I send love to Lao Gong [Quick Transmigration]

In the evening, just as Qiu He lay down, Jiang Luo held his shoulders and stared at him with both big eyes.

Qiu He was startled by him, and almost turned over and rolled onto the bed: "What, what's the matter?" He quietly retracted the hand that he thought the young master would put on his waist when he fell asleep, with complicated emotions.

Could it be that it was discovered, and then you can't touch|touch it casually.

Jiang Luo squinted his eyes to see his hands moving erratically, which made Qiu He break out in a cold sweat.

He was in a hurry to talk to Qiu He, but he was distracted by the other's hand without thinking, and he stretched out his hand to grab it directly.

This sudden action frightened Qiu He, thinking that he was going to snap his wrist with a poisonous hand, and said in panic: "An Ning, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Luo took his hand and put it on her waist familiarly, raised a face full of inexplicable expressions: "I see you have no place to put it, let me find a place for you, don't move around, I have something to tell you."

Qiu He: "!"

Qiu He stared blankly at his hand, although he was reminded not to move it, but somehow he just wanted to bend his fingers or pinch it.

He took a deep breath and forcibly held back the anxiety: "What are you talking about?"

Xiao Chongzi Jiang Luo leaned forward like that: "It's the same question as last time, when will you marry me?"

This is a big event, and Qiu He's expression quickly became serious: "In the past two days, my store has been up, and it has gradually become profitable. I think we will...just..."

This is a sacred thing. Qiu He always felt that before he said it, he needed to burn incense, bathe and fast for three days. For a while, he didn't know how to make the word "marriage" flow out of his mouth naturally, but he just said it piously. Looking at the person in front of her, she just felt that Sansheng was lucky to be able to marry such a fairy-like figure as him.

Jiang Luo frowned slightly, and Qiu He was so frightened that he withdrew his hand in a panic and wanted to hug him, and asked tentatively, "What's the matter, do you think it's too rushed, why don't I delay it a little longer? Don't worry, I will definitely give you..."

Marriage is a major event in life, especially in this era, Qiu He's lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, looking at his future daughter-in-law steadily.

Marriage is only once in a lifetime, and he wished he could hold all the best things in the world in his palm and dedicate them to this person who came all the way to find him, was willing to marry him when he had nothing, and even helped him.

But he is still growing up now, but he can't wait to get married, he just wants to marry this person back as soon as possible.

Only in the true sense of worship and marriage can he really feel at ease.

Jiang Luo interrupted him directly: "I'm asking, can it be earlier."

Qiu He: "?"

Qiu He suddenly asked: "An Ning, have you encountered any troubles, or is it about your house..."

The An family is indeed a big problem. Qiu He frowned and thought about the solution. He never thought of escaping, but now he is inevitably afraid, afraid that the An family will forcibly separate them.

He has the patience to grow up slowly, but he is unwilling to be separated from An Ning during the growing stage.

Qiu He unconsciously increased his strength in his hands, tightly grasping the young master's shoulders, eager to hold him in his arms, and feel his presence with his body temperature.

Jiang Luo buried her face in his chest, a little puzzled by his sudden powerful momentum, but now is not the time to ask this.

Jiang Luo tugged at his clothes: "No, I just want to go back after a while."

Qiu He's pupils contracted slightly, and he lowered his head, his lips just brushed against his smooth forehead: "You want to go back?"

He hugged Jiang Luo tightly in his arms, with such strength that he almost embedded the person into his flesh and blood, not wanting this person to leave.

Jiang Luoqing | Biting her lower lip: "You...you hurt me."

Looking at the bright water in his eyes, Qiu He came back to his senses in an instant, and hurriedly let go of his hand: "Yes, I'm sorry, does it hurt?"

Jiang Luo glanced at him plaintively, and immediately pulled off his shirt, exposing smooth, smooth and white shoulders, and turned his head to look vigorously, pouted: "It's all red, yes No, ah, look, there are also your finger prints, your Dali Vajra Palm used me as a training hand."

How could it be, he was just too anxious at the time.

Qiu He hurriedly went to check on his injuries, he was a little red.

Immediately, he was also anxious, and he lifted the quilt as if he was going to get out of bed: "Wait a minute, I'll go down and get the medicine."

Jiang Luo grabbed his arm: "What kind of medicine do I need for this congestion?"

Qiu He didn't answer a single one: "No, it's the plants I spawned myself, and the traces of waking up tomorrow morning will fade away after I wipe it on."

Jiang Luo didn't move as fast as him, and didn't hold him back. When Qiu He came back, he did have a small porcelain bottle in his hand.

Qiu He's anxious hands were trembling, and when he pulled the stopper off, white powder was flying in the air, and he said anxiously, "Wait, wait a moment, I'll be fine soon."

"Why isn't it ointment? It's easy to fall off after getting it on." Jiang Luo sat up in such a disheveled posture, grabbed | Qiu He's wrist, and the white powder was almost sprinkled on his hair. There are white spots on the long black hair, "Look, you messed with my hair, and I have to wash it tomorrow morning."

"I haven't made a paste yet. This one is purely plant-based and doesn't need to be washed." Qiu He hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him take pictures.

Before the trembling hand could move, Jiang Luo grabbed his wrist, and when he lowered his head, he met Jiang Luo's dark and deep eyes, and instantly took two steps back with guilt.

Jiang Luo pursed her lips: "What are you afraid of?"

Qiu He turned his face away and did not speak.

Jiang Luo straightened up and got closer to him face to face: "Are you afraid of marrying me, or are you afraid of me going home?"

The warm breath sprayed directly on both ends of Qiu He's nostrils, and it also carried a faint fragrance, which made people want to close their eyes to feel it.

How could he be afraid of getting married? Qiu He turned his eyes lovingly around him, and asked directly: "You, are you coming back?"

Jiang Luo suddenly laughed out loud, even when he finished laughing, he tugged on Qiu He's wrist and his hands were trembling with laughter: "Do you think I won't come back? Then why should I marry you? Hold a breakup ceremony?" .”

Qiu He turned his face away, obviously unwilling but he didn't want the young master to go against his will: "If you regret it, you don't need to compensate me." He doesn't need a fake ceremony, he just wants people.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Luo let go of his hand, and put his arms around his waist, "You can sell scriptures without planting flowers in the future, how can you think so much?"

Qiu He was aggrieved: "It's not that I was thinking about it, why did you say you wanted to leave so well?"

Jiang Luo raised his head, looked at his big dog begging to caress | stroking the general expression, and trembled in his heart: "Why are you still wronged, look at you."

Before he took off his clothes, his delicate skin was exposed to the cool air, and little bumps appeared here and there, with his mouth flattened and his shoulders shaking vigorously to draw his attention." Didn't say anything. "

Looking at his scars, Qiu He suddenly thought of the medicine in his hand, and moved very quickly, but his expression was really reluctant, obviously still angry, but he still started to help him sprinkle the medicine powder without hesitation.

Jiang Luo looked at his frowning eyebrows and worried expression, tilted his head and blew on his tiger's mouth: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt very much, my skin is sensitive|sensitive, even a little touch will hurt. "

Qiu He didn't speak, but it was obvious that the skin on the back of his hand was tense, and the blue blood vessels were almost bursting out. The rough palm was hot and hot, and he rubbed it heavily on his shoulders, causing small bumps one after another.

Jiang Luo looked amused at his forbearance, poked his wrist stickily and said, "Actually, I have business to do when I go back."

Qiu He still didn't speak, and resentfully thought in his heart that he could have something serious. He himself said that he was at home all day long, except sleeping and reading scripts.

Jiang Luo pinched his chin and forced him to look at him: "Okay, what's the matter, if you don't want to hear me say that, then forget it, then I won't say anything." After that, he turned around and was going to sleep.

Qiu He quickly grabbed | him, and even carefully avoided the bruise on his shoulder, and said anxiously: "I didn't say I didn't listen to you, but you said it."

Jiang Luo stared fixedly at him, Qiu He's face turned red from his gaze, he turned his face away and packed up his things and muttered in a low voice: "We are all asleep on the same bed, and everyone in the village is also Knowing that you are my daughter-in-law, not only the name of husband and wife, but also the reality of husband and wife, you can't leave."

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes: "Who is married to you?" He shook his shoulders, leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth again, "You mean this? Is this considered married?"

Qiu He: "!" Before he had time to feel his soft lips, the glistening white flesh dangled in front of Qiu He's eyes.

He hurriedly grabbed | Jiang Luo's arm: "Don't shake it, the medicine powder will be shaken off later."

"..." Jiang Luo's voice was soft, and he leaned his shoulders on purpose: "Then you knead it again, help me knead the powder in, I like you to touch | me."

Qiu He's eyes widened in shock: "You, why are you..."

Jiang Luo: "What's wrong with me?"

Qiu He was angry, and turned his face away from him: "How could you be so, so...?"

Jiang Luo stared: "What's wrong with me, then I don't like you touching | me, but I like others touching | me."

Qiu He: "!" That's not what it means at all.

He opened his mouth to drink the wind, unable to utter a single word.

Jiang Luo asked him back: "Why, you don't like it?"

How could he not like it, the hand is like a fine silk brocade, let alone touching his shoulder, he just wants to hold it in his arms and love it so much.

"Hmph." Jiang Luo sneered, and glanced at him disdainfully, "It's fine if you like it."

He twisted his shoulders and said commandingly, "Knead."

Qiu He: "..." His big hands resigned to his fate and joyfully covered the delicate | tender slightly pink skin, and the faint particles of the medicine rolled back and forth on the palms and shoulders. Qiu He felt that even though it was almost autumn, the night Still as hot as ever.

Jiang Luo closed his eyes and whimpered in apparent enjoyment: "Let me tell you, I figured you out a long time ago. You just happen to be the type of toasting and not eating fine wine."

Qiu He pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jiang Luo half leaned against the head of the bed to enjoy the five-star massage service, stretched out his hand to pat the side of the bed, motioning for Qiu He to sit up.

Qiu He was naturally obedient, he held him in his arms, and the area where he pressed|kneaded his palms was getting wider and wider. He carefully observed Jiang Luo's face, and continued on without finding any objection from the other party.

Jiang Luo: "Do you still remember what I said about running away from marriage?"

Qiu He: "!" He forgot the movements of his hands in an instant, "What, what's the matter, does your family want you to go back and get married?"

Jiang Luo didn't even open his eyes, obviously not taking it seriously: "It's not true, they usually don't care about me, it's just..." I am too far away from home now, and the time is too long, and some people can hardly sit still.

Jiang Luo reached out and touched|touched his face.

Qiu He hurriedly went up to him, and touched his chin.

Jiang Luo pinched randomly, leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth: "I just feel uncomfortable with a marriage on my body, so I want to go back and cancel it."

Qiu He panicked: "Then will they make things difficult for you?" Will they let you come back?

Jiang Luo opened his eyes to look at his face pale with fright, and suddenly laughed out loud, took his hand that was already on his waist, and kissed him: "Don't worry, you see I've been sleeping with you for so long , do you think they don't know?"

Qiu He knew that the An family raised the young master as a dude, but a dude also needs to obey the orders of his parents and the words of the matchmaker.

The tiger's mouth was moist|wet for a while, Qiu He lowered his head and caught a glimpse of a small piece of pink|tender|tender tongue, and his heart trembled: "You..."

Jiang Luo blinked: "Don't worry, if I can come out once, it means that I can come out a second time. Don't treat my house like a wolf's den. You just think that they dote on me. It is absolutely absolutely impossible to face me. Make things difficult for me."

After a pause, afraid that he would not be at ease, Jiang Luo added: "As long as it is my decision, they can't refute it too clearly, just look at it, this matter will be resolved soon, maybe we will You can continue to live here freely.”

He glanced at the bright moonlight outside through the window, took a deep breath of the rich fragrance of flowers in the air, and suddenly an intoxicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at Qiu He brightly, with a clear voice: "Actually, I I really like it here, the air is fresh and the place is big, so it’s convenient for you to study flowers and plants.”

Like is like, whether you can stay is another aspect.Qiu He was still worried, he opened his mouth and was about to speak, when the familiar and heart-wrenching touch came again, only this time——

Qiu He stared at the flower-like face of the young master who was close at hand, his breath stagnated.

Jiang Luo's kissing skills are very young, even after so many worlds, even if he has taken the initiative, but every time -

Just like now, just when the tip of his tongue touched Qiu He's lips|petals, there was a sudden pain in his shoulder, and his whole body was hugged tightly, attacking the city, Jiang Luo's lips were squeezed so that he could hardly breathe.

His body was so weak that he could barely sit still, he kept falling backwards, pulling Qiu He forward, and finally they both rolled on the bed.

Jiang Luo guided his hand to open his skirt, but——

Jiang Luo stared at him desperately, but because of the uneven panting and the winking eyes, the red corners of his eyes looked more shy: "You, have you touched enough?"

There is a pre|play, and the theme! !

Qiu He panted heavily, restraining himself: "Wait until we get married, get married."

Jiang Luo: "..." He pursed his lips and looked at Qiu He's patient face full of bulging veins, and stopped teasing him. He held his breath, clamped his legs between the quilt and rubbed them bitterly. Ceng, rolled into Qiu He's arms with a last gulp, and said softly and compromisingly, "Okay."

But before Qiu He breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the little boy Jiao Didi's gasping coquettish|voice, "Then help me, help me, I feel bad."

Qiu He: "!" What else can I do, of course I can only do what my ancestors said.

The curtain fell, and the bed was full of tranquility. From time to time, there were a few low-pitched murmurs and someone's almost uncontrollable trembling tone.

Qiu He: "Ancestor, don't do it."

Qiu He: "Ancestor, don't move. I'm the only one here. Don't torture me, okay?"

Qiu He: "Ancestor, if you feel comfortable, can you sleep first?"

Qiu He: "Ancestor, can you close your eyes first, I am like you..."

Qiu He: "..." Waiting for marriage!Must wait to get married!Endure, hold back, even suffocate to death.

When the sound gradually subsided, Qiu He seemed to have lost half his life, panting heavily and moving his body carefully, not daring to touch the young master again, putting on his coat with red eyes and taking a cold shower in the backyard.

When the sky was getting brighter, Qiu He stood by the bed again, his eyes were still blood red, but his hands and feet gently covered him with the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and said in a helpless and doting voice: "In the future, I will be less Read the script, you're going to become a hooligan."

But every time he said that and went out to sell flowers the next day, Qiu He still resigned to his fate and brought back a lot of scripts, he was afraid that the young master would be bored.

*****

On the night of the wedding, the most excited person on the surface was probably Qiu He's mother. She was holding Jiang Luo's hand and was unwilling to let go. She rubbed the back of Jiang Luo's hand with her dry and thin hand, and her two cloudy eyes glistened with water. He couldn't stop scolding Qiu He who was beside him, disgusted with the crude and hasty wedding ceremony, what should he do if he scared the young master away.

Qiu He glanced at Jiang Luo helplessly.

This is all the young master's attention, and it's useless for him to protest.

The marriage was too hasty, he was not prepared for what he expected before, neither flowers nor red silk, even Hei Zhu next door didn't know they were getting married.

Turning his face to look at the young master who had changed into red clothes, but was still not a wedding robe, Qiu He's helpless expression quickly dissipated completely, and a heartfelt smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Regardless of the ceremony, he would really like the young master for the rest of his life, and he believed that the young master knew it too.

Jiang Luo shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Qiu He, and the other party's eyes were filled with excitement in an instant, and that faint smile lingered in his heart like this, as if it occupied the whole brain.

marriage?Jiang Luo doesn't care, anyway, these are all virtual to him, he feels the scorching | scalding temperature of the injury - as long as people are by his side, it's fine.

As the weather turned cold, Mother Qiu's health became worse and worse. The cold wind blew past, and she almost coughed out her lungs.

Jiang Luo hurriedly handed over the hot tea at hand, turned around and asked, "Qiu He, didn't you say that you made something last time, soaking flowers in water and clearing your lungs or something?"

Qiu He was also in a hurry, and turned around to get the small pot.

Qiu's mother didn't stop him, and after watching him go out and disappear into the night, her eyes fell back on Jiang Luo.

Mother Qiu coughed for a long time, and said in a trembling voice, "An Ning, Xiao Ning."

Jiang Luo only has one father, and his father especially dotes on him, the kind of pampering who beats him, scolds him, and loves him. He has never treated a weak mother like Shang Qiu's mother, and he doesn't know what to say for a while. , can only let her rough hand whirl the back of his hand.

Mother Qiu: "Ahem, An Ning, our family is sorry for you."

Jiang Luo shook his head in a panic: "No, I really like Qiu He, and I also want to be with him." He bit his lips lightly, and his lips turned blue and white, "He likes me too, we two They just fell in love with each other."

Mother Qiu: "Over there at your house..."

Because Jiang Luo needs a legitimate reason to go out during this period, Qiu He told Qiu's mother that the young master remembered the place where his relatives moved, so he went to have a look and then came back.

Jiang Luo smiled: "There's no need to worry about that. Our masters are gone, and I'm alone."

Qiu's mother laughed: "From now on, you will be a member of the Qiu family, not alone. If Dahe bullies you, mother will make the decision for you."

After she finished speaking, she was a little timid again: "Xiao Ning, I know you used to live well, but our family Dahe will be promising, so don't despise him."

Jiang Luo was a little uncomfortable, he took a breath to prepare himself, and then he said, "Mother, Qiu He won't bully me, our life will get better gradually."

Tears welled up in Qiu's mother's eyes: "What did you call me just now?"

The first call out, the second call is much easier, Jiang Luo held her hand and said calmly: "Mother, don't worry, Qiu He is hard-working and skilled, our family's life will be smooth." Had a good time."

Tears fell out of the muddy eye sockets, and across the wrinkled skin on the face: "Okay, okay." Mother Qiu patted Jiang Luo's hand, wiped the tears with the back of her hand, sucked her nose and choked, "Okay, you are all good Children, everything will be fine in the future."

Jiang Luo was so panicked that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet, and she didn't have a handkerchief or anything on her body. She stood there blankly and could only comfort her: "Mother, don't cry on this happy day. If Qiu He saw this, he would think I was bullying you."

Mother Qiu took out the handkerchief in her bosom, and wiped her tears: "Mother is so happy, happy, mother thought Dahe will be like this all his life, with you by his side, you two take care of each other Don't worry, mother." After finishing speaking, she scolded, "What did you say, An Ning is a good child, mother loves you, loves you, so she won't bully others."

Jiang Luo was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, he really stood like a wooden block, his eyes drifted towards the direction of the room from time to time.

Mother Qiu didn't seem to find anything, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, and tugged at her wrist for a long time.

Jiang Luo didn't know what she was doing either.

After a while, Qiu's mother held a green bracelet in her hand and put it on Jiang Luo's hand. Jiang Luo stepped back in a panic, afraid of hurting Qiu's mother, and stood there: "Mother, what are you doing?" .”

Mother Qiu smiled, her face was full of wrinkles, but it was a genuinely happy smile.

She squeezed Jiang Luo's hand, wanted to put it on for him but touched it reluctantly, with memories in the corners of her eyes and brows: "This was given to him by the old lady of the Qiu family when my father and I got married, and they said it was a family heirloom| Bao, I've been wearing it for most of my life, and it should be yours, child, Qiu He's brain is good and bad, you have to take care of it."

It was all said and done, Jiang Luo didn't want the bracelet, as if he didn't want Qiu He, he hesitated for a while, and raised his face to meet Qiu's mother's expectant eyes.

He touched the coolness on his wrist, pursed his lips and nodded with a smile: "Okay, thank you mother, I will accept it."

The person who delivered the things was happier than the person who received the things. His shoulders were shaking when he laughed, and he started to cough after taking a breath of cold air.

Qiu He, who came from behind, was so scared that he kept looking at Jiang Luo with his eyes, wondering what the hell was going on.

Jiang Luo ignored him, and only helped Mother Qiu smooth her back.

May be too excited.