Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 281 The Idiot Widow of Red Persimmon Village (16)

The courtyard that Xing Chen chose had the words "Hanwu Courtyard" written on the carved porch. There was a grove of green bamboo at the entrance, which made the clusters of flowers in the courtyard look hazy.

It’s only March, but the Hanwu courtyard is already full of flowers.

The maids that Yu Lao called over were directly rejected by Wen Luo and Chu Luo. Although Xing Chen did not live in the same courtyard with them, they insisted on taking care of all the trivial matters in Han Wu Courtyard and not letting others interfere in Xing Chen's daily life.

So, there was chaos and commotion...oh no, the beautiful days of happiness and joy began.

The Yu family had very high requirements for the tongtuo wood needed to make tribute. Sometimes, the raw materials that the villagers collected after running halfway up the mountain might not meet Yu Lao's requirements.

Everyone was not discouraged because if they couldn't find it, they would still be paid for the day.

Of course, it would be even better if the material you find is selected, and you will receive extra rewards.

Wen Luo and Chu Luo were not idle. In previous years, they participated in cutting down the tongtuo trees. This year, since they had lost their house, there was no reason for them to be lazy.

The two of them got up in the morning, went to Xingchen's yard, coaxed him to get dressed and have dinner, and then let him take a nap on the couch by the window.

Qi Luo always tiptoed over at this time. He had always been bothered by the fact that his courtyard was the farthest away from Xing Chen.

In order to make up for himself, he started to make moves as soon as he arrived, either wanting to touch Xing Chen's face or hold his hand.

Wen Luo still remembered the kiss marks on Xing Chen's neck, so he and Chu Luo dragged Qi Luo up the mountain to work with them.

This made Xing Chen very happy.

As soon as the three of them left, he rolled up from the couch and rushed to Yu Lao's Qingquan Pavilion.

At this time, Yu Lao usually practices calligraphy.

Every time Xing Chen peeked at Yu Lao practicing calligraphy, he felt that there was nothing much to practice and it would be a waste of precious time to continue practicing.

Xiaotang was too sensible. Every time Xingchen arrived, she would chase away the maids who were responsible for cleaning.

She herself was guarding the door of Qingquan Pavilion.

When Xing Chen first came, he would obediently grind ink for Yu Lao. Occasionally, when he felt like it, he would pick up the brush and draw some talismans. After he was done, he would insist on stamping the talisman with Yu Lao's seal.

Yu Lao let him play, not afraid that he would ruin his reputation by drawing ghost pictures.

Two days later, seeing that Yu Lao still hadn't made any move, Xing Chen quit.

When he was grinding ink today, he sat closer and closer to Yu Lao.

Yu Lao was concentrating on writing and didn't seem to notice his abnormality.

Xing Chen's hands were stained with ink, and accidentally touched his face. When Yu Lao's arms were squeezed so hard that he couldn't lift them up, he turned his head and saw a little cat with ink on its nose and face looking at him eagerly.

Yu Luo was both amused and confused. He took a towel, dipped it in water, and carefully wiped him clean.

"I want to write too." Xing Chenshuibo blinked his clear eyes and said in a serious tone.

Yu Lao pointed at the pen he used yesterday, and then pointed at the rice paper beside him, "Xing Chen, sit down and write."

"No," Xing Chen shook his head, "Yu Lao Sect."

Yu Lao was a little puzzled, "How to teach?"

Xing Chen put down the brush in his hand and squeezed into his arms.

Yu Lao's voice was helpless: "Xing Chen, you can't write like this."

"You can write," Xing Chen held the pen himself, and then pulled Yu Lao's hand over to hold his own, "Yu Lao will teach you."

Yu Lao was silent for a while, then actually held his hand and continued writing in this position.

The first two characters were obviously much uglier, but he adapted quickly, adjusted quickly, and restored his smooth and powerful handwriting.

Xing Chen pressed his back against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, but after writing for a while he began to become distracted.

What kind of characters are you practicing? It would be great if you could practice with me.

Xing Chen deliberately lowered his head and slightly bent his slender, snow-white neck in front of Yu Lao.

Yu Lao's hand paused as he wrote, but he didn't stop immediately.

But the handwriting is no longer as it was before and looks obviously messy.

"Don't write anymore." Xing Chen muttered.

"Xingchen, go play by yourself." Yu Lao coaxed him gently.

Xing Chen thought, but I just want to play with you, or you can play with me.

He lowered his hand, and the brush fell, leaving a large pool of ink on the rice paper.

Xing Chen threw away the pen, turned around, put his arms around Yu Luo's neck, and buried his head in his neck.

Yu Lao gently patted his back: "What's wrong, is there anyone living here that makes Xing Chen angry?"

Xing Chen shook his head.

Without waiting for Yu Luo to ask again, he suddenly stuck out his tongue and gently licked Yu Luo's protruding Adam's apple.

Yu Lao stopped patting his back and tilted his head back slightly, as if trying to avoid him.

"Xingchen, you can't do this."

Xing Chen ignored his refusal and, as if for fun, chased after her and gently circled her with the tip of his tongue.

How could Yu Lao stand his teasing? He overreacted and pressed Xing Chen onto the desk.

Xing Chen looked up at him while lying on the desk. Her thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pool of light smile was lingering underneath her eyes, as if it was about to overflow. Her red tongue licked her watery lips, which were soft and seductive.

Yu Lao's eyes were dark, and clearly there was desire in them. A violent storm was slowly building up, but his voice was still calm as usual.

"Xingchen, stop making trouble."

The smile in Xing Chen's eyes disappeared, and he looked at him aggrievedly: "It's not a joke."

Yu Lao stared into his eyes closely: "Are you and the other brothers all so reckless?"

Xing Chen shook his head: "Only kiss you."

Yu Lao laughed lightly: "I don't believe it."

Xing Chen stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly stood up from the table, straightened his clothes, lowered his head and walked away without saying a word.

Yu Lao sat in front of the table, motionless.

He looked quietly at the rice paper with messy handwriting and ink on it. The greed and desire in his eyes slowly subsided again.

However, at this moment, Xingchen, who he thought had left, came back.

The little guy seemed angry and aggrieved. He walked over angrily, half-knelt in front of him, and put his arms around his neck.

"Xing Chen, I won't bother with you." Xing Chen said stumblingly, then raised his head and kissed Yu Lao's lips.

Yu Lao was caught in a complex emotion of surprise and astonishment, and even forgot to respond to Xing Chen immediately.

Xing Chen's tongue tip bravely reached out and pried open his teeth.

The soft and sweet touch came over him, and Yu Lao seemed to have finally escaped from a painful dream. He took the initiative and pulled Xing Chen into his arms, sucking hard on the little tongue that had come out to cause trouble.

The two of them kissed passionately.

Yu Lao frantically tried to take away all of Xing Chen's breath. He was like a vicious robber, rushing around in Xing Chen's mouth, releasing the love and longing that had been suppressed for too long, trying to suck every drop of dew from Xing Chen's lips like a whirlwind.

He kissed Xingchen until her eyes were blank, her tears wet her thick black eyelashes and her soft face, but he still felt it was not enough.

not enough.

Far from enough.