MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 102 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field

Congliang was at the scene of the "crime" again, trying hard to recall last night, the panic of drinking hot chocolate at night, and getting thirsty in the middle of the night looking for water.

But the glucose water she brought back was also placed in the spare room, and she could reach it with her hand. There was no need to pass through the private room. How did she come here?

Congliang took his breath lightly, the light in the room was a little dim, and if you listened carefully outside the door, there were only two or three people talking, and most of them didn't get up, indicating that it was still early.

She slowly and slowly took out the sinful claws, but she didn't run away in a hurry like the last time. Ding Mao was still sleeping, and his breathing was slow and he slept very deeply. From the good nest in Ding Mao's arms, very Enjoy squinting.

She was a little tired, and deeply felt that she had given herself an unprecedented big problem. She clearly loved the person in front of her and her heart was trembling. Even half asleep and half awake with her eyes closed, she could smell him like a dog. Weier posted it, how could she sacrifice herself for others and be a "daughter" to others for a lifetime.

In the first life, even if this man had a lot of shortcomings, and even started with her at the beginning, she still fell in love with nothing, there was no way, she was a native girl from the countryside, and she had never seen a few decent men. She bumped into a prince for the first time, with her noble energy and a bit gloomy temperament, how could she not make her deaf and blind when she first opened up.

When Cong Liang thought of her first life, she only sighed that she was young and inexperienced, and that she might have some symptoms of secondary illness to save the melancholy prince, but if she liked it at first, and because she was in the mission world, she would not Afraid of death, she dared to pursue it without hesitation. Then, in her life of mutual love and advocacy, she really tasted the goodness of this man, so that she could not extricate herself from the taste.

And after three lives, up to now, she knows too well that no matter what this man looks like, when you really get it, he will still be the one that makes people want to drown in it.

Congliang rested on Ding Mao's arm, reached out and touched Ding Mao's eyebrows lightly. Ding Mao has not been with her in this life, and he often makes her dazzled when he is gentle. This is like a fruit, you know his juice How full and sweet, knowing the satisfaction of taking a bite and frying the juice in your mouth, he is within your reach, you are thirsty and hungry, you can't salivate when you look at him, but you can only watch, don't say To eat, to touch, to be as sneaky as this moment—how inhumane.

In the brain tonic and the thirty-six patterns of strong eating of Dingguozi, even the belt and the seeds were swallowed whole. Congliang let his brain tonic and imagining the reaction that Dingmao would have amused, and the room slowly lit up. When he got up, Cong Liang stopped laughing, sighed, and quietly got out of bed to wash up.

She walked out of the room with the toiletries, Ding Mao's eyelashes flickered, she reached out and pulled the quilt over her head, and the human figure under the quilt slowly changed from L to C.

Thirty people could not eat two bags of rice for a few days. Congliang had to go downstairs every day to find water and reserve grains. He searched the neighborhoods from house to house, not limited to eating and drinking, as well as the antihypertensive medicine from Uncle Zhang, Auntie Li, and Uncle Wang. Pills and rheumatic creams…

Nianliang didn't think there was any trouble in finding these things. She had too much energy to control her. She was always stupid when she stayed at home and faced Ding Mao during the day.

As long as these people don't quarrel and stay together every day, Congliang feels that when she gets home, she is surrounded by a lot of people asking for help, and throwing some individual enthusiasm aside, she is still very useful.

It's just one thing that is very disturbing, from a lot of sleepwalking problems, but nothing else. I don't run around and pee everywhere. It's that every night I have to get into the bed of Dingmao, and every morning I'm like a thief. slipped out of bed.

She even put her hand on the handle of the spare cabinet once, and woke up the next morning in Ding Mao's arms. Fortunately, Ding Mao wakes up later than her every day, but if it goes on like this for a long time, it will always reveal her stuff. Cong Liang decided to exercise her right to be a "base boss", and put the uncle next door, who was almost injured, on the bed and sleep in a separate room with Ding Mao.

In a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, and a small warehouse behind the kitchen is full of dozens of bags of rice, noodles and oil. Many of them are opened, but they do not affect eating and storage. There are even various wines, dried vegetables, dried pickles, and food. It also began to change from a single rice porridge to steamed buns and rolls. When they encountered a day, they brought back a lot of things, and they could even eat fragrant oil cakes.

As early as half a month ago, there were aunts and uncles with good legs who started taking turns to follow Cong Liang downstairs to collect things. Cong Liang was very happy to take it with her, because she went out recently, and she couldn't find mice or mutant cats and dogs, and she didn't know if she was dead. Absolutely.

Under the premise of safety outside, with aunt and uncle, she doesn't have to carry things around to find this and that, just labor, and she doesn't need to worry about collecting, even if she is older, she walks a little slow, and she can go back and forth a day. However, they are not short of supplies for the time being, and they are only looking for reserves, and they are not in a hurry to go back and forth several times a day.

Before Ding Mao's leg injury was almost healed, Congliang did not give him gel any more, and let him use ordinary medicines, but some ordinary anti-inflammatory drugs were ineffective. Ding Mao's leg injury was repeated again and again. She didn't care about it, she actually didn't want him to get better too quickly. Anyway, she collected supplies during the day and could hide out. If Ding Mao's leg injury was completely healed, she would have to go out with her every day. Cong Liang really didn't know what to do. face him.

The atmosphere between the two is getting more and more awkward, Congliang can't hold it anymore, she thought she could "love" him and restore him to be a good girl, but when she has more symptoms of sleepwalking, she will **** it" "Great love", as the system said, she is not the Virgin Mary or Mary, and after a few days of "big love", she will be called Dad relative to each other, and her hard work will be exhausted.

She goes out early every day and returns late every day. She doesn't go back to the private room when she comes back. She just chats with a group of old men and ladies. She washes up at night before entering the door. When Ding Mao is asleep, she secretly climbs into bed and hugs her beloved Da Baoer. sleep.

Yes, after she found that her sleepwalking couldn't even stop her hand, she accepted her fate and changed to crawling on the bed, Ding Mao slept to death. Congliang reckoned that it might have something to do with the sparse mist penetrating through the crack of the door, anyway. She slipped away early in the morning and was never found.

The system said that she was drinking poison to quench her thirst, and there was no other way to be good. Ding Mao used to look at her with that kind of loving eyes. Recently, as long as the eyes of the two people are facing each other, Ding Mao will stagger first, often frowning slightly, obviously it is her This "daughter" is not good enough, and he is not welcome to meet him, and he will not even drink his favorite hot chocolate.

Congliang tried to learn the kind of coquettishness of the original body twice, and each time he failed, the two sometimes didn't say a word for a day, which made Congliang very frustrated.

Month after month, Congliang and Dingmao are like the four seasons that have stopped changing. There is no change and no progress. Congliang is not willing to move to the cubicle. The two of them basically speak a word or two a day now, if they are not in the same room. The house may not even have these two sentences.

Ding Mao's leg injury has completely healed. When he came back from a good evening in the past two days, he could always see him going to the rock climbing club to climb, probably to help recover. Every time he came back, he was sweaty, with a climbing rope wrapped around his waist and the end of the rope. There were also two locks hanging on it, and when they were walking, the two locks collided with each other, causing Congliang to look sideways.

She also sneaked to Dingmao twice when she was climbing. When she was tired, Dingmao raised her hands to wipe off the sweat, not to mention her energy, watching Congliang's blood boiled and bubbling.

When she was crawling on the bed secretly at night, Congliang couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Dingmao's waist repeatedly. Thinking of how she saw Dingmao rock climbing during the day, she stretched her tight waist and legs, which was really sexy.

In fact, Ding Mao's character is very incompatible with his body and appearance. His face is ruined, and with his strong body, he looks a bit fierce, but in fact Ding Mao is very gentle, and he will never be in a hurry. With a white face, even the original body who betrayed him so many times can tolerate and forgive.

But the more she knew that he was gentle by nature, and the more Cong Liang didn't dare to mess with Ding Mao, she was afraid that if she really stalked, even if Ding Mao compromised for any reason, as long as she didn't like her, she would rather secretly. It's better to be close than to be awkward like that.

In the morning, the two people who had been entangled with each other from the good and the light, took the flower rolls and rice porridge into the house after washing, and snorted and ate.

Her eyes have been staring at Ding Mao's sleeping face, and she eats with Ding Mao's face like every day, but today she just took a sip of the porridge bowl, and her eyes slipped to the point where Ding Mao opened her eyes and was watching she. As soon as his hands trembled, he snapped onto his legs.

"Fuck!" Congliang stood up and shook his pants, "hot hot hot—"

Ding Mao went to the ground with bare feet, pulled Congliang's sportswear waistband and quickly retreated to his ankles, then took the cup of cold water next to him and poured it on Congliang's thigh.

"I'm fine... fine."

Congliang's thighs were only a little red, Ding Mao bent down to look at it, nothing was wrong, but Congliang blushed, her pants were on the ankles, and she was wearing a men's boxer pants, she still liked this kind of The loose men's style is only due to the country's debt, so the baby's piece is flat.

Ding Mao also only wore boxer pants. There was a scar on his thigh that had just receded from the scab. It was red and a little peeling. He stood with his legs slightly apart. Not affected by scars.

And the tent between the legs is still arrogantly supported, gray boxer pants, a little wet at the top...

"What are you looking at?" Ding Mao said suddenly, and leaned back in shock, tucked his trousers on his ankles, and was about to fall. Ding Mao's hands wrapped around her back waist, but she jumped back flexibly. Stand firmly.

There was a moment of silence.

Ding Mao retracted his hand in embarrassment, pinched his brows, turned around and got back into the bed.

"…Hold."

"Fuck me."

Sound from the good brain and the system at the same time.

The author has something to say: System: Tell me, how did you stand still?

Cong Liang: As soon as I jumped, I stabilized.

System: Have you watched idol dramas?

Cong Liang: I see... I have.

System: There are the most classic, the most widely used, and the audience loves it. Do you know what it is?

Cong Liang: ...Is it too late to fall now?