Chapter 170: love words

The defending all the way out of the wooden box out of the government, walking aimlessly, what is called far? Got out of the capital city? The defending champion feels that the six people are the best to never live the best. The streets are all people who visit relatives and friends, and the weather of the New Year is very lively. The defending did not know how long he had gone, and finally heard the sound of hitting the iron on the roadside.
The iron shop owner picked up a business a year ago. I didn’t expect the blacksmith in the shop to fall ill. I went back to my hometown and went to see one another. I saw that the delivery day was getting closer, and the work set by the guests. There are still so many unfinished. Doing business is a matter of word of mouth. If the customer's goods are mistaken, the boss's business will be difficult to do, so the boss has to go through the new year and start the work.
The defending man entered the blacksmith shop with a wooden box.
The boss saw the visitor, and he left the work in his hand and greeted him. He said: "Guest, I am not picking up new life here. You will come back after fifteen."
The defending champion said: "I want to burn something."
The boss looked at the wooden box in the hand of defending and said, "Is the guest officer burning this?"
"Yes," the defending nodded.
The boss has been working for a few years, and he hasn’t met a door-to-door to burn things.
Guest,
the boss will look at the defending and see,
You can burn this wooden box wherever you can!

The defending star looked at the furnace burning with raging fire. "You burned clean here."
"What is in your box?" The boss asked, he looked at the defending look is not right.
The defending did not ask the boss. When he raised his hand, he threw the wooden box with the six heads into the furnace.
"Guest, what are you?" The boss yelled, and it wasn't a big deal to burn things, but can't just throw it in? There are a few more things like this. What kind of molten iron does he still cook in this stove?
The defending gave a piece of broken silver to the boss and said, "I want to watch it here."
"Then please, please," the boss did not speak. The business is the money, and if he has the money, he will not ask so much, and he will be happy with the guests.
The defending champion stood by the fire and looked at the wooden box together with the head of the dead six to become ashes.
The boss and the guys waited until the defending car left, and then closed the stove door of the stove, and opened a thick layer of ash in the stove to see if the defending was burning something. As a result, only a little whitish ash was found in the stove.
"Not going to be ashes?" There is a man who said.
"Don't talk nonsense!" The boss said this young man said: "The big man said that the dead, a year of anger!"
"What is this?" The young man asked.
"No matter," the boss wiped the sweat on his face and looked at the defending. It was not like the people from the civilians. The big family, the businessman is better off, "open the stove, then work." !"
The blacksmith shop was busy again, and the defending was left behind by the people in the shop.
The defending champion returned to Xiangfu and listened to the seven sons saying that Luo Wei had slept after drinking the soup. He was going to enter Rowe's bedroom to see Luo Wei.
"Da Big Brother," said the seven sons behind: "Look at the charcoal in the son's room, is it burning?"
"Okay," defending the promise, and entered the bedroom of Rowe.
"Are you back?" When the defending man stood by the bed and reached out to touch Rovi's forehead, Rowe squinted.
"The son is awake?"
"I haven't slept," Rowe said. "Where have you been? Lost your personal head for so long?"
The defending man sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "I burned that thing to gray."
Luo Wei "ah", "You threw it, and ran to burn?"
The defending nodded.
"It’s burned," Luo Wei said with a smile, saying, "This is clean."
"I won't say this in the future," defending the body and whispering to Luo Wei: "There is no such person."
"Okay," Rowe said. "I forgot about that."
The defending face had a smile and said: "The son said that he wants to do it."
"Where are you going to destroy the corpse?" Luo Wei pulled the defending back down again. "There is gray on the head," he said, licking the dust on his hair. "I want to take a shower this evening. Wash it."
The defending champion said: "The wife said that she could not take a bath for the past three days, saying that she would wash away the blessings of this year."
"Do you still believe this?" Rowe said with a smile: "I have been lying on these days, and my body is stinking."
"How can a son be stinky?" Wei Wei said: "I have to clean the body for the son."
"It’s really boring," Rowe reached into the defending nose and lowered his nose. "You smell."
Wei Wei really smelled it and said: "It is the taste of the fragrant pancreas."
Luo Wei got up and said to defending: "When you wash your hands with sweet pancreas, you will naturally have the taste of this sweet and pancreas. I don't believe you don't have it."
"Don't get up," the defending man pressed down on Rowe. "Don't freeze."
Luo Wei grabbed the defending hand and looked at the thick shackles that the defending squad often practiced in his hands. He said: "The sly hand is the same as my brothers. Is it hard to practice martial arts?"
"Not bitter," said the defending.
"But I am suffering," said Rowe's face, and said.
"what?"
"I just drank medicine, it was more difficult than before," said Luo Wei. "Is this Wei Tai doctor intentional like this? I still have a bitter taste in my mouth."
The defending finger clicked on Lovi's lips, and the lips were looking back at the blood two days.
Luo Wei moved his heart, and when the defending fingers came over again, he opened his mouth and bit it.
The defending is funny, and I concentrate on watching Luo Wei for a while, and this person's looks are much better.
"Don't know me?" Luo Wei asked, and he felt that his body was a little better in the past two days. At least he often fainted his head and walked hard.
The defending body possessed and kissed the lips of Rovi. Luo Wei opened his mouth and the two kissed together.
The kiss was very long, very detailed, and the lips and tongues were intertwined. Listening to each other's heartbeat, both of them were emotional.
The defending champion finally fell to the side of Rowe, breathing quickly and eagerly: "The body of the son is not good yet."
Luo Wei knows the meaning of defending. This person obviously can't help but still cares about him. "Hey," Rowe screamed at the defending scream and reached into the defending blouse.
"Don't?" Wei Wei was busy holding Luo Wei's hand.
"Hey," Rowe chuckled. "You don't feel bad?" The hand moved with ill-intention.
The defending man wanted to call, but he held back. This is the daytime, and there are still people standing in the yard.
"Let's lie down," Luo Wei's quilt covered them both at this time. "I am waiting for you. Ah?" Rowe's mouth leaned against the defending ear and said a playful love story.
This is a contempt, and it should not be said that someone like Luo Wei should say something, but when this person whispers something in the ear to make these blushing heartbeats, the defending only thinks that this is the best love in the world. Let him be so unbearable in his heart.