Chapter 57: My life's favorite

"Now?" Song worry eyes flashed, some tempted.
Is there someone who does not hate himself and is willing to say so much to himself.
Moreover, he looked at his own eyes and was full of appreciation and friendship. Song Wuyi really did not want to refuse the invitation of the pastoral.
"Whenever you can!" Mumu saw Song Wushou did not refuse, the smile on his face was more sunny.
Song Wuyou just wanted to say good, but she thought about going to the tailor shop for clothes in the past two days. She smiled embarrassedly.
"Wait next week, I have no time in these two days."
"Row!"

What fun is there in the ranch?


Equestrian, archery, drinking kumiss and enjoying the beautiful scenery of nature.

As soon as he heard riding and archery, Song’s worry-free eyes were even more radiant, and his hands were a little itchy.
Song Wuxi smiled and looked at Mugu, mysteriously said: "These are my favorite."
The fascinating peach blossoms of the pastoral scene flashed: "That would be best."
He got together, near Song Worry, and said mysteriously: "These are also my life's favorite."
Song Wuyi turned his head and smiled at him with a smile: "The love of a lifetime?"
The animal husbandry eyes circulate on the face of Song Wushou beauty, hooking his lips, nodding: "Yeah."
Song has no worries and blinks, and the beauty of the cockroaches reveals suspiciousness. "Isn't it a woman or money that is your favorite life?"
"Women only like my appearance and my money, can not pin my feelings for life. Money is a thing outside of the body, it can only bring me material satisfaction, but can not give me spiritual happiness."
"Only those can be?"
"Yes."
Song Wuxi joked and said: "Do you like a stallion or a mare?"
"Mare."
"..."
"Because it has milk for me, I like kumiss."
Song Wuxi giggled, "I am."
"I didn't expect us to have the same taste. Haha..."
......
Gu Yu stood in the stairwell and looked at Song Wuyou and Mumu. He said that there was a chat, and the gloom was stunned.
For the first time, he saw Song Wuxiao smile so beautifully, laughing so heartily.
Like the dawn of a sharp sword, he stared at the animal husbandry almost to the left arm of Song Wu’s arm.
Is he so close to his wife, looking for death?
It seems that the two people feel the cold and cold eyes of Gu Yu at the same time.
The two people who were laughing at the same time looked up at him.
Seeing that he was cold with a handsome face, Song’s worry-free smile soon disappeared.
When she saw this man, she had no good mood.
Shemu did not notice his dangerous position. He smiled at Gu Yu: "Auntie, your wife is really good at cooking tea."
Gu Yu's cold eyes swept the tea set on the coffee table. In fact, he also smelled a tea fragrance.
But he does not believe that Song Wushou will cook tea.
His gaze, with a dark look at Song Wushou.
This woman, is it the Song of the past?
"What are you still standing there? There is still a cup left for you to taste."
Shemu was sitting straight, and the slender fingers tapped on the coffee table and gave a soft "giggle" sound.
"How are you still here?" Gu Yu lifted his legs and walked step by step. The tall body came with a cold scent.
Mugo: "It's not because the tea that is cooked without worry is too good."