After listening to Xiao Yan's words, song QingHan's face turned to pig liver color, but he still held on and did not open his mouth.
Wu Dahu has the ability to satirize him again. Let's see how he counterattacks!
However, what he didn't expect was that Wu Dahu said thoughtfully: "what you said is reasonable. I may have colluded with utan, so you should take good care of me, and you'd better not go away for a moment."
As soon as he said that, Xiao Yan's face became strange again. He stretched out his hand to scratch his head, clamped his horse's belly, and completely opened the distance between Wu Dahu and song QingHan.
Alas, it's not human to persuade people to fight. He should watch it quietly...
Song QingHan's face was also a little strange, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll watch you when you take a bath?"
Wu Dahu looked at him in surprise and said slowly, "don't you say you are my husband? Isn't it normal to serve while you're bathing? "
Hearing the word "serve", song QingHan suddenly felt like a firecracker: "I don't serve you. You serve me pretty well. Don't think you can do whatever you want if you lose your memory. If you are like those men...
" OK, I can serve you to take a bath. "
Wu Dahu didn't wait for song QingHan to finish speaking, so he said a word that made him speechless.
Seeing that he said so naturally, song QingHan always felt that he had been caught in his scheme. His eyes narrowed and he looked at him suspiciously. Seeing that he could not see any clue from his face, he complained in a low voice: "if you are not really amnesia now, I must teach you a good lesson. When will it be so provocative...
I can't stand it!
Song QingHan sighed, found a comfortable place in Wu Dahu's arms, closed his eyes and rested.
After such a busy day, he was afraid and ran around. His pregnant body couldn't stand it for a long time, but he was afraid to drag down Wu Dahu and Xiao Yan, so he didn't say anything. Now, as soon as he came back to Wu Dahu's warm arms, his body relaxed subconsciously and fell asleep in a short time.
After he fell asleep, Wu Dahu slightly bowed his head and brushed his smooth face with waves surging in his eyes.
Facts have proved that Xiao Yan is indeed a very good subordinate. Without Wu Dahu's command, he found the best route to go back to Qingmu, perfectly avoiding Merck's pursuit.
They rode all night, and by daybreak their shoulders were wet with dew.
Song QingHan sleeps soundly. When he opens his eyes again, he finds that he has fallen on the ground. In front of him is the boiled mushroom soup.
The strong smell of fresh mushroom kept coming into his nose, which aroused the greedy insects in his stomach.
He sat up and waited for a bowl full of mushrooms.
Wu Dahu added firewood without any expression and said slowly: "eat more. My stomach has been calling all the way."
Song QingHan, who was preparing to drink the soup, flashed a touch of embarrassment on his face. He felt his stomach subconsciously. After his reaction, he raised his eyebrow and said, "it's not because I have a small one in my stomach. Naturally, I'm hungry. You, the culprit, are still thinking of talking..."
his eyes are tightly fixed on Wu Dahu's meat kebab and mouth The voice of the voice automatically silences, and the brain also can't move.
Wu Dahu raised his eyes and glanced at him, patiently explained: "I don't know when you wake up, so there's no baking. It's not delicious to put cold and reheat."
Seeing that Xiao Yan also glanced at this side from time to time, song QingHan knew that they had speeded up the speed of drinking mushroom soup because they had not eaten meat yet.
After Wu Dahu was roasted, he chose the most tender part and handed it to song QingHan. The rest was shared with Xiao Yan.
Song QingHan is preparing to eat. Yu Guang catches a glimpse of Wu Dahu's mind wandering with the meat kebab, and doubts: "what are you doing? Where is it hard? "
Wu Dahu was called back by his voice. Subconsciously, he shook his head, nodded his chin in the direction of the small stone, and said in a deep voice, "can he eat meat?"
Song QingHan looked along his line of sight, and saw that little stone was pitifully staring at the meat kebab on Xiao Yan's hand, and there were suspicious saliva marks on the corners of his mouth, so he couldn't help laughing.
Xiao Yan can't hold on to the meat kebab. He seems to feel that he is torturing him by stuffing it into his stomach with the eyes of a small stone.
But if he didn't eat, the smell of the kebab was too tempting. He was afraid that he would drool like a small stone.
Seeing this, song QingHan went to hold the small stone and said with a smile to Xiao Yan: "thank you for taking care of the little stone all the way. Eat it quickly."
Xiao Yan's expression of relief appeared on his face, but when he saw little stone's sad eyes, the smile in his eyes was stiff, and he quietly turned around and ate the meat kebab in his hand.
Song QingHan saw the small stone quietly nestled in his arms, raised his head and said to Wu Dahu: "did you feed him mushroom soup?"
Seeing Wu Dahu nodding, song QingHan reached out and touched the stomach of the stone. Seeing that there was water in it, he shook his head with a wry smile. He reached out to tear the meat from the kebab and tear it into small fibers and soak it in the soup.Seeing that there was something to eat again, Xiaoshi straightened up happily, patted the minibus in the palm and said, "female father! Good! Dad! Bad people
Wu Dahu Leng Leng Leng, a quiet look at the small stone, did not speak.
Song QingHan saw Wu Dahu eat shriveled, and felt that he had earned all the grievances he had suffered before going to bed. He touched the small face touching a small stone with the back of his hand, and slowly fed him the mushroom soup soaked with shredded meat.
Perhaps because song QingHan was afraid that the meat kebab would be cold after feeding the small stone, Wu Dahu lifted the small stone in his hand, grabbed the soup bowl from Song QingHan's hand, and said in a deep voice, "I'll feed you, you can eat yours."
Seeing that he was not familiar with the position when he started to hold the small stone, song QingHan was preparing to open his mouth for guidance. He immediately adjusted the position of the small stone so that both of them could maintain a more comfortable posture.
Song QingHan's eyes flashed a touch of relief, lowered his head and slowly ate the meat kebab. Looking at the warm picture of Wu Dahu and xiaoshitou's father and son, a warm current flowed through his heart.
After they had breakfast, it was almost time for them to go on the road again.
Xiao Yan frowned and said to Wu Dahu, "Lord Wu, we are going to enter Qingmu. How should we explain when we return to the barracks?"
From his questions, song QingHan knew that Xiao Yan was a flexible person. After all, if he was pedantic, he would not ask such questions at all. Instead, he would say what happened and didn't think about which was better for him.
Wu Dahu is still that pair of cloud light breeze light appearance, looking at the direction of green wood, the face is expressionless way: "how to explain, how to explain, do you think they can't inquire about our information?"
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