Sumu wood in the quadrangle welcomes spring

This was not the first time that Su Mu came to Chen Xueru's boudoir.

Still as neat and refined as ever.

Miraculously, the ambiguous inner feeling seems to have not dissipated after more than a day, and the atmosphere of a lonely man and a widow is still there.

Chen Xueru wants to make clothes for Su Mu.

So you need to measure the size.

Chen Xueru is a character who dares to love and hate. Since she likes Su Mu, she will not hide it.

After all, a woman's most beautiful time only lasts so long. She has wasted many years, so she should strive for her own happiness while her beauty is still there.

"Here, take off your coat. If the measurements are not accurate enough, the clothes will not fit..."

Well, that's a barely reasonable excuse.

Su Mu's strong muscles and outlined curves were very fascinating to Chen Xueru.

She had even imagined how happy it would be to be held by such arms and lean into such arms.

Sumu was very cooperative.

Faced with the beauty's initiative, it was difficult for Su Mu to refuse.

Moreover, he didn't want to either.

This woman is very charming and has a very refreshing temperament to Sumu.

It was different from the women he had interacted with before.

There is no rejection, and it does not mean that something will definitely happen.

Su Mu thinks so.

But Chen Xueru obviously doesn't think so.

The fingers holding the meter stick seemed to have accidentally crossed Su Mu's chest.

I could feel my chest muscles being pressed hard twice.

Su Mu lowered his head slightly.

Chen Xueru's cheeks were visibly red, her breathing was not steady enough, and her breathing became faster.

The charm in her eyes almost turned into water droplets and overflowed.

"Sister Xueru?"

Su Mu considered waking her up.

Because I feel like I can't stop the car.

Chen Xueru's gorgeous red rose is already in full bloom, the ripe kind.

Su Mu was worried that the gun might go off if he wasn't careful.

He was not going to give up the entire forest for a ripe fruit tree.

If it were a few decades later, Su Mu would just go with the flow.

But in this era, being cautious in words and deeds is not enough. How can we dare to make such mistakes?

"Su Mu...sister likes you and will love you till death..."

Chen Xueru's eyes were blurry, as if she was confiding her true feelings or mumbling to herself.

Love words don't need to be too explicit. For a young man who is trying to suppress himself, this state and remarks are more like ethanol being poured on a rocket launcher...

It's about to start: ignition and launch.

……

When I walked down from the second floor of the silk shop, it was almost closing time.

Su Mu walked out of the yard directly from the back door and walked around to the front to ride the scooter.

Didn't go through the store lobby.

It's probably a bit of a guilty conscience.

Pian'erye, who had been paying attention to the back door, was in vain.

It wasn't until the store closed that he suddenly realized that he didn't see Su Mu's cart when he walked out.

Then he frowned again.

Because he was not sure when exactly that boy left Boss Chen.

Pian'erye felt a little regretful.

As I get older, my interest in gossiping has not diminished at all, but I still feel a little depressed when I can’t catch the gossip in front of me.

I might as well go to the tavern for a drink and have some company with Mr. Niu.

Sumu rode home.

I met Chen Dakui at the entrance of the alley.

Chen Dakui was carrying a gray bag, the kind unique to grain stations that holds noodles.

"Dakui, put it in the car, I'll carry you."

"There are only two steps left, why did you just come back?"

"Come up, you said there's no more than two steps to go."

After working together in the morning, we became closer.

Su Mu didn't want to win over anyone he wanted to talk to, but now that Su Mu had spoken, he had lost his prejudice and regarded Chen Dakui as one of his own.

Chen Dakui sat sideways on the cart with the grain on the board.

"Do you still have enough food at home?"

Su Mu asked casually.

In fact, when Chen Dakui shared the money in the morning, he almost refused to accept it.

There was no use asking for money now. If Liang Dong and Qi Tian weren't present, he would have just talked to Su Mu.

I don’t know how much stick noodles I can exchange for this little money.

Jia Dongxu's affair was revealed by Chen Dakui, which meant that the white noodles Jia Dongxu ate every week was from Sumu.

He has this kind of channel, or has this kind of channel relationship.

"That's not enough. I wanted to ask you, can I exchange money for some food? Just stick noodles."

Su Mu said nothing and pedaled hard twice. The cart was moving, and the only sound in the alley was the sound of children chirping in the distance.

Chen Dakui was a little nervous.

He wasn't sure whether his request was too much in Su Mu's opinion.

"How much do you want to change?"

"I didn't use any money today. I saved more than 6 yuan before. How much do you think I can exchange for it?"

Chen Dakui was a little excited.

I didn’t expect Su Mu to be so easy to talk to.

After all, my mother's attitude towards Su Mu has never been good.

"I'll get you some first. If you don't have enough money, remember it first. I'll have work in the satin shop in the future."

I feel more confident saying this now than I did in the morning.

The work in Chen Xueru's shop must be left to him in the future and must never be given to anyone else again.

After all, these days are different.

Once the relationship is close, the confidence will be sufficient.

"Thank you, Su Mu."

Chen Dakui was really grateful. If in another place Su Mu had not ridden his bike, Chen Dakui might have given him a bump on impulse.

"If you have any use for me in the future, just say whatever you want. If I hesitate, I am not a human being."

Sumu:......

Ahead is the entrance to the courtyard.

Chen Dakui jumped down first and ran quickly to the front.

Remove the door sill and come back to help push the cart.

The younger brother's gesture is vivid and vivid.

When I first followed Su Shengli, I was just a fair-weather guy, but I didn't take the initiative to make progress.

back home.

The door to the east wing is closed, and the eldest brother and sister-in-law have not returned yet.

At the door of the west wing, Yan Bugui was already packing tomorrow's fishing gear.

At this time, he was squatting on the steps, wiping his horse.

I don’t know how easy it is to wipe this thing, and it will have to be dirty again if it is placed on the ground.

"Mu Mu, let's go fishing together tomorrow?"

Fishing with Su Mu can bring huge benefits.

"It's really not possible this week, third uncle. I have to go home with my brother tomorrow."

"Your dad is back. Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for a long time."

It's been a long time since we last met.

It wasn't that familiar originally.

The last time I came here, I just nodded and said hello.