Yu Juntong

There was a light drizzle in the valley as usual, the roses in Shidaddy had finished blooming a few days ago, and now there were only bones and flower stalks left, and the red mud that fell on the ground added fat to Xiaotian.The cabbages are getting better and better, they are juicy and juicy, unlike those in the room, who are so old that they are disgusting.

"Master, what do you want to eat in the morning?" Indus came out from the house, hugged Wuyou from behind, and rested his chin on the top of Wuyou's head, "I haven't eaten the hare from the mountain yesterday, how about making casserole for lunch?"

Worry-free and excited answer: "Okay!"

"Hey, it's my master who beat the rabbit. You kid want to claim credit?" Wuyou sneered and looked back at him. He was dressed in plain white and his hair was casually tied. The crane feather fan that never left his hand was gone.

"Where's your fan?"

He Qianyu squinted his eyes angrily, pointed at Wutong with his chin, "Ask him!"

Wuyou was puzzled, looked up and saw the smile on Wutong's face, "Didn't he make a fuss about making a fire to cook a few days ago, but in the end he burned the bamboo fan that fanned the wind, and I used his fan to fan the wind. "

"Haha, really, use the most famous weapon to fan the wind, Wutong really has you."

"Master, do you want to try it? It's not bad."

"Okay, okay!"

"Hey, you guys, I'm so pissed off, I'm going back to Mingsha, I'm so pissed off." He Qianyu has a very bad temper recently, Wuyou is used to it, maybe because he left Mingshatang, he doesn't need to Worry no more.

Before turning around, Feng Rong came out of the room with a serious face, and threw the ball in his hand to He Qianyu, "Take him away."

The villain in the ball moved, giggled at He Qianyu, and smiled Wuyou, this little guy just likes to cling to Feng Rong, no wonder Feng Rong's face is dark all day long.

"You'er, come here and beat my husband's waist." As soon as Feng Rong raised his hand, Wuyou knew what his intention was, and simply hid behind Wutong.

"Feng Rong, don't play tricks, one person, one night as agreed, don't try to make a fuss!"

"So what, You'er is married to me as a matchmaker. Do you think you can get married with two clay figurines?" His eyes fell on Wutong as soon as he turned his eyes. Wuyou smiled dryly, forgetting, how did he tell this.Don't hurry up, calm down, and then slip away.

"Master, where do you want to go?"

"Hehe, little Zhu'er's family killed a wild boar. I'll go get some pork." Wuyou ran a few steps quickly, and a person stood in front of him, blocking his way. He looked up and saw Feng Rong's smiling eyes, "Let me go!" !"

"Okay, how about having a small kitchen with your husband?"

"Feng Rong!"

"Feng Rong!"

There were two inconceivable roars behind him, and then Wuyou was innocently pulled aside, holding the little doll that Tsuru Qianyu forcefully stuffed in his arms.

The three of them started fighting again and again, which was boring, anyway, Feng Rong was not their opponent, it would be hard to say if Mi, who had gone down the mountain today, came back, but Wu Tong's elder brother helped Feng Rong everywhere, it was unbelievable.

The little baby stared and giggled, and Wuyou teased him, "Oh, good baby, daddy will take you to breastfeed. The kid from Zhu'er's family will definitely not be able to grab you, so you will marry him in the future, Yeye Chenghuan , Oh, you are still too young, I will tell you later. Go eat grandma first! Oh, I can’t eat today, what do you think my father should eat?”

Alas, it's not easy, Wuyou carried the child slowly down the mountain, let them fight, this one will be eaten at Little Zhu'er's house today.

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It's so sweet, the stepmother's heart is overflowing.