Chapter 39: 39th

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This task, with just a little thought, you can know how ambiguous it is and how many letter scraps may be extended.
However, after looking at the rewards, Su Jiao Jiao completely comprehended a sentence-the gain was proportional to the pay.
In addition to the magical spray used to treat bone injuries, the matchmaker system has not released many things with special effects, but this time, there are only two!
Magical spray for trauma, the tongue of the chef,
It seems that the matchmaker system is ruthless.
However, they also (Mo) allowed Su Jiaojiao and Song Qinghan to be in the current state, knowing that the possibility of her rejection (sexuality) is extremely small, after all, the two are already very close, but they have not arrived at the last step, because Su Jiaojiao Song Qinghan didn't dare to say what he said.
However, as a maternal single, she never took the initiative in this regard, which led to slow progress.
As long as she takes the initiative-what else can't be born?
Su Jiao looked at the translucent screen that was only visible to her in front of her, and the black (color) font on it appeared exceptionally abrupt, and also made her face (color) change for a while, red and blue, and blue and red.
Song Qinghan was very guilty.
He secretly tightened his right arm and hugged the man in his arms even more tightly. His uneasy thought flew involuntarily because of the touch on his arm.
Both of them usually eat well, but he has a lot of exercise, and the fat has turned into muscle (meat rou), but Su Jiao Jiao is just the opposite, but she is not so fat, just holding it very comfortable, soft, as if Without bones.
He kept moving closer, seeing that Jiao Jiao's face (color) was weird, like she was unhappy, she secretly put her chin on her shoulder, and the tip of her nose gently rubbed her (meat) face, sniffing her The peculiar light unknown fragrance, pleased softly coaxed: "Jiaojiao, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt..."
The pain was actually painful, but the wild boars ran over. The others didn't have the power to resist, only he got on, attracted the wild boar's attention, but was injured.
When the wild boar fangs came over, he instinctively avoided. Unfortunately, there was a person behind him. He pushed the person away first, which was only a step slower, and his arms were cut away.
At that moment, Song Qinghan was actually still afraid of something. He was afraid that he was really dead. What should he do?
Don't look at how she treated the fierce woman. Inside, she was just an eighteen-year-old girl. She was timid and coquettish. She spent money on it. Without him, what would happen to her?
Fortunately, all his injuries have been cured. This time, she was delicious and delicious again. She was kept with two cups of (Nai) in the morning and evening, and she was strong, but it was the most powerful time. The injury, but also dangerously killed the wild boar.
Just this day, Su Jiao Jiao went to the wedding of others, not at home, did not see his worst appearance.
In order not to worry her, she was also sad.
Song Qinghan went directly to the hospital, waited for everything to be done, and came back to take a bath, and asked Daniel to help wash the changed clothes. He felt that it was not so bad, so he took a book at home Waiting for her to come back.
His eyes were gentle, his movements were intimate, and his voice was cautious, for fear of her being unhappy.
Su Jiao Jiao naturally felt that as a girl, although she was usually carefree, but at this time unexpectedly sensitive, she also noticed that he changed his clothes, guessed his thoughts, and decisively dropped the unwilling task, no Rolling his eyes angrily, he scorned and said: "As for this? Rest assured, I am not an unreasonable person. You are all injured, what can I do?"
At the end, she asked again: "Have you not eaten lunch? I will make it for you?"
Song Qinghan looked at her vigorously, and her heart was warm and astringent. She told herself countless times in her heart that fortunately she had listened to Daniel's proposal and married her back.
Beside her, he realized the feeling of real home.
Song Qinghan pursed her lips and said nothing, but just nodded her head and looked at her.
Su Jiao Jiao felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He felt that he was too little to look at himself. He snorted arrogantly and got up to cook.
She happened to be hungry too.
It was only she who got up, and Song Qinghan also got up. Her intact right hand automatically held her left hand, and she was stunned and smiled gently.
Su Jiao pouted.
"Ah," Song Qinghan smiled more happily.
Su Jiao Jiao: "..."
She raised her face and said fiercely: "You are all injured, don't move, sit here, I will bring it to you."
"I want to be with you." Song Qinghan whispered, looking down at the clenched hands of the two.
The tall young man in front of him had his head lowered, and his right arm was still injured. He looked strong, but gave him a pitiful feeling. The handsome face showed a small pitiful feeling, and Su Jiao's heart was suddenly soft. If it didn't work, a few sour emotions came out, impatiently said: "Come on, keep up."
Song Qinghan immediately flew again.

When Su Jiao returned, it happened to be the second half of the lunch break in the village, so no matter how busy it was, no one was making trouble.
She came back to know that her man had killed a wild boar.
But she didn't think about eating (meat rou). She just remembered to hang his wound and made him (meat rou) noodle soup. She ate herself and started to wonder how to complete the task later.
This task is even more broken than all previous tasks combined!
As soon as I think about it, Su Jiao Jia couldn't help but blush, but he suffocated and couldn't (expose) such a (sex), otherwise Song Qinghan was afraid that she would go out and Hongxing went out of the wall.
Two emotions are entangled together, how can it be called a weird!
Instead, Song Qinghan looked at her disturbed appearance and always felt that she was injured, so she felt more obsessed and stuck to her all afternoon, followed everywhere, even when going to the toilet, he kept the door, too enough.
Sun Fang also came once and told Su Jiao to let her not be lazy, do more work, don’t push everything to Song Qinghan, he was guilty, and he had to make more delicious supplements of.
Sujiaojia naturally obeyed, in front of her parents, she is always a good girl.
The village was really lively when it was time for work in the afternoon.
The captain shouted in the whole village with a big horn, let everyone go to the rice field to divide (roo rou), and praise the hero by the way-[thanks to Comrade Song Qinghan who killed the wild boar, or not only the crops will be scourge, we all want to thank Comrade Song Qinghan...】
Su Jiao, who was washing vegetables and preparing to cook, was surprised for a moment. He looked at Song Qinghan and smiled: "Go, let's divide (meat rou)."
"Huh." Song Qinghan peeked at her and saw that she was really happy and smiled, and the two held hands together.
This one went out, it was amazing, it was directly a fan meeting of heroes.
Along the way, some people came to talk to her. If Song Qinghan held her hand tightly, she would be squeezed aside.
"Ouch, you know that you are a child. You killed a wild boar alone!"
"Jiao Jiao is also a blessed child. He married Qing Han and lived a good life in the future, giving birth to a big fat boy..."
Su Jiao blushed and smiled shyly.
I remembered the shameful task that I wished I could get into the soil.
And Song Qinghan, who was also teased, had a slightly darker face, and it was dark red. Fortunately, not many people could see it, but it was obvious that his expression was somewhat unnatural.
The uncles and aunts didn't know their true situation, and shook their heads one by one: "It's been half a year since we got married, so shy?"
Fortunately, Song Qinghan found that his hand holding Jiao Jiao was sweating in his heart, and his heart was funny and sweet, and he immediately helped to relieve the siege.
Followed a group of people to the rice field, and was surrounded by some people. Unlike the purely lively people before, they were afraid of each one with a lot of excitement (color), and they came soon. Bend over: "Qinghan, if it weren't for you, my dazhu would have lost half of his life, thanks to you..."
"Qinghan, our family's Fangzi is also thanks to you, your child is good..."
"It's okay, it should be." Song Qinghan avoided their salute and responded with a warm voice.
Su Jiao Jiao looked aside, she was also in a lively center, but because of the (sexual) child, she was not so excited, after all, it was not her who was praised.
It was only at this moment that a group of people looked at them, with envy, sigh and goodwill, and full of gratitude, Su Jiao suddenly felt a bit proud and proud.
She leaned her head toward the man next to her, and there was a little pride in her eyes.
Worthy of being someone she likes, it really is excellent!
Song Qinghan was keenly aware that the eyes of the villagers were different, his ears moved, his eyes were reddish, and there was a hint of shyness hidden under his eyes, but he was even more upright (chest xiong).
...
Because the wild boar was killed by Song Qinghan, everyone is based on the work points of this year (meat rou), but their family is compensated, so they directly gave a piece of trotters, even with the place of (meat rou), plus Estimated (touched Mo) together a dozen pounds, several times more than others.
And there are only two of them!
Many people are sour in this comparison, but when they think about why this is happening, everyone is silent.
So many (meat rou), Su Jiao Jiao originally wanted to get it, but in the end could not afford it, and could only be taken by the injured Song Qinghan.
Fortunately, Su Jianhua and Su Jianjun also came soon. It was Song Qinghan who took the (meat rou), and the two of them struggled to it: "Brother sent you back, your parents said, you were injured. Jianjun and I took turns to fetch you water in the morning and afternoon."
Zhang Qian followed, listening to his own man's words, suddenly helplessly help his forehead, this idiot can just say no, why should (gangan) become a parent?
"Thanks." Song Qinghan smiled and accepted the offer.
Su Jiao also shook his intact right hand and smiled and thanked the two elder brothers: "Thank you elder brother!"
"You're welcome!" Both waved hands, smiling.
Su Zhengyang and Sun Fang took a step forward (meat rou), walked behind and looked at the children in front, they felt a lot more comfortable, and they were right to separate, they at least knew what was their own, what was not their own Yes, I no longer feel that being given is a matter of course.
People who know how to make a difference are easy to get along with.
This (meat rou) is too much. Both Su Jiao and Song Qinghan will definitely not be able to eat it, but they can sell it.
Ji Xuan proposed to make (meat rou) buns. Now that the weather is cold, (meat rou) buns can't be broken, and they are mixed with vegetables and (meat rou), and the ingredients are added to make (meat rou) buns. Can't eat wild boar (meat rou) or domestic pigs.
But making buns is very troublesome. Su Jiao hesitated again and again, still pulling Sun Fang and two sisters-in-law to join the battle.
So that night, Su Jiao Jiao said what he was doing, and the whole family in Su family was forced, and scared Sun Fang raised his palm to Su Jiao Jiao for the first time, wanting to pump her.
Fortunately, as soon as she was cute and coquettish, she escaped the crisis.
"Your kid is brave!" Sun Fang poked her daughter's head in her arms, her hands itchy, and she couldn't help it. She could only stare at Song Qinghan: "You too, four years older than Jiao Jiao, she doesn't understand, you Not sensible?"
Song Qinghan bowed his head, obediently vomited.
Su Jiao Jiao covered her face with guilty conscience, and in fact, she was actually one year older than Song Qinghan.
Zhang Qian and Li Xiu were not so afraid, but after a short period of fear, they immediately understood why Su Jiao Jiao was so generous, not only with Song Qinghan's subsidies, but also secretly doing business secretly.
Zhang Qian took the lead and said: "Mom, it's actually okay. After all, it's not the little girl who goes out to sell things. The danger is not so much. I want to make buns with the little girl."
"I think too!" Li Xiu nodded decisively: "I (Huaihuai) was pregnant and just didn't go to work, and no one said anything."
"Mom, will you come together? We can make a better life when we make money..." Su Jiao Jiao arched in her arms.
Sun Fang's face (color) changed, but he looked at the girl who kept playing coquettishly, hesitating, and nodded in agreement.
The four grandfathers said nothing. They didn't care about the family, they just listened to the instructions.
So they hit it off, and at 12 o'clock that day, a small group of them formed temporarily!
In the middle of the night, Sun Fang led two daughter-in-laws to her daughter's house secretly. A group of people made buns together. Song Qinghan sent her whistle and took a break.
He was injured and didn't have to work the next day. It was okay later, so he could make up with her by then.
At three o'clock in the morning, I got hundreds of buns, Ji Xuan rode a bike, and sent them out in a big basket. Some of them cooperated with others, and some sold by themselves. They made less, but they were also safer.
But when things go out, they don’t have to deal with the rest, just waiting for the final payment.

Su Jiao Jiao yawned and locked the door, and drowsyly wished to turn her head straight down (sleep Shui), so she walked a little unstable, and when she entered the hall, the threshold tripped her directly.
"Ah--" She whispered and was about to fall.
Song Qinghan's face (color) changed slightly, and he immediately reached out to pick her up, finally pulling the person into his arms, but the wound on his left arm came with a tearing pain, which made him take a breath.
Su Jiao quickly stood up (shen) and panicked: "What's the matter? Did you get a wound?"
"It's okay." Song Qinghan shook his head, but his voice showed weakness.
Su Jiao (Shui Shui) disappeared all at once, and lit the candle directly. The kerosene lamp was obviously not bright enough.
After holding it, Su Jiao Jiao turned and pulled Song Qinghan outside, only to find that his arm had already been stained with blood.
"I'm sorry." Su Jiao Jiao whispered, letting him sit by the bed with red eyes: "I'll change your medicine."
Song Qinghan shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
Su Jiao did not say anything. Does she know if it hurts?
She carefully disassembled the blood-stained bandage, only to find that his wound was much larger than expected, almost spanning the entire arm, the blood was stained around the red, and the torn wound was stitched with red thread, but more It hurts, it's even more dazzling to watch, scary.
When Su Jiao moved, his hands were shaking and shaking, carefully wiped (dry gan) clean blood stains, and then smeared the medicine.
This medicine was bought from the system when the two first got married when he was sick. It was similar to iodine. It was not used up. There are many more than the medicine prescribed by the doctor, but it seems to be a new wound. (Thorn ci) agitation (sexual xing) is very large, when applying medicine, Song Qinghan obviously the whole person is tight.
In order to prevent the clothes from being stained and the wounds from being infected, Song Qinghan didn't wear a coat, and her muscular figure appeared (showed) in front of her.
Su Jiao Jiao shook his hand and applied medicine to him, and then wrapped the gauze, and immediately flew into his arms, tears in grievances.
The pain in the arm was numb, but Song Qinghan didn't care. Instead, he cried and hugged the person in his arms, whispering comfort: "It's okay, it really doesn't hurt, and you didn't mean it."
Su Jiao shook his head, still silent, with his small arms around his back, suddenly (touching Mo) to an uneven skin, a little strange (touching Mo) (touching Mo), just wondering what this is, blessing the soul : "Is there any injuries here?"
"Hmm." Song Qinghan nodded, his breath seemed to be hotter, turned his head slowly, and gently touched her face, "Okay, it's okay, let's (sleep Shui) feel?"
Su Jiao's eyes flashed slightly and asked in a low voice: "Are there many scars on your body? I want to see."
Song Qinghan's throat moved slightly, his lips tightened, suppressing the sudden surge of emotion, and coaxed: "Not good-looking."
"Then I have to watch too!" Jiao Didi's voice was nasal, and the tears that had dripped on his back were not dry (gan), and some were chilling.
Song Qinghan was reluctant to object and had to say, "Look, then."
Su Jiao Jiao lip smile, really opened his eyes to look for wounds on his body, by the way, peek at the strong eight abdominal muscles and thin waist.
The first one is the scar on her back that she (Mo) touched.
It is still very large, about two decimetres.
Su Jiao suspected that the scar at that time may have exposed all her bones. Her apex seemed to have been dripped with two drops of lemon, sour tears whirling, and she slowly lowered her head.
Song Qinghan was a bit unnatural. With so many scars on his body, he grew like a centipede. He was so ugly that he couldn’t bear to look straight at him. Now he was looked at by Jiao Jiao, as if he was publicly punished in the most embarrassing place, making him uncomfortable. .
His hands on his knees were tightened and his fists clenched. His body was stiff, and he felt a little cold. His cold body was trembling, and the pale (colored) lips petals became more bloodless (colored), and his eyes closed, as if at a low level. Abandoned puppy.
Suddenly a soft touch touched the back of the wound.
At that moment, Song Qinghan was tight all over, his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were full of consternation.
If he didn't feel wrong-she was kissing his scar.
Song Qinghan gritted his teeth and shuddered more and more. This time, it was no longer cold but hot.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
She moved away.
Song Qinghan was reluctant to move her lips, but failed to make a sound. She was stiff like a piece of wood.
Immediately afterwards, the soft little finger came down and touched another scar.
Song Qinghan took a deep breath, only to feel that he seemed to be dreaming, some fluttering, so that he could not help but want to spend a lifetime in the dream.
Finally, she stopped.
"Jiaojiao~" Song Qinghan yelled lowly.
The hoarse voice contained strong emotions.
Su Jiao's dumb "huh" made a reply, which was a response. At this time, her face was about to explode as if it were about to be burned, and it was too shameful.
But she felt sweet again, the sweetness felt from the bottom of her heart.
There is still a place.
Su Jiao remembered that he also had a wound on his abdomen.
Do you want to continue...
Su Jiao Jia was thinking, suddenly her waist was tight, then she was thrown down, and she was suddenly stunned: "Careful wound!"
Song Qinghan smirked: "I see." Then (kiss wen) went up.
As for Su Jiaojiao's full mind or: Do you want to continue to the third one?
That's too late……
This time, Song Qinghan didn't want to let go. When the two lips separated, he turned to her earlobe and bit her teeth lightly, whispering, "It's yours first."
He was afraid that Tang would surprise her, and the more he liked it, the more precious he was, reluctant to be reluctant at all, but since she took the initiative first, she didn't have to wait any longer.
Su Jiao was agitated by the strange feeling (thorn ci), and only remembered one thing: "That... don't move your hands..."
"Okay." He responded softly and picked her up with one hand~

Awake (sleeping Shui) wakes up, Su Jiao looks at the window, it seems that it's getting late.
Very hungry.
It was too late last night. After the first time, there was a truce. Her dizzy mind actually remembered the last one (kiss wen).
She struggled to get up, and the devil grabbed the wound in his abdomen.
So she was thrown down again.
Song Qinghan felt that she was suggesting that she did not expect her to be so bearable, and he no longer hesitated to release all her enthusiasm.
Sujiao Jiao, who knows afterwards: "..." I am not me without! It's a misunderstanding!
However, it was too late. In Song Qinghan's heart, Su Jiao Jiao was a passionate little girl, and he was very satisfied.
Thinking of these, Su Jiao Mu Mu's brain became more and more dull, the only comfort was that the task was completed.
She sat up, holding her alone, but she already smelled the smell of the food.
Thinking about it, Song Qinghan came in and saw her wake up and said quietly: "Are you hungry? Get up and eat."
Su Jiao blushed shamefully, with indescribable things in his mind, and he bowed his head: "Well, you go out first."
"Okay." Song Qinghan nodded temperately, turned around and took her by the way.
Su Jiao Jia was relaxed now, while wearing clothes, he asked: [Hong Hong, how to use the chef's tongue? 】
[Rewards have been distributed, the host does not have to worry, they will know when they taste the food. 】
Su Jiao Jiao pouted and got out of bed.
With this movement, my waist and legs felt sore and my legs were a bit soft. She blamed her for not exercising for a long time. This movement could not be carried.
But Song Qinghan was honest, even squeezed her toothpaste and put it there.
Su Jiao didn't think her brain was clear until she was full, and asked, "Did Jixuan come back?"
"When I came back, the money was all here. She took her copy. As long as 20% of it was available, you would distribute the rest." Song Qinghan said, putting all the money on the table and giving her a tap.
Su Jiao nodded and divided the money into five parts. He and Song Qinghan made two parts. The remaining three parts, he got up and prepared to send them to his home.
But she only walked into the yard. Aunt Wang, who was right next door, came out and saw her, smiled tightly and ridiculed: "Jiaomi, how long have you both been married? How come you are so grumpy? I can't do anything in the future."
Su Jiao's vigorous pace was stiff, and he looked at Aunt Wang languidly, as if he had been struck by thunder.
Aunt Wang (sex) smiled weirdly and said, "Why are you shy, all come over here."
Su Jiao Jiao: "..."
She rushed back with a distorted face, and was fiercely washing the dishes with one hand. An innocent Song Qinghan took two bites and vaguely said, "Asshole! Don't come here, don't come, now it's all right, it's all being punished I heard!!!"
Generally speaking, rural houses are not close together, and it is inaudible without making big noises.
They didn’t worry about being buns when they were making buns yesterday, because no one talked about the buns’ voice.
But... it was her who ignited, and Song Qinghan was a 22-year-old lad, holding back for so long, where could he give up.
Originally, she refused for the last time. As a result, this person was bothering her and annoying her. As a result, she shouted directly when she was irritable, and then she kept begging for mercy.
It must have been heard at this time!
She was angry and angry, and now she didn't want to see anyone anymore, biting his shoulder, sobbing, grievances, embarrassment, and embarrassment and anger.
Song Qinghan was guilty of letting her bite, patting her back with a soothing right hand, coaxing softly: "I'm wrong, don't be angry, don't be angry, angry is bad for (body)..."
"Do you want to change it?" Su Jiao Jiao asked coldly. She felt that as the head of the family, she also had to control it in this respect. Later, she said that she could do it, but she could not.
Song Qinghan, who didn't listen well on weekdays, shook his head decisively: "...not change!"