Dressed as the uncle of farming culture

"Mom, I'm going too!"

"Mother and I!"

"Grandma, I'm going!"

"Old lady, really, why don't you take me with you!"

Soon there were only Xiao Le and Mo Tutou in the fire room.

"Look at scaring them," Xiao Le shook his head, then looked at Catcher Mo with sparkling eyes, "Brother Cheng?"

"I just love to hear you tell ghost stories, so tell me."

The group of eavesdroppers outside the door felt goose bumps all over their bodies, and then the group went to Ren's house.

"Ah Cheng is really amazing."

"Yeah, I don't know if I'm afraid at night."

"How about I sleep next to him at night?"

"I'm afraid your snoring will scare him to death."

Hearing the sound of footsteps and voices gradually leaving, Xiao Le hooked Mo Tuotou's neck and kissed him.

Mo Catcher hugged the man directly, straddled his lap, clasped the other man's waist and pressed him down.

Xiao Le snorted, and gently pushed Mo Tutou, only to find that the other party was like a stone, instead of being pushed away, he was pressed even tighter.

"...can't be here."

Seeing that something was going to happen, Xiao Le hurriedly said.

"Go back to the room."

Anyway, they won't be able to return for a while.

Xiao Le acquiesced, and was directly pulled into the room by him...

An hour and a half later, when the rest of the Xiao family came back into the fire room, they saw Xiao Le lying on the bamboo chair with a reddish complexion, looking lazy, while Mo Tutou was eating sweet potatoes happily.