Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Seeing that his expression was not right, Zhang Shuwen felt a little slow in his heart, and asked, "What's the matter? Did you meet him today?"

"It's nothing, he sent me some things to thank you." Song Ping'an was usually unsmiling, but the froze on his face scared him enough.

Zhang Shuwen thought it was quite tasty at first, but he felt nauseated immediately after listening to it, and felt more and more wrong. He felt that he regarded himself as a benefactor and made the two bosses unhappy, so he quickly defended himself: "At that time, I told him However, it is our boss who gives the money, not me, and I don't know how he..."

After Song Ping'an finished speaking, he returned to the room. Xue Ming struggled to sit up, his head leaning against the head of the bed, feeling dizzy, and he could still vaguely make out his figure. He waved to him, "Ping'an, come and sleep with me."

Song Pingan lifted the bucket on the ground and poured water into the tub.

"Yes, take a shower first, otherwise it will be inconvenient later." Xue Ming closed his eyes forcefully, reminding himself to stay awake.

Everyone was drunk like this, and his thoughts were dirty. Song Pingan tried the temperature of the water, and then went up to help him up.

Xue Ming leaned on his shoulder as a gesture, his eyes immediately became restless, he glanced at him again and again, finally landed in the bathtub, and said with a smile: "Are you inviting me to take a bath with you? ?”

The corner of Song Ping'an's mouth twitched, and he didn't intend to argue with him, a drunkard, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go in and take a bath by yourself, call me if you need anything."

Xue Ming tugged at his belt indiscriminately, but he was really dizzy, and his hands didn't have much strength. After a while, the tugging became more and more chaotic, and he was so dizzy that he didn't care about anything. .

Song Songpingan, who had just walked out a few steps, turned back, seeing him like this, his face instantly turned dark.

"You go out first, I'll call you if something happens." Xue Ming suddenly became serious, which surprised him.

Song Pingan hesitated for a while, pressed his shoulders, and pulled him back, "Close your eyes for me."

"What are you going to do?" Xue Ming shook his head and regained consciousness.

"What else can I do besides undressing you?" Song Pingan gritted his teeth. Either he was so drunk now that he didn't seem to be playing any tricks, or he slapped him in the face.

"Take off your clothes!" Xue Ming closed his eyes and thought for a while, but couldn't figure out how ugly Yinmao was. He stretched out his hand and squeezed his arm, feeling the tight muscles trembling, and realized that the person in front of him was real. , he just laughed, "Take off the top or the bottom first?"

After listening to it, Song Ping'an was really afraid that he would not be able to bear it and beat him to death. After a while, he suppressed his anger. He tore off his belt, took off his clothes, and walked out of the room blushing. .

Xue Ming was a little slow to react, pressed his temples and looked at his hurried back, suddenly laughed twice, and then sat down in the tub.

Song Pingan came out with his clothes in his arms, his face was completely red, like a cooked shrimp, anxiously wondering what would happen if Xue Ming played a scoundrel and blocked himself in it.

Only when the wind blows did he realize that he had already walked out.

Fortunately, his thoughts are superfluous, Xue Mingzui is drunk, but his mind is still full of him.

Song Ping'an stood outside for a long time, but he didn't hear the sound of taking a bath. He couldn't bear it anymore, walked outside for a while, opened the door and walked in.

Seeing him falling asleep by the tub, grinding his teeth for a while, and walking up to hug him, Xue Ming suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his wrist and pulled it down forcefully. Ping An was caught off guard and fell in.

He raised his palm to touch his head, but before he punched down, he was covering his nose.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Song Pingan glared at him angrily.

Xue Ming snorted twice, Song Pingan frowned and took a closer look, and saw blood pouring out of his nose.

"Damn!" Song Pingan grabbed his hand, and the blood flowed down. Xu Shi just accidentally put his elbow on his nose, which made him bleed.

There was a precedent of hitting him with a nosebleed before, Song Pingan was afraid that this time he would get hit badly, so he quickly picked up water to clean his nosebleed.

It was rare for Xue Ming to cooperate with him all the way, which made Song Ping'an feel even more guilty, and without any regard for etiquette and shame, he directly picked him up from the bathtub, picked up the dry handkerchief that was put aside, and wiped him clean , put him on the bed and put his head up.

Before he could say the words of advice, Xue Ming got up by himself, his face was still flushed, and he sat cross-legged on the bed, watching him busy up and down, and said: "The nosebleed has nothing to do with you, it's because I am too angry. Wang."

"What?" Song Ping'an looked at him in disbelief, holding the clothes he was about to change.

Xue Ming covered his face and smiled, staring at his soaked clothes meaningfully.

It was summer, Song Ping'an didn't wear much clothes, and when he was carrying him back, he was sweating, so he opened his clothes a little when he entered the house, and because of the people running in and out in a hurry, the clothes changed. The baggy, uncloakable body made him see clearly.

This is his so-called excessive anger, Song Pingan endured it, cleared the water in the tub, and went back to the room.

However, there was something extra in his hand, Xue Ming felt dizzy and just held on, not knowing what it was.

"Drink this." Song Pingan handed over the bowl.

Xue Ming squinted his eyes, shook his head and said, "Don't drink, you'll be dizzy."

Song Ping'an ordered: "Drink!"

"I don't want to drink, I have a headache." Originally, Xue Ming's drinking capacity was not small, although Xue Jiming's body has completely become his, but some habits have not been changed, such as this small drinking capacity.

The few friends that Tao Zhixing introduced to him were all famous people in the business world, and he had to drink some wine.

He was suddenly drunk all night, and now he was asked to drink something, which was indeed a bit beyond his capacity.

Xue Ming couldn't hold on for a while, Song Pingan sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed the quilt with one hand, took his head to his shoulder with his stiff arms, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and blew it until it was suitable for him. Only when the warm temperature was placed on his lips, "Open your mouth."

Xue Ming couldn't help laughing, and said, "Ping'an, you are more hooligan than I was before."

Except for feeding Aunt Song's medicine before, Song Ping'an had never fed anyone else. Looking at the person lying in his arms, his hands trembled a little.

The soup spilled all over his lips, and Song Pingan took the clean handkerchief next to him and asked him to wipe his mouth.

Xue Ming accepted the handkerchief obediently, but did not make any further moves. Song Pingan sighed inwardly, and could only take the handkerchief over again, and wiped his face.

After finally feeding a bowl of soup, Song Pingan was afraid that he would accidentally spit it out, so he could only rub the pot for him.

After rubbing it, he realized that something was wrong. He lowered his head to look, and Xue Ming raised his head and grinned at him, saying, "You're the one to blame."

"Fuck! You can handle it yourself!" Song Ping'an withdrew his hand, put him on the bed and lay down, and put the bowl down by himself. When he came back, he was already asleep.

After tossing back and forth, it was getting late, Song Pingan tidied himself hastily, and then lay down.

Xue Ming was in a deep sleep and didn't make any movements, but he was a little sleepy, clutching the quilt as if he had been stung by thousands of ants, he turned over and looked at his sleeping face.

Long eyelashes, thin lips, no matter how you look at him, he is a fickle person, he thought.

Not long ago, he was an ignorant young master, but in the blink of an eye he became a profitable businessman.

Even if he kept calling his wife indecently, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that there was a world of difference between the two.

Song Ping'an had to face up to this problem, and there were thousands of mountains and rivers between him and himself.

If he thought about it again, he never thought that he would really fall in love with this kind of scoundrel, and even liked his scoundrel quite a bit.He didn't know how long this person's liking could last. Like those rich people in the village, they usually had to raise a few wives outside.

If he got to that step, Song Pingan really didn't know what he would do.

Although he has never experienced love, if he gets married in the future, he will definitely be good to that one person wholeheartedly.

He has too many unknown emotions towards Xue Ming, maybe because he is afraid that he will become better and better, and he will ignore himself.

He couldn't help giving himself a slap, trying to calm down in the pain, and secretly said: "Why do you think about some messy things, and make yourself like a brother."

I scolded myself in my heart, turned over again, and turned my back to him, but my heart still couldn't calm down, and I couldn't find the crux of the matter for a long time.

Xue Ming felt uncomfortable, and Song Pingan blocked his ears to listen, and reminded himself that even if he died of pain, it had nothing to do with him. In just a second or two, he withdrew his finger, turned over and looked again. He asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he turned over, Xue Ming stopped chewing.

Song Ping'an snorted, but this time he didn't turn over, and put his hand on his lower abdomen and rubbed it gently.

As always, Song Pingan got up as soon as the dawn broke, took the clothes of the two of them to the backyard to wash, dried them, and went back to the room to prepare the washing water. pass it on.