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Xing Likun wanted to follow into the house, but was afraid of irritating Song Xiuzhi, so he had to squat on the wall of the yard, ready to jump in at any time to protect his treasure.

The man huddled on the edge of the wall half a palm wide, motionless, like an isolated and hard black reef in a storm—his feet were numb, the shredded tobacco in his mouth was chewed into crumbs, and even a small blister appeared at the corner of his mouth. It hurts.

But he had to wait, a heart was hung and tortured, with a gleaming guillotine hanging above his head, waiting to escape with his wife, or to splatter blood.

There was no sound in the house, unlike their house, where every time there was something to do, they would be served with sticks, and the house could be overturned.

After squatting for half an hour, Song Jin finally came out, her soft hair brushed against Song Xiuzhi's legs, completely out of style, her eyes swollen into walnuts, staring at Xing Likun danglingly.

With one glance of deep affection, it looks like thousands of years, just like that, they engraved each other's most detailed appearances in the bones and flesh.

Can such two people, who share the same spirit, be able to separate?

Song Xiuzhi looked at the two children and sighed. She was reluctant to kiss her son, so she could only accept another 'son'.

Xing Likun's appearance and temperament are very different from Song Jin's, but when they are put together, they are a good match.

Song Xiuzhi didn't even know that she was already a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, and the more she looked at her, the more pleasing she was, so she said with a straight face, "Dakun, Xiao Jin can't count on this matter alone, you have to express your opinion to me."

Xing Likun was unequivocal, he just knelt down to the old lady, kowtowed his head and made a big salute. Only before the age of three, Xing Yuanping and Lin Yan could get this kind of treatment. of.

But this time he did it willingly, because he was his daughter-in-law's mother and his future mother, she was the one who gave birth to Song Jin, and sent such a good person to his side.

"I make an oath to you today, how long will I live, how long will I love him—one day I will change my mind, and I will die altogether." Xing Likun's eyes were red, his throat was trembling, and he said word by word, "Even if Don't talk about evidence, we will live a lifetime, and we will sweeten all the hardships he suffered in the past years. I am Song Jin's back and Song Jin's home. I will support him when he is tired, and I will protect him when he is cold and sleepy. He, I take him as the meat of my heart, and I promise not to let you regret handing him over to me."

Song Jin is not only your son, but also the daughter-in-law of our old Xing family, who is a member of our family. Am I willing to let him down?Can I live up to it?

"I was brought up by my elder brother and my uncle. I haven't been with my mother for a few days. I'm rude and rude. If you don't like anything in the future, you can teach me, and I will change it. I will be filial to you and make you happy." , Song Jin is your son, and I am also your son." Xing Likun's voice was hoarse, and he called softly, "Mom."

This sound, dipped in honey, was sent to the saddest place in the old lady's heart, and it was immediately poked upward. Song Xiuzhi was actually afraid, afraid that her son would marry a wife instead, and she would gradually separate from herself. Not close, her son is no longer hers.

Song Jin held Xing Likun's shoulder from behind, and squeezed the man's thick muscles hard, his palms became hot.

Song Xiuzhi had tears in the corners of her eyes, and slowly narrowed the lines, "Okay... Mom believes you."

That night, the two slept in Song Jin's room again.

The last time I came here, Xing Likun lay on a creaking wire bed, and in the middle of the night he quietly climbed up on the big bed to hug his wife. They don't need two quilts, they are squeezed into one quilt, shoulders rubbing shoulders, feet touching feet, whispering colorful whispers between husband and wife.

Xing Likun snorted the soft hair on Song Jin's head with his big hands, "Bao, how did you understand our mother today? Did you praise me like a flower, making her feel that she can't do it if she doesn't pick it?"

Song Jin felt bitter about him, "Don't put gold on your face, our old Song family is willing to accept you, because they are afraid that you will go around and harm others."

"Yes, I have a master of this stick, and you'll be content if you can do harm to me." Xing Likun turned over and fell on Song Jin's body, his eyes were burning in the darkness, and he licked Song Jin's frightened and shy face with his eyes , wanting to swallow people alive.

The accumulated desire burst out with a roar of joy and excitement, the flood broke the embankment, and finally hit the iron plate with a clang - his wife pinned her knee to him to prevent him from going down.

Song Jin hugged his head and hummed, "I can't...my mother..."

In fact, after passing the test of the elders, both of them were very excited, and wanted to have a real shot, but Song Xiuzhi just agreed, and he must still feel bad in his heart. He dared to go out with a limping leg to provoke him the next day. Mom?

Xing Likun also understood, he grinded Song Jin's Adam's apple and collarbone with the tip of his teeth, "I won't go in, let's just rub one."

"..."

Song Jin didn't have the nerve to say that during the few trips in the car, my brother's egg hadn't recovered yet, and there was not enough food, so it's not like your bear man, who has a strong storage all year round and can be in heat everywhere.

In the end, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so Xing Likun put him on the ground, rubbed his buttocks, and fired a shot from behind. Song Jinshuang's shoulders shook violently, his teeth were gritted, and one of them couldn't hold back, and sprayed onto the bed sheet.

The couple got up after panting for a while, lifted the sheets, and took them to the yard to wash them. Each of them held the other and rubbed them. Song Jin was applying soap, and Xing Likun leaned over to kiss him, mouthful after mouthful. The saliva on the face made Song Jin poke someone with soap, pointed at the window and glared at him: Don't wake up the old lady!

Song Xiuzhi didn't fall asleep that night, thinking about it over and over in her mind, and occasionally turned over with a sigh.

She saw two people in the yard, whispering and intimate, Song Jin even jumped on Xing Likun's back to wash, she had never seen Song Jin like this.

Song Xiuzhi's chest was agitated with emotion, and her eyes suddenly became wet.

The two children fanned and fanned the bed sheets up and down, drying the small piece of wetness, laughing and making noise, and also shook off the starlight from the sky.