Xi'er more in the future."

The husband quickly took the tea, blushing: "Well, that's natural."

"Pfft." Bei Qiu laughed, "Sir, you don't need to be so restrained, when you come to Xi'er's house, it will be the same as your own."

"Can Xiaosheng come here more often in the future?" The gentleman asked after taking a sip of his tea.

Bei Qiu was taken aback, "Huh?"

The husband immediately shook his head, blushing: "Little, Xiaosheng has no other intentions. Xi'er is a fast learner, and Xiaosheng also wants to give Xi'er what he has learned all his life as soon as possible."

Zuo Wenwen's voice came from the inner room, "Since Mr. Xi'er has taken a fancy to Xi'er's knowledge, parents must not block Xi'er's way. The lady agrees with Mr. Xi'er."

Zuo Wenwen pushed the door out, staring at the gentleman with fiery eyes.