Chapter 218: I heard... you don't have Xiao Tintin?

This morning, the sun was shining and there were no clouds.
Su Mu was sitting at the kitchen door with a cucumber in her mouth and another chin on her chin. She seemed to be worrying about something, and she had been in this state for a long time.
I put the refrigerator in the child: [what is the small chest thinking ○’ω’○]
The wind blows the egg cool: [Obviously thinking of men. 】
The wind blows the cool: [How do you know that the small chest is thinking of men? 】
The wind blows the egg: "Because this small chest looks like an elder sister, when you think of your elder brother-in-law." 】
The wind blows the chicken cool:【Wife QAQ】
The wind blows cool: [Who is your wife! Get out of here! 】
In the barrage, you made me laugh with one word, but Su Mu glanced away and silently withdrew her gaze. She was still thinking about the matter that Shen Nanxian brought back the little lotus girl yesterday.
No. 38 knocked melon seeds and asked: "Why don't you want to get closer to your male god?"
"I just think... the male is more and more indistinct."
On the 38th, "Oh" sounded, and asked with interest: "Don't you have a good impression of Shen Nanxian from the beginning? Why did you suddenly feel that you can't play it?"
"It's because the Master Zhuang is so good." Su Mu took another bite of cucumber and said slowly: "If my strategy is successful, I can't stand to face the hero of the Master Zhuang in the next three days. ."
It is precisely because of this that Su Mu's adorable feelings have gradually yielded to her reason.
"You women really think too much." No. 38 said: "But if a man really has a beloved person, he doesn't need a woman to remind him, he will also consciously draw a line with other people and let his woman feel at ease. , This is also the responsibility of men, just like me, I treat my family..."
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The voice of No. 38 stopped abruptly.
Su Mu wondered, "Little White?"
"Time has passed too long too long..." No. 38 laughed at himself, "I forgot her name, maybe soon, I will forget her appearance."
However, the only one who loves this memorable person so much can never forget it.
Since that fire, his memory has deteriorated a lot.
Su Mu has never heard No. 38 speak in such a sad tone. She suddenly remembered that a girl named Yan Ruo told her that No. 38's wife was buried in the sea of ​​fire on the day of their wedding. Thinking of the person he liked, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable for him.
She can accept various tasks to match the cp that the audience wants to match, but she can't help No. 38 and his bride together. For a while, she and No. 38 don't speak.
"Brother Su Mu!" Xiao Aqiu ran over. He sat beside Su Mu and said, "Recently, my mother sent me to a private school to study. Tomorrow, the master will test me to recite poems, but I have forgotten many of them. Niang said you are a scholar, can I ask you?"
Su Mu, who is just outside the sky, said casually: "You ask."
"Three thousand people in the harem... what's the next sentence?"
Su Mu blurted out, "The iron pestle can also be ground into needles."
"Oh, this is the original sentence." Xiao Aqiu took notes and asked again, "What about the next sentence, which is poor?"
"The rich are wives and concubines."
The eager little Aqiu wrote down again, "That's right, there are...what belts are getting wider and you don't regret it?"
Su Mu, sighing about Shen Nanxian, sighed, "Furong tent warms the spring night."