MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’-Chapter 2 Cognac

"Hey, are you awake?"

I don't know when Ling Wu was at the bedside, and it was black and lacquered. He stared at him with the big eyes like the longan who peeled the shell. Ling Jingxuan’s eyes flashed and he didn’t say anything, cheeky. Continue to die.

"Hey, don't you sleep well? I heard my brother telling you that you are not stupid. Can you make a lot of money with the iron dolls in the village in the future? You can rest assured that Xiaowu will also To help you make money, I will dig wild vegetables now. When I grow up, I can go to the river to fish with the iron dolls. When I have to touch the biggest and most fat fish for you, right? Is it for us to eat, Xiaowu has not eaten big fish yet..."

Ling Wu is a small talk, squatting at the bedside and saying a long list, and occasionally there is a bit of a bite, but it does not prevent him from painting a big cake for the old man. In the end, Ling Jingxuan seems to still Hearing the sound of swallowing saliva, I don’t know if it was the emotion of the original owner, or if he was infected by the little guy himself, Ling Jingxuan felt that his eyes were sore and his heart was blocked, and the children who were less than five years old were so sensible, and I haven't eaten fish so far. What's so sweet? If this is in the 21st century, how can a family feel bad?

"Xiaowu... Hey, are you awake? Get up and have something to eat. At noon, the milk came over to help us make the black noodles. I am already hot."

Ling Wen walked in with a thick bowl full of gaps. Seeing Ling Jingxuan woke up, the black lacquered face floated a little unnatural, and placed the bowl on the big wooden box at the end of the bed. Ling Wen turned and ran out. After a while, I carefully came back with another thick bowl of the same size. Ling Jingxuan lying in bed faintly saw that in addition to the black lacquered batter in this bowl, it seems that there is something more white, it should be sweet potato. ? The little buns must have thought that he hadn't woken up yet, put his part in the kitchen, and saw him wake up before he came over.

"Hey, get up and eat, you have been sleeping for a few days."

When I came back for the third time, Ling Wen’s hand had a few more chopsticks. The thin body was back and forth a few times, and there was a little bit of panting, but he didn’t have a rest, but sent a bowl with sweet potatoes to the bed. On the side, the big round eyes are filled with curiosity and excitement. He is vaguely aware that he is not stupid, but he can’t be specific. He can’t say it clearly. Anyway, he will be stupid. Good.

Two children, one cute and cute, a mature, beyond the age group, the same dry and thin, filled and filled clothes hanging on them, all but the eyes can see, other places It can only be described in black, especially the small hands like the chicken claws. Ling Jingxuan did not move, and his heart was uncomfortable. The small steamed buns were not really black, but the whole body was dirty. I don’t know how long it has not been cleaned. It is not difficult to see. Out, how much he failed.

Maybe two of these sons are not bad?

"Let's go, I will get up with you."

Thinking about this, Ling Jingxuan finally spoke up, his voice was hoarse like a broken scorpion, but after two small buns heard what he said, he stiffened his body at the same time, both eyes with tears, struggling with Ling Jingxuan who wanted to sit up. Can't help but wonder, is this awkward again?

"Wow...you can talk, it’s great!"

Compared with Ling Wen’s reluctance, Ling Wu excitedly rushed to hug his hand, crying and exclaiming with excitement, Ling Jingxuan’s scream, this reminds me that the original master has been stunned after they have been driven out. Staying, the memory of recent years is basically blank. Looking up at Lingwen, who has barely tightened his lips, the narrow and charming Danfeng eyes are slightly curved. Ling Jingxuan took the initiative and took Lingwen gently and said: "He always talks. I just forgot what I said before. I remembered this disease again, and I promised that I won’t forget it in the future. Don’t cry.”

The vocal cords that have not been used for a long time are still hoarse and unobtrusive, but they do not hinder Ling Jingxuan’s gentleness. Since he has taken over the body, the two little buns are so painful. From today, they are the sons of Ling Jingxuan. He will make every effort to develop them into white and tender meat buns.

"Hate, I don't call a little buns, people are Xiaowu."

Hearing his name, Ling Wu screamed with a small mouth dissatisfied, Ling Jingxuan could not help but smile, reaching out and trying to pinch his face, but the little buns were too dry, only a layer of skin, Ling Jingxuan It was a bitter heart, and instead touched his little face: "Oh... isn't it a good buns? You like buns most, especially white fat buns."

"Is it? But people are not white or fat."

The little guy squinted his eyes and said cutely, Ling Jingxuan’s smile on his face is even more: “The upbringing will be white and fat. You can rest assured that you will definitely work hard to make money and develop both of you into super meat buns.”

"Uh huh."

I don't know if he really understands or understands. Ling Wu smiles brightly and nods. The round eyes are sparkling with excitement and expectation. The small appearance is more cute.

"father……"

Forgotten for a long time, Ling Wen’s lips trembled, and the same black eyes did not see the innocent and lively five-year-old children. There were naked fears, fears, expectations and excitement. Ling Jingxuan knew that he could not have Xiaowu. Good deception, simply say nothing, got up and took Xiaowen to his side, the other hand naturally picked him up.

"Hey, are you really not stupid?"

The father and the son squatted down the old wooden box. Ling Wen endured and endured. After all, he still asked the most fearful problem in his heart. After all, he was still less than five years old. Even if he matured, his emotions were still naked and unobtrusive. Face.

To his eyes, Ling Jingxuan felt a burst of distress, and after a long while, he opened a gentle smile: "Well, no, I will take you to the door of our home."

The cute little buns can't help but want to tease, and the mature big buns, for him, he only has serious and serious guarantees.

"father……"

"Well!"

In the next second, the big buns rushed into his arms, and Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but whisper, then he felt the chest wet, and then he refused to be sore, his right hand raised and gently patted his back. On the other side, the little buns squinted at them and looked at them with a small mouth. They were going to cry out with the momentum. Ling Jingxuan quickly lifted his hand and hugged him in his arms.

"Hey..."

Two cognac buns buried in his arms and cried one more than a heartbreaker, and Ling Jingxuan’s heart was also uncomfortable. At this moment, he knew that the fistulas were mature or staying, they were all less than five years old. Only children.