Warm tea and wine

-Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I have become an appetizer for Oasis! Ah, that bastard still caught me there!

Wen Subai's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and the bright red color became more and more attractive in Gan Quan's eyes, Gan Quan gasped slightly, and couldn't help speeding up his hands: "Porridge, are you comfortable?"

"Um...ah..."

Is this the default?

In fact... it's the little fox who can't stand it anymore...

Wen Subai only felt that his eyes were turning white, and a flash of white light flashed by, and he collapsed weakly, letting go

Gan Quan does whatever he wants.

Gan Quan casually threw away his crumbling clothes, took out the medicine that had just been applied to Congee Congee's hands, and smeared it all over his fingers.

"Does it smell good?" Gan Quan put his fingers in front of Congee Congee, "After a while, you will eat them all—whether it is medicine or not.

Ointment or fingers. "

"Your sister -- ah --" Before Wen Subai could finish cursing, he was blocked by a finger inserted in and couldn't speak, and the end of the sound was changed.

Wen Subai clearly felt that finger slowly grinding in and out of that shameful place, and then it gradually became hot and itchy, gradually wanting more.

"Hmm—" Wen Subai's eyes seeped water, and his snow-white thighs wrapped around Gan Quan's waist: "It hurts——"

Gan Quan lovingly kissed Congee Congee's lips, then inserted the second and third fingers in, stirring slowly.

"Hmm... it's itchy... I want to..."

Gan Quan smiled, pulled out his finger, and brushed the tip of his nose: "It really smells delicious."

"You rascal—"

"I'm only rascal to you—" Then Gan Quan stepped forward and stood up, successfully shutting Wen Subai up.

Wen Subai stared at him, but his eyes were bewildered and confusing, and even if he opened his mouth, it was a delicate, tender, crispy voice.

"Take it easy... um... Oasis... don't... don't go there..."

Gan Quan licked his earlobe, and bumped into it more violently: "Where don't you want it, is it here?"

Wen Subai put his arms around Gan Quan's neck: "Slow down...it's strange...Quan..."

Gan Quan slowed down a bit: "Is this so?" But his hand was cruising around Wen Subai's waist to light the fire.

"Um...call me...Bai...my real name...ah...it's Qingqiu Bai..." Wen Subai panted desperately and told Gan Quan his name, which was like telling him that we can be together .

"Bai..." Gan Quan raised the corners of his lips when he heard that, "I'm very happy."

"I also……"

at this time--

"I think, I'm not happy! Gan Quan, roll off of Congee, and Congee, change your clothes and get dressed! Look at what the two of you have made of the kitchen!"

Wen Subai, who was still shy just now, and Gan Quan, who was surprised, turned their heads to look at the speaker.

This person is none other than Queen Wenxi.

The author has something to say: I want to say... I slipped my hands in the second half of the chapter... no... I turned into a beast!Let me leave a message... My eyes hurt from writing until 12 o'clock in the past two days...

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43. The Four Magical Artifacts...

What do you think the four magic tools are?

Is it the four treasures held by the magic power of the four heavenly kings in Journey to the West?

Or is it the magic pestle in the hands of the four great Vajras in Buddhism?

At least in the eyes of the bitter porridge and Ganquan, the four-piece suit was not as scary as the thing in front of them.Is the jade pipa a magical horse?The thing in front of you is the big killer!

Ganquan porridge was helpless when his good deed was interrupted, but Wenxi beauty, who was his two masters, lost his temper, so he could only obediently listen to the training——

"Ganquan, how can you do this! You are messing around with porridge in the kitchen!" Well, Ganquan, you are miserable, because Queen Wenxi's child control mode is activated...

Gan Quan bowed his head, but the hickey on his neck deeply stimulated Wen Xi, Wen Xi gave Congee a hard look, and Congee couldn't help crying. .

"Porridge porridge and you too! Why let him mess around!" Does the master mean to ask me to resist?

"Is the room okay? It must be in the kitchen! The kitchen must be made like a scene of World War II!"

Congee porridge weakly defended: "Master, I was actually cooking for you in the kitchen."

"Then cooking turned into sex?" Queen Wen replied, immediately blocking the porridge to death.In fact, even though Wen Xi was not forgiving, he was wondering what Gan Quan would do to his little fox first, then what, and finally how he raped the porridge when he was cooking porridge?

Son, you worry too much... You don't even look at whether porridge is a cooking material... The main premise is not true. You are thinking about the process and the result...

Wenxi, who is in the state of child control, decides to take good care of Ganquan who bullies her own child, and punishes porridge by the way.

Wen Xi looked around slowly, and finally let out a sneer: "I just went to school for two weeks of military training, and this house is like a pig's nest, especially the kitchen is almost becoming a field—"

Congee congee bowed his head in shame, Gan Quan's face remained unchanged.

"I won't punish you for anything else. You just clean my house. You are not allowed to use spells, but use your hands and feet. Do you understand?"

Gu Jiuran, who had been pretending to be airless following Wenxi, silently cast envious and helpless eyes at Congee Congee and Ganquan, and finally could only speak: "Axi, then what are we doing here?"

"Overseer!" Wen Meiren gritted her teeth.

Gu Jiuran: "...This is not good, what if you touch so many antiques?"

Wen Xi: "... For safety's sake, let's clean up together."

Gu Jiuran: "..."

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Mirrors, mops, rags, and toilet brushes are collectively known as the four major artifacts, and now Wenxi's family is the same.

Don't ask me why there is a mirror in the cleaning...

Congee Congee was wrapped in gauze and took a rag, like a little daughter-in-law, and slowly wiped the round table on the ground.

Do you think this is miserable?Then look at the poor and noble son Gu Jiuran mopping the floor in the kitchen...

Still feel bad enough?

Well...it's poor Oasis who cleans the toilet in the toilet...

So, what is Wenxi beauty doing?

Wen Xi sat on the beauty's couch and played with the small mirror, turning left and right, having a great time.

turn to the left -

"Congee Congee, I am asking you to polish antiques, not to look at antiques, why don't you hurry up?"

Porridge porridge immediately speed up to wipe, I wipe, I wipe, I wipe!

turn to the right -

"Aran, mopping the floor like this is tiring and inefficient."

Gu Jiuran returned Wen Xi with a sweet smile: "I will improve."

Porridge resentment: Nima, this treatment is the polarization of Hongguoguo!

As for the oasis that washes the toilet - just ignore him...

Hmm - does the above plot look like the plot in "Cinderella" where the stepmother and two sisters abused Cinderella?Only the gender has to be changed.

"Meow--" Wen Xi's cell phone rang.

"Hi, I'm Wenxi."

"Chacha, I'm Yang Du."

Gu Jiuran silently clenched his fist.

"You have two weeks of military training, I'm really afraid you won't be able to bear it. Well, as far as I know, this week—Ji Chuanche and Linghua are coming to N City, you have to do well

Prepared mind. "

Gu Jiuran silently grasped the mop stick in his hand: Fortunately, I told Axi first, otherwise this bastard who asked for credit would have taken my credit.asshole!Picking up people who are cheap and then shooting them...

Son, you are so arrogant...

"I'm fine. Please take care of the Ji Chuan family's affairs. I'll take good care of him when he comes. After all, I have a good friend named Ling Hua." Wen Xi smiled coldly up.

Ah, my son is black...

"Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, will you come to my house?" Yang Du wanted to get close to his own tea.

Gu Jiuran's face darkened.

"Well... Tomorrow, I'll spend the Mid-Autumn Festival at home by myself, so I won't go to your place." After all, there are three people in the family.

"Why..." Yang Du felt something was wrong. In previous years, Wen Xi had always come to his home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Why is this year an exception?

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable Yang Du said tentatively: "You spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone, aren't you lonely?"

Gu Jiuran's face darkened, and his voice was not loud, but he could ensure that Yang Du on the phone could hear: "I'll go out to buy mooncakes later, we'll eat together tomorrow, Axi, what fillings do you eat?"

Wen Xi glanced at Gu Jiuran angrily and amusedly, then lowered his head and said to Yang Du, "Someone is with me, don't worry."

Listening to Wen Xi's joyful voice, Yang Du's heart fell to the bottom of the sea: "Is it him? Gu Jiuran."

"……Um."

"Chacha, are you with him?" Yang Du squeezed the microphone tightly, with a hint of expectation, hoping——

"...you get it, yes, as you think."

Gu Jiuran heard Wen Xi's answer, walked over gently, and put his arm around Wen Xi's shoulder.

"I like you, Chacha."

"Ok, I know."

Yang Du leaned on the sofa weakly: "Chacha, can you think about it again? He is the young master of the Gu family. I don't think his family will agree with you."

Wen Xi sighed silently, leaning her head on Gu Jiuran's shoulder: "Similarly, Uncle Yang will not agree with your matter."

"But my sister and my mother—"

"sorry."

"You are not sorry to anyone, Chacha." Yang Du slowly stretched out his hand to flick a drop of water from the corner of his eye, and the palm that was holding the microphone was already wet: "You are still my cousin I love, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Chacha. Never treat someone who loves you Saying I'm sorry will only make him sadder."

"Adu...don't be like this." Wen Xi also felt uncomfortable, but she didn't know what to say, her words were very weak.

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