The little husband of the sick prince's family

"...Don't you just sew a piece of clothing for the male lead? There's nothing to be ashamed of." 001 added this sentence resolutely, then flapped his little wings and took off from the floor, circling around Zou Yun He kept circling, complaining with emotion: "Hey, oh, the host is bullying the system, I must be the most aggrieved artificial intelligence in history."

Zou Yun glanced at it lightly, flicked 001 a few more times, his eyes were full of disgust: "You didn't do this?"

If possible, Zou Yun expressed that he wanted to hit 001 hard with the piece of cloth in his hand.

"Pot shaker" 001 said: "Hey, I'm not, I don't, the tasks are all random, I have no way to decide."

Zou Yun took this "hot potato" out of his cloth bag and hid it under a large stack of folded clothes.

Out of sight, out of mind!

The door of the bedroom was pushed open with a "squeak". As soon as Qi Lin came in, he saw the little husband with a guilty conscience, and when he saw him, he closed the cabinet with a "bang" and raised his eyebrows. The little husband is hiding something. Own?

Zou Yun saw that Qi Lin's gaze had been circling on the cabinet, and moved a small step without leaving any traces, trying to cover Qi Lin's direct gaze.

Qi Lin sighed in his heart, the little husband is so shrewd in business, how could he become stupid when he met him, with a bright expression on his face: Don't look, I have something hidden in the cabinet.

Zou Yun watched Qi Lin striding towards him, his head was blank, and he said in his heart that he was exposed, exposed, his fame in the first life was gone, until his palms were heavy, and he slowly lowered his eyes, he realized that Qi Lin had put a heavy The purse was handed to him.

"This is the money I've earned in the past few days. Although it's not as much as you sell ice noodles and hot and sour noodles, it's no problem to support you."

So you don't have to worry, even if you are relegated to this remote mountain village, as long as the information network in his hands is continuous, you can be guaranteed a life of food and clothing.

The prince, who had just blossomed the cycad tree, thought for a long time in the kitchen just now, and finally came to the conclusion that the little husband's business was not good today, so he was depressed after returning home.

In fact, the money he earned from copying was less than half of the purse, and in order to make the little husband happy, he added a big bag full of it.

As he expected, he got a big smile from the little husband.

……

At noon the next day.

With a dog's tail in his mouth, Zou Yun sat on the steps boredly, worrying about his new task. One day passed, and he made no progress at all.

"Shua, Shua, Shua... Shua, Shua..."

Ning Ge'er, who was only a few steps away from him, was grinding his head hard to grind sweet potatoes, his black hair hanging down to his shoulders with his movements.

"Brother Ning, do you know how to be a girl?" Zou Yun asked suddenly.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that he could no longer sit still. The system would not be updated if the task was not completed in one day, and one life point would be deducted every day. !

Excluding Aunt Song who yells that the whole world knows about things, Brother Ning who is not familiar with Qi Lin in front of her is the best helper.

Hearing Zou Yun's words, Brother Ning slowed down, glanced behind him, nodded embarrassedly, and said shyly, "I will."

In fact, ever since he became sensible, his grandma taught him embroidery. One is to subsidize the family. One more person can embroider a few more purses in one night. To sew a wedding dress for oneself, naboo shoes... learn it early, so that no one will teach you in the future, and you will be at a loss.

"Brother Ning is being modest. The purse he embroidered for me was even praised by the shopkeeper in the town." Big Tongue Aunt Song really interjected.

Zou Yun's eyes shone with tiny light, he turned his head and asked Aunt Song in surprise, "Really?"

"Of course, in my opinion, few people in this village can match Ning Ge'er's craftsmanship." Aunt Song said with a smile, praising Ning Ge'er again and again, blowing him up to the sky.

Just like in the past, after the sweet potatoes were peeled, the people in the yard left one after another, while Ning Geer stayed by the pool to help clean the wiper, finishing the work.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zou Yun quickly moved over, lowered his voice and whispered in Ning Ge'er's ear: "Ning Ge'er, I will bring the fabric to you tomorrow."

The smile on Ning Ge'er's mouth faded, and there was a bright fear in his eyes. If Yun Ge'er came to him, wouldn't the matter be exposed.

The tip of his tongue was astringent, and the thousands of words were finally converted into a dry sentence: "Brother Yun, can you change the place? Is it not good to be here?"

Brother Ning recalled the endless beatings and scolding at Aunt Wu's house, and kowtowed in pain. If she knew that he made money secretly, but didn't hand it in... his body felt chilly, and even the temperature of his fingertips quickly fade away.

"Alright." Zou Yun stroked his chin and counted the days. Tomorrow is the time for Lin Ge to go to the town to submit the manuscript. Without an afternoon, Lin Ge will not come back.

Night falls.

The sound of shallow breathing gradually sounded, Zou Yun slightly opened his eyes, leaned sideways, and looked at someone beside him with his chest rising and falling steadily under the soft moonlight.

"Brother Lin, are you asleep?"

"Brother Lin..."

Zou Yun yelled softly, just like the childish meowing of a milk cat, while someone still closed his eyes tightly and didn't make any movement.

Appears to be asleep.

A cunning flashed in Zou Yun's eyes, and he took out a ball of quasi-string from his bosom, and planned to measure the size by moonlight.

Fortunately, Brother Ning reminded him, otherwise tomorrow the two of them would stare at each other and work for nothing.

Qi Lin's sleeping posture is very good. At this moment, he is lying flat on the bed, which greatly reduces the difficulty of measuring the size.

Zou Yun moved lightly, half straddled Qi Lin's body and drew strokes, not forgetting to tell: "001, don't lose the chain at the critical moment, record the data well."

"Height: 188, hand length: 19.5, leg length..." Zou Yun couldn't help but be speechless, it's no wonder that he is the male lead, the golden ratio is right!

Relying on the fact that outsiders can't see it, 001 lay on Qi Lin's hands and stored all the data in the memory.

After a moment of rustling, the room fell silent again.

Qi Lin, who should have fallen into a deep sleep, slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were full of tenderness, he seemed to know what the little husband was hiding in the cabinet, and what he was worrying about today.

Qi Lin stretched out his hand, and with affection, he kept rubbing between the brows of the little husband, and all the sex that was deliberately suppressed on weekdays burst out in this quiet night.

His little husband is stupid, he must not know what it means to sew a dress for a man in this village.