After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

Han Song didn't understand the twists and turns in his words, "Okay", he nodded and said, "I plan to follow you tomorrow if you don't mention it, don't go looking for someone if you don't find it, you will lose you instead."

Dong Chuanlin pouted, "What are you talking about, do I look like such a stupid person!" You are the fool who doesn't understand style.

"It's more similar now." Han Song laughed twice, touched his arm, "give me a seat."

Dong Chuanlin rolled in a circle, and after Han Song lay down, he rolled back in the same way until the two were close to each other.

The summer is hot and dry, but fortunately there is a big tree in the backyard of Dong's house, which blocks most of the heat.No matter how cool it is, it is still summer, the air is sticky and hot, and the body that is close to it gradually heats up.

The refreshment of the cold water shower passed quickly, and Han Song felt that it was hot from the inside to the outside. He pointed his finger at the thigh next door, "Come over, I'm about to fall."

The slack muscles suddenly tightened, and Dong Chuanlin stiffly moved one arm inward.

The moonlight is hazy, and everything you see is covered with a layer of veil.

Last night's sleepless night and today's busy running around failed to stop his restless heart, Dong Chuanlin's hands and feet were dishonest, clasping his palms and scratching his calves, provocative and restless.

After being patient for a while, the small movements didn't stop but intensified. Han Song tilted his head and looked at him like a mirror, "Do you have something to say?"

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, and was afraid that he might not be able to see clearly in the dark, so he responded softly: "Yes."

The restless palm was held back the moment he spoke, and the powerful confinement made his heart tremble a little.He licked his dry lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't think of what to say after being quarreled by you. I will tell you when I think about it some other day."

Swallowing the scripted words, "Stop talking, go to sleep!" He broke free from the restraint, turned over and left the back of his head.

After a year, watching the eldest sister get married, and then watching her go home in poverty, the sourness and distress in my heart are hard to explain in a few words, so why bother in vain.

Suddenly, a big palm rested on his thin waist, Dong Chuanlin's lightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, he held his breath and pretended to be asleep.

With a hook of his big palm, he let out an exclamation, and fell into his arms in a blink of an eye.

His skin was scalding hot, his warm breath fell on his neck, Dong Chuanlin's lips were slightly parted, as if he had been tapped on the Ya acupuncture point, and he couldn't make any sound.

Immediately, the hand on the waist patted twice, as if coaxing a child, "Sleep peacefully, I am here."

……

Chunfeng Pavilion is well-known in Daishan Town. Apart from the spacious facade and the heroic shopkeeper with its backing, the main reason is because of the people inside.

No matter how luxurious the facade is, it can't compare to the pretty face of a charming woman and a handsome man.

The most outstanding thing in Chunfeng Pavilion is Xiaoguan.

Strong, delicate, glamorous, coquettish, all kinds of styles and styles are available.

The stance of open and unannounced visits must be sufficient, Dong Chuanlin borrowed two sets of clothes on purpose, and put one on his body, he really has the noble air of a rich man.

Han Song's back is straight, his eyebrows are sharp and his eyes are starry. Just looking at his back can fascinate everyone.

"Smile." Dong Chuanlin patted him on the cheek, "You are going to be chic, not to kill/people." With a dark complexion and a serious, cold face, who dares to do your business.

"There are so many requests." Han Song replied with a half-hearted smile.

As soon as the sun sets, the sun shines on the earth, and the land of fireworks is dyed with tenderness.

The beauty at the door raised her handkerchief, her eyebrows and eyes were hooked, and the little brother and son kept shouting, with a very sweet mouth.

Pretending to be a son-in-law is a piece of cake for Dong Chuanlin, as long as he doesn't care about his wallet, everything is easy to talk about.

As soon as he walked to the door, Dong Chuanlin got into the mood, opened and closed a folding fan, never let down the smile on his lips, and took only two steps, which provoked quite a few Yingying and Yanyan.

For a moment, Han Song was in a daze with his ease.

Did he come to inquire about news or for entertainment?

The very winking old bustard clung to him, only seeing Dong Chuanlin in his eyes and words, completely ignoring Han Song who had a dark face and said nothing.

No matter how pretending it is, it is a lie after all. Dong Chuanlin dared not speak much for fear of revealing his secrets, so he waved his hand: "I heard that you have a young man named Zhuohua who is very pretty, so call me to have a look."

"This..." The bustard's smile froze, "Could it be that the young master misremembered the name? Think about it again?"

Dong Chuanlin glanced at her, "Afraid I don't have money?" You can't tell if you don't have money.

"How can it be?" the old bustard smiled apologetically, "You go upstairs and sit down first, and I'll invite you right away." After she finished speaking, she glanced at Han Song again, "Who does this young man want? I'll take them together shout."

"Let's go together." Dong Chuanlin dragged Han Song up the stairs swaggeringly.

Seeing the two of them enter the room, the old bustard looked away, and the bloody smile was put away in an instant, and she asked the maid to call for someone with a cold face.

"I can't tell, these two are fine." The woman in purple smiled and said, shaking her handkerchief, "I'm pretending to be here, but I'm thinking about Zhuohua's arrogance .”

"Shut up." The bustard turned cold, "Go to the door, don't be an eyesore here."

The woman in purple pouted and reluctantly twisted her waist and left.

The old bustard glanced at the closed door, and summoned a young servant to order: "Take care of it more, and order the backyard to make a tonic soup."

"Have you brought enough money?" Han Song habitually looked around as soon as he entered the house. The furnishings and displays in the house were full of extravagance. Just breaking a vase would not be enough for a year's harvest.

Dong Chuanlin lay down on the low bed comfortably, and said casually: "No, but I'm at ease with you here." If you don't have money, you can run away, and if you don't enjoy the service, you don't count as eating a king's meal.

The waiting time was a bit boring. Dong Chuanlin changed from lying down to sitting up. The time didn't pass much, and his posture changed a lot.

Han Song took a book from the bookshelf and was reading it. He poked his head in and saw it was a book on war.

"The shopkeeper here is also really interesting. Putting this book on war, and thinking that the prostitute/guest will not be able to fight in the field." After receiving Han Song's sharp eyes, Dong Chuanlin sat up straight, and added in a strange way: "later Don't be dazzled, don't forget the business."

So many heroes have been defeated in the Beauty Pass, Zhu'er who can make Tong Meng unable to walk must have something special.I am not afraid of the beauties who are all charming, but I am afraid of the young lady who is very seductive.

Although he has confidence in Han Song, a man with a blank slate of feelings is really compared with a young man in the flirtatious business, and the verdict is high.

No matter how high the self-confidence was, it was shattered.

Han Song gave him a white look and continued to read.

After a while, the boy knocked on the door, followed by people.

Dong Chuanlin pretended to be lying half-lying arrogantly, he didn't look at people directly, and his gestures were full of the dandy spirit of a young master.

The boy left after saying a few flattering words, the door was closed and Dong Chuanlin tilted his head to look at the person.The four eyes met, and he almost rolled off the platform.

Seeing this, Han Song quickly stretched out his hand to support him, covered his mouth with his fist and coughed, and said in a low voice, "Did you remember the wrong name?"

Dong Chuanlin was also confused.

The person in front of him had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and a resolute and cold face.At first glance, he was not much thinner and shorter than Han Song.

If the two walked together, no one would stop them and say that they were not qualified.

Zhuohua was used to the straightforward and undisguised eyes of the guests, so he didn't pay attention to the small expressions of Dong Chuanlin and Han Song, and put his hands on his waist as a gesture to take off his clothes.

Halfway through the belt, he looked up at the two of them.

"Which of you two will come first?"

Han Song coughed twice again, Dong Chuanlin swallowed twice and dared not make a sound.

Zhuo Hua smiled, took off his shirt, rolled it into a ball and threw it aside.

He smiled and said, "It's okay for the two of you to be together, but it's not that fun, just don't mind it."

The author has something to say:

Dong Chuanlin: What's going on!What about the skinny young man who was promised, why is there a strong attack? !

Aku (looking up at the sky): I don't understand what you are talking about.

Han Song: If you're not thinner and shorter than me, why not?Do you want to gain a sense of presence or want to push me?

Aku: Dare not dare, you are the hero and you are the biggest!Tomorrow I will tell him to leave quickly.