Wu Dahu, as if he didn't understand song QingHan's words, followed him silently, just like a little tail. No matter song QingHan went to fetch water or took a towel, he didn't speak and just looked at him.
Song QingHan wrung the towel dry, gently put it on Wu Dahu's face and wiped it. Seeing that he was like a small stone, his eyes were closed and he showed some wronged appearance. He couldn't help laughing.
This feeling is quite novel. It seems that you can try to make Wu Dahu drunk several times at home to see what reaction he will have.
After helping Wu Dahu wash his face and feet, song QingHan saw him staring at himself with a pair of bright eyes. He patted him on the back like a child, and said in a soft voice, "come, lie down and go to bed, go to bed early, get up early, and be in good health..."
before he finished a word, he suddenly whirled in front of him, and his throat subconsciously sent out a light voice, staring at Wuda Tiger's face, don't understand what happened.
A warm lip, the next thing does not need song QingHan to understand, it naturally happened.
Maybe it's because Wu Dahu's movements are so gentle that song QingHan forgets that he is now a three month pregnant man.
Fortunately, there was no abnormal phenomenon in his body after the event, which relieved him a lot.
However, Wu Dahu didn't seem to be satisfied. He hugged him tightly and called his name in his mouth, as if to carve the words "song QingHan" into his own bones.
Song QingHan's face was red, and he could not help but relax his body, so he enjoyed it again.
The temperature in the tent gradually increased, song QingHan did not dare to make a sound, and he bit his lower lip, allowing his consciousness to be shaken to pieces.
At the end of the event, song QingHan sensitively realized that his body could not bear it any more. He directly covered Wu Dahu's eyes and said, "sleep! No more! "
Wu Dahu unconsciously rubbed song QingHan's palm with his head, like a coquettish cat. He made a "um" sound from his throat. He took song QingHan into his arms and fell asleep.
After his breathing became stable, song QingHan gently bit the tip of his tongue to regain his consciousness. He sat up from the bed, put on his clothes, looked around, and saw that there was nothing that should have fallen. He loosened his shoulders and walked out of the tent quickly.
Maybe Wu Dahu will have a slight impression tomorrow, but as long as he doesn't find himself, he can continue to be lucky.
What's more, based on his understanding of drunk people, his memory after the hangover is basically zero. I'm afraid Wu Dahu may not even know how to return to his tent tomorrow morning.
After a night of silence, Wu Dahu's eyelids moved when the sun poured into the tent the next day. When he saw the top of the tent, he felt that countless messages were pouring into his mind, as if to burst his head.
Song QingHan's face, Jiayi's face, the general's face, all kinds of people's faces...
he rubbed his temples, and when he smelled the strong smell of wine on his body, he slightly pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a bitter smile.
Last night, he didn't know how many cups he had drunk. He only remembered that there were so many people coming to toast one after another. He drank one cup after another, and finally he didn't know how to leave the banquet. When he woke up again, it was now.
It seems that Wu Dahu is still too elated and forgetful...
when Wu Dahu opened the quilt and saw his physical condition clearly, his mind was tight, and some vague memories suddenly flashed from his mind.
If he remember correctly, he was with song QingHan last night?
He stood up abruptly, put on only one coat, and looked around the tent with sharp eyes, as if to find the trace of the existence of song QingHan from the subtle.
As his eyes swept through the goggles, he was unconscious, strode over and watched for a long time.
There's no doubt that this place has been moved, and he certainly didn't do it himself.
After all, even if he is drunk, he will not come back to play with his goggles.
What flashed through his mind, he suddenly stood up, went to the corner where the ointment had landed last time, and looked at it carefully.
When seeing the fold on the corner, Wu Dahu's heart is clear.
It seems that last night was not an illusion, but someone really entered his tent. As for whether those vague memories are true or false, it remains to be discussed for the time being.
After he had put on his clothes, he was just about to call the bodyguard in, when he heard the news that Jiayi was coming.
Thinking of his own trouble yesterday, Wu Dahu's eyes congealed and asked the bodyguard to come in with Jiayi. After seeing Jiayi's careful salute, he cleverly went to the position where the nightpot was placed. He didn't know what to think. He said directly, "go and check whether there is song QingHan in the military camp. He is a female man."
After all, it would take a long time to check out the name of a man in the military camp.When the bodyguard was ordered to leave, Wu Dahu sensitively noticed that jiajiayi's hand trembled, as if he had done something wrong to be found.
Thinking of his previous guess, Wu Dahu suddenly said, "Jiayi, do you know song QingHan?"
Jiayi didn't expect that Wu Dahu would call him on his own initiative. As soon as his legs softened, he knelt down and lowered his head: "no, I don't know..."
Wu Dahu's eyes gradually narrowed, and his eyes toward Jiayi showed a strong sense of inspection.
If you don't know him, he will answer "no" accurately, not ambiguous "unclear". So... What is he hiding? Or, what is he trying to hide?
Thinking of this, Wu Dahu slowly walked in front of jiajiayi, looked down at him, threw the three pieces of paper on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "how do you explain this? Didn't you say you wrote that
When Jiayi saw the words on the last two pieces of rice paper, her nervous mood suddenly became relaxed. Her brain quickly turned around and said in a low voice, "Lord Wu, this... Is indeed Jiayi's work, but... It is also entrusted by others."
He deliberately did not say "write" but only said "do" in order to leave some room for the future. In this way, even if the east window incident happened, he could also put the matter on Wu Dahu.
Although it's not very kind to do so, he just wants to make himself in a better position.
After hearing Jiayi's words, Wu Dahu stopped, frowned tightly, and said in a cold voice: "who entrusted you? Did you throw the ointment? "
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