doting queen

The burden that fell on the ground was picked up by Zhuang Yan. The gray fabric was embroidered with orchids, which was delicate and cute. He held it lightly in his hand, and he flicked off the dust on it.

The man Zhuangzhuang from the same village jokingly said: "I said you are so bold, you scared the young master to tears, and let the master know that you will be killed."

"Shut up!" Zhuang Yan liked to listen to the young master's official tone, he put the little bundle under his arm cherishingly, and looked at the place where the young master left.

"Brother Yan, are you planning to send it to the young master?"

Zhuang Yan didn't return to him, and went back to the house with one foot deep and one shallow.

He closed the door and opened the little bundle. Inside were the fur coats that the young master fit close to his body. They were all made of high-quality materials, slippery and soft. When touched in his hand, it was as if he was touching the young master. He licked his fingertips. , Thinking of the wet look of the young master again, his breath suddenly became hot.

That night Zhuangyan thought about sending the little burden over there, chatting with the young master by the way, listening to his soft voice, and getting a good night's sleep.

The place where the young master lives is not far from here. It is a secondary courtyard. No one has lived in it for a long time. The place is full of dust and it is troublesome to clean it up.

Zhuang Yan arrived at the door and before he entered, he heard Fu Gui scolding the young master like a master, "Come here, you are not allowed to order me to do things in the future, and you can do whatever I ask you to do!"

The young master is not welcome in the house, but he has a beautiful and beautiful mother, and the hard work is done by servants, how could he do such a thing.

He stood at the door with a wooden stick, whenever dust drifted over, he would just hide aside, his brows were tightly frowned, he was a lively and delicate young master.

This little appearance made Zhuang Yanhan die.

Fu Gui cursed, picked up stones and threw him, the young master couldn't avoid it, so he got hit a few times in vain, tears flowed out instantly, only choked up.

Fugui felt relieved, went to tidy up a house and came out, set up a small stove in the yard, dug out two stalks of corn and cooked them.

The young master froze in place, swallowing secretly.

When the corn was ripe, Fugui fished it out, gave the young master one without saying anything, squatted on the steps and ate it on his own, and snorted coldly during the process.

After eating, he threw the corn on the cob and stepped on the bottom of his feet, "Want to eat, come and lick my feet, and I will lick this corn on the cob for you!"

The young master curled his lips and shook his head vigorously.

Fugui put his hands behind his back, very satisfied.

When he left, the young master imitated the appearance of being rich, found a root of corn and threw it into the small pot, dragging his chin to watch the corn slowly cooking.

The smell of corn wafted out, and the little nose moved. Xu Shi was really hungry. He reached out to fish it, but he was scalded.

Yubai Yubai's fingers loosened, and the corn fell to the ground and rolled in a circle. It was so dingy that it was completely inedible.

The young master looked at the room where Fugui slept with red eyes, got up and walked over, and whispered, "Fugui, I'm so hungry!"

Fugui shouted at the top of his voice, "What are you shouting for? If you keep disturbing me, I'll come out and beat you to death, and throw you to the mountain for the wolves to take away!"

The young master groaned twice, not daring to call anymore. He remembered that when he got there, there were wolves in the night.

He returned to the yard silently, tiptoed to remove the corn from the door frame, and put two in. With the experience of last time, he held the corn very carefully, wrapped it in his clothes, and blew in small mouths.

Majesty seemed to have turned into a corn in his palm, and the heart he blew was beating very fast, thumping, as if it was about to explode.

The young master in the room didn't notice anyone peeping. He bit the corn with his bright red mouth. The leftover corn was old and hard and had no sweet taste. His expression of anticipation changed when he took the first bite, and his eyes were heavy like stars. come down.

However, he didn't have anything else to eat, so he could only continue to eat in small bites. His tongue licked his lips from time to time, making his lips moist.

What a grinding goblin.

Zhuang Yan's heart was like thunder, he had never experienced such an experience, being made uncomfortable three times in a day, he just wanted to rush in and push that young master back, and pecked his little mouth fiercely under his body.

The young master ate half a corn for two quarters of an hour.

But before leaving, he had to teach Fugui a lesson, he kicked open the door and walked in, pinched Fugui's neck, and slapped Fugui in the face.

"Dog!" Zhuang Yan kicked him away, much harder than when he hit the young master just now.

Fugui was stunned by the slap in the face, spit out a mouthful of blood, then rolled on the ground, yelling loudly, begging for mercy on his knees with a bruised nose and swollen face.

A few minutes later, Yan Yan came out from the inside exhaling hot breath, and he glanced at the young master.The young master just heard the movement, afraid that he would come and beat him too, so he huddled in a corner.

However, there is something more in the eyes, like worship.

Zhuang Yan still didn't return the little burden to the young master, he had to wait for the young master to come to him to ask for it, and then...

Back in the back room, he took out the young master's fur coat, which had a faint milky smell, and he thought that one day he would have to take off the young master's clothes to have a look.Where does this smell come from.

Thinking about it, he seemed to see the delicate young master taking off his clothes, his body was white and tender, and it felt very comfortable to the touch.

Zhuang Yan only felt thirsty, his throat tightened so thirsty, his Adam's apple slipped up and down, he had to do something, otherwise he would die of pain.

He went to the chicken coop to pick up two eggs, knocked them into a bowl, chopped green onion and ginger into fine pieces and sprinkled them on top, and put a white steamed bun into the steamer together.

A few minutes later, the fragrant egg custard was ready, put it into the Shau Kei, dressed solemnly, and went to deliver food to the young master.