The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chu Wanning tied up her ponytail and went outside to wash the dishes. There were three bowls. After washing for a long time, I didn't see him enter the house.

Mo Ran sat on the bed, a little restless, his fingers subconsciously scratched the edge of the bed, and looked out the window from time to time.

How to do.

he was thinking.

How should I sleep tonight?

This is a seemingly simple, but actually fatal question.

Mo Ran was not sure about Chu Wanning's intentions, and he was at war between heaven and man, and his desire and reason were in full swing.

At this time, the warm curtain was lifted, and Chu Wanning returned to the house with the cold outside, holding the washed bowl.He glanced at Mo Ran who was sitting by the bed, the candle was crackling, his eyes seemed a little subtle, but the next moment his eyelids were lowered, Mo Ran had no time to see clearly, he had his back to himself, sitting on the table side.

"Master still not asleep?"

As soon as the words came out, it felt like a slip of the tongue.No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a man who is so thirsty that he is eager to invite his lover to bed and rest.

Chu Wanning didn't look back, and said lightly: "I still have some things to do. Go to bed first when you are sleepy."

"I'm not sleepy either." Mo Ran said, "What is Master going to do? I'll help you."

"You can't help, I want to make more Ningyin crabapple flowers tonight." Chu Wanning said, raising his hand, tucking his fingertips together, and condensed a golden and delicate crabapple, which was placed on the table.

This kind of begonia is made up of Chu Wanning's spiritual power, which can store short words for communication. This is his unique secret technique, and other people can't imitate it.

But Mo Ran was a little puzzled. He came to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down in reverse, with his strong arm resting on the back of the chair, and his chin resting on his arm.

"Master, why do you do this?"

"Sell it."

"Ok?"

Hearing the slight surprise in Mo Ran's voice, Chu Wanning raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly: "Our money is not enough to stay on Feihua Island for seven days, isn't that Sun Sanniang going to do business? Then I will do it with her, Ning Yin Haitang, undefeated all year round, is shining brightly, you can see that she is covered with gold and silver jewelry, which one is not shining, I think she just likes shiny things. When it is done, I will go to the street to sell it tomorrow, and I will see if she wants it."

Mo Ran couldn't help laughing: "Master wants to... sell flowers?"

Chu Wanning's face changed slightly. He probably didn't want to classify himself with the big girls who sold white orchids in the alley. He said very bluntly: "The flowers made by magic can't be counted as flowers."

"Then I'll go sell it with you tomorrow."

Chu Wanning didn't make a sound, lowered his head and condensed four or five flowers quickly, and then said sullenly: "It's up to you, as long as you don't feel ashamed."

"Where is the shame?" Mo Ran picked up one of them and smelled it. The flower is very light and has no fragrance. "Then Sun Sanniang is afraid that she will cry and beg Master to sell it to her. How much does Master plan to sell for one flower?"

"A hundred flowers don't cost much spiritual power. How about selling one for three copper coins?"

Ink burning: "..."

Chu Wanning glanced at him again, frowned slightly, and hesitated: "Too much?"

Mo Ran sighed, didn't say too much, didn't say too little, just said: "Master, don't ask for a price tomorrow, I will sell it."

"Why? I set the price for the flowers I make."

"Three copper plates." Mo Ran stretched out three fingers and shook in front of Chu Wanning, dumbfounded, "Master, you are the Big Dipper Immortal, this is your Wanye Begonia, something that the cultivation world can't even ask for. You sell three coppers?"

"No one asked me for it. Apart from being good-looking and capable of sound transmission, this thing has no other purpose. I think the price is about the same."

Mo Ran was about to be laughed at by him: "Then, you sell it to me, okay? I'll give you money right now."

Chu Wanning stopped, and a half-condensed crabapple flower lost its spiritual support, and fell a piece of golden petals. He actually stretched out his palm and said lightly: "Deal."

"..."

Mo Ran was speechless for a while, and went to touch the money bag, only to remember that the remaining money on himself and Chu Wanning had been squeezed out by that old turtle, and he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

Looking up, I saw Chu Wanning looking at me with a smile that was not a smile, and I couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed, muttering: "Master already knew that I have no money, and..."

Chu WanNing thought he was funny, and said: "You boasted about Haikou, saying you want to buy mine."

"I……"

After speaking halfway, he swallowed silently.

Because I suddenly felt that Chu Wanning's words were somewhat ambiguous.

Chu Wanning should have said "buy my flowers", but he was lazy and didn't finish his sentence. It sounded like Mo Ran was going to spend two taels of silver to buy the man in front of him. Mo Ran's heart beat a few beats faster.

He didn't look at Chu Wanning's eyes, for fear that the other party would see some of his outrageous thoughts.But looking down at his hands for a while, he suddenly found that Chu Wanning had just washed the bowls outside for a long time, and abruptly washed the hot water into ice water, and his fingertips were frozen red.

Mo Ran didn't have time to think about it, and almost habitually, he held the outstretched five fingers on the table.

Chu WanNing was startled. He was pretending to be calm. He stretched out his hand asking for money. The money did not arrive, but suddenly fell into a pair of warm and generous palms. The palms were just warm, but he was like Being scalded by the soldering iron, he jerked away.

"doing what?!"

"..."

Mo Ran didn't have that obscene thought at first, he really just wanted to warm up Chu Wanning, and felt distressed.

But when he encountered such a big reaction, he never expected it, and was stunned for a while.

The two looked at each other under the dim candlelight, and suddenly tears from the candle burst, making a loud noise, breaking the dead silence.

Chu Wanning knew that she was too sensitive, and she wanted to hide it, so she stopped talking for a while, and pursed her lips, quite embarrassed.

Mo Ran looked at him silently, and the young seedling in his heart grew stronger and stronger, trying to stretch his soft body, scratching his chest more itchy.

"Master..."

Chu Wanning: "..."

"Aren't you..." He stopped in the middle of speaking, he didn't know what was waiting for him in front of him, his reason finally stopped him from the precipice, and he didn't continue talking.

But if he didn't finish asking, Chu Wanning still said firmly: "No."

The ink burned for a moment: "What isn't it?"

"No matter what you say, the answer is no." Chu Wanning frowned, erected sharp thorns, like a cat grinning and defending its territory, preventing strangers from approaching, "Take your hands away."

Mo Ran took his hand away and continued to put it on the back of the chair, looking very honest.

Chu Wanning continued to condense the flowers, and finished condensing the begonia that had just dropped a petal. He was a little angry, and there was more helplessness in his anger. After a while, Mo Ran said: "Master, in fact, I just, I just want to ask, are you cold, and I want to... warm your hands."

"I'm not cold."

It's a lie, the hand that I touched just now was clearly cold.

I probably felt that it was really embarrassing for the two of them to sit like this. Chu Wanning said: "If you have nothing to do, go to sleep, and I will take you to sell flowers tomorrow."

"..."

In the past, what he often said was "Take you to practice", "Take you to meditate" and "Take you to read books".

Take you to sell flowers or something...

Mo Ran wanted to hold back, but he didn't hold back too much. With a smile in his black eyes, reflecting the people in the candlelight, he gave a soft "um" in a nasal voice, but he was not willing to move.

"Go to sleep."

Mo Ran glanced at the bed.

He decided that he couldn't sleep before Chu Wanning.

Since I am not sure whether to sleep on the bed or the floor, then it depends on Chu Wanning's meaning. If he sleeps in the inner position by then, obviously making room for himself, then sleep on the bed.

If Chu WanNing is lying in the middle, then... well, then he will be honest.

Mo Ran had such a bad idea, but his face blushed: "I won't sleep first."

"What are you doing sitting?" Chu Wanning frowned.

As soon as Mo Ran raised his hand, his slender fingers joined together, and he used his spiritual power to volley in the air, twisting out a fiery red butterfly.

Chu WanNing: "........."

"Sell money." Mo Ran smiled, flicked his fingertips, and the fiery red butterfly flew up, fell into the pile of crabapple flowers that Chu Wanning put aside, dived in, and fanned the fluorescent and flowing butterfly wings like pollination, In and out of Huaxin, "Mine is more expensive, I am black-hearted, ten gold one."

Chu WanNing watched the unsightly butterfly flying around, stopping on his crabapple flower, licking the delicate pink stamen.

Chu Wanning's face was black.

"Ink rain!!"

"……What's wrong?"

He was so angry that he didn't know what to say, how to say it.

In the end, he actually suppressed it, and said hoarsely without embarrassment: "Three copper coins, one, no more."

Mo Ran laughed.

After laughing for a while, he twisted out another fiery red butterfly and handed it over. The butterfly gently landed on the crabapple flower at Chu Wanning's fingertips.

"I sold it to others for ten gold. I think this price is very appropriate."

"Then you sell it to me!" Chu Wanning took a deep breath and said viciously, "I will sell it again, but it can't be more expensive than my crabapple."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "But I don't have any money with me. I will give it to you when I return to the peak of death and life."

Mo Ran laughed and pulled out the third butterfly. He breathed lightly, and the butterfly danced around Chu Wanning. Mo Ran pillowed on his wheat-colored strong arm, and said gently: "What are you talking about?"

"...Do you still want to say that there will be no credit." Chu Wanning raised his chin slightly, his brows and eyes were still wet with anger, but his expression was very arrogant. He thought it over, if Mo Ran really dared to say no credit, then I must take out the teacher's instrument and discipline this ignorant man well.

The man who didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth smiled even brighter. He had deep dimples and a shallow nasal voice, and said: "No, I want to say..."

what you want to say?

Chu WanNing is ready to fight, majestic and dignified.

"You buy me." The man didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and he also omitted the word Lingdie, so his words became so vague and ambiguous. He leaned on his arm and stared at Chu Wanning seriously, She smiled softly, "I'll sell it to you for no money."

No matter what, he never expected such an answer.

Chu Wanning was stunned, and his face suddenly turned red.

It was very late at night, Lingdie and Begonia had piled up the whole house, which was already enough to sell.But none of them got up and went to bed first.

Needless to say, Mo Ran's mind is self-evident, he plans to see Chu Wanning's sleeping method, and play by ear.Although Chu Wanning didn't know his plan, he was not stupid. He didn't know what to do, and wanted to know what Mo Ran would do tonight.

Will he sleep on the ground...or in the bed?

Although this man made him feel more and more dangerous, but if Mo Ran really lay down on the bed, he didn't intend to drive him away.

He can even feel the secret hope in his heart, hoping to see Mo Ran get up sleepily, say "sleepy", and then lie down on the bed.

——Why isn't he asleep yet! !

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were thinking anxiously while twirling flowers and butterflies.

Go to sleep, you lie on the bed first, and I will...

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Are you tired? It's too late, why don't you rest first?"

"No, I'm used to it."

So another hour passed.

"Ink burning."

"Ok?"

"Why are you still sitting?"

"I'll catch some more butterflies. If Master is sleepy, go to sleep first, and I'll wait."

Chu Wanning tried his best to resist the desire to yawn, biting his molars restrainedly, because he couldn't sleep peacefully for two consecutive nights, his eyes were a little red, and he said stubbornly: "I'm not sleepy yet."

Ink burning: "..."

I don't know how long it took, the butterflies and begonias in the room are almost piled up into the ocean, golden and red intertwined, gorgeous and dazzling, Mo Ran raised his head groggyly, suddenly startled.

Chu Wanning was so tired that he fell asleep on the table.

There is still half of a crabapple flower that has not gathered at his fingertips, and the petals tremble slightly with his breathing. Mo Ran walks over, picks off the half of the remaining flower lightly, puts it on the table, and then hugs him ——

The author has something to say: Gouzi has 200 courage, complete [400800]

Master's psychological construction, complete 【40100】

Small Theater "Continue to Write"

Take today's last sentence:

There is still half of a crabapple flower that has not gathered at his fingertips, and the petals tremble slightly with his breathing. Mo Ran walks over, picks off the half of the remaining flower lightly, puts it on the table, and then hugs him ——

Start the follow-up! !

Then, he picked him up and threw him on the floor.

Then, he picked him up and pushed him up.

Then, he hugged him up and sank into the sea of ​​anger.

Then, hugging him was a Thomas maneuver.

Then, he picked him up and threw him to the ceiling.

Then, hugging him up, Mo Ran's hand broke.

Then, he hugged him and flashed to Mo Ran's waist.

Then, he picked him up and threw him out as a medicine ball.

Then, I picked him up, well, Mo Weiyu, the No. 10 athlete, perfectly achieved this lifting action, without slipping, and the difficulty coefficient was 0,5, which can be said to be very smooth. This is our athlete Mo Weiyu's sports career A big step in history!

Then, I picked him up, took off his coat and underwear, and put him on the bed... what do you think, sprinkle salt and soy sauce and knead repeatedly, marinate for 15 minutes, put it on the fire and roast until golden and crispy. It's gone! !