Among the men who pursue daffodils, Lin Peizhi Wuyi is the best.

In terms of identity, he was the young master of the official family in the city. Now he was ordered by his father to return to his hometown to repair his ancestral home. In terms of appearance, in the huge Qiqiao Town, no one can compare to him except a cold butcher. Song Mo is beautiful but always dressed in coarse cloth clothes, which inevitably lacks a little demeanor. Lin Peizhi is in a gorgeous dress and is elegant. When he first arrived, he deliberately attracted bees and butterflies, and soon snatched the hearts of many girls.

But what kind of lady Lin Peizhi has never seen?

Compared with those ladies who pretend to be dignified on the surface but have already long been secretly in love, he prefers daffodils. They are like thorny roses, which are beautiful and beautiful on the wall to tempt you. When you get closer, she pricks you with a small thorn, so that you can't easily get close to you.

Lin Peizhi did drink a few more drinks that night, but he was not drunk, but deliberately poured Narcissus drink wine. Then, under the guise of drunkenness, he planned to carry the beauty to go with him. In Lin Peizhi's view, Narcissus, a widow, invited him into the door, which was already a hint. Therefore, when Narcissus suddenly struggled to resist desperately, he felt that the woman was playing with it, so he wanted to force her to get rid of it completely...

Later, something happened suddenly and he had to return in disappointment.

In fact, in terms of love, Lin Peizhi likes you, I am willing to do it, and is not willing to force women. At first, Narcissus wanted to refuse, but he was happy to convey love to her and enjoy the unique charm of women. After that Narcissus resisted unexpectedly. Lin Peizhi was not as interested in her as before. When he heard that she was injured, he didn't take it to heart. Today, he came out to do business and happened to encounter a quarrel between Narcissus and the butcher. Lin Peizhi stood behind the crowd and looked from afar. Somehow, he always felt that this Narcissus was more bold and bolder and more seductive than before.

He wanted her more, too.

He looked at her with those peach blossom eyes that few women could refuse, softened his voice, and murmured like a lover in his ear: "Narcissus, I was too impatient that night and got drunk again... Well, I don't ask you to forgive me immediately, I just want you to give me another chance and let me apologize to you, okay?"

Her hands were delicate and small. Lin Peizhi looked out the door and put her hands down in his left heart. Under the cover of the table, he covered his right hand and gently stroked it, either gently tucking his fingertips, or sliding around his fingertips.

Tang Huan leaned against the wall, narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly, and looked at the man with a small intention to please him.

I have to say that Lin Peizhi is good at serving people. The itch from her hands made her half of her body feel sore, and even the wetness between her legs.

The master said that joy is an instinct, just like wanting to eat when you are hungry. No matter whether you have feelings or not, your body will respond actively as long as you feel comfortable. For example, if she tied up Song Mo now, no matter how disliked her, she could make Song Mo stand up. Not only men but women, but also women, even if he is an extremely ugly beggar, as long as he has good methods, he can still give birth to a daughter of a daughter.

Tang Huan hasn't enjoyed it well yet.

If this wasn't a dream, she would take Lin Peizhi back to her room for a fight. After all, this is a good guy. Maybe his appearance is worse than Song Mo, but his skills are enough to make him comparable to Song Mo. After all, the most important thing in the process of picking flowers is not? No matter how good his face is, it is not as good as...

Lin Peizhi kept looking at Tang Huan. Seeing her red lips lightly open, she seemed to be about to hum twice. Her heart swayed, and her hand couldn't help but touched her, touched her sleeve, and held her slender wrist.

Tang Huan patted his arm with a fan and whispered to him: "It's outside!" He withdrew his hand and glanced at the butcher shop, but saw a few more women surrounded by the butcher shop. Song Mo was busy greeting them.

Seeing that the two of them were finally far apart, the guy there quickly brought the food.

Lin Peizhi looked at Tang Huan and asked tentatively: "Narcissus, I haven't eaten either. Why don't I ask them to serve two more dishes and let's eat together?"

"Okay, I'll all be recorded in your account." Tang Huan scooped a spoonful of tender tofu and said casually while eating.

Lin Peizhi refused to comment and ordered the most expensive dish here. He sent the guy away and quietly approached her, "Is the tofu delicious?"

Tang Huan pretended not to understand the ambiguity in his voice and said impatiently: "Is it delicious or not? Can you just try it yourself?"

Lin Peizhi laughed, "Actually, I want to taste the tofu of daffodils, but I don't know when I can get what I want." Judging from her attitude, she seemed to be no longer angry with him. He didn't know why she was like this, and he didn't want to explore it. As long as she was willing to play, he would accompany him until she was convinced and willing to give it to him.

Just guess he would say that!

Tang Huan looked up and looked at Song Mo through the crowd. After thinking for a while, he turned his head to look at Lin Peizhi, his eyes fluttering, "I want to make bone soup tonight. Do you want to come and taste it?"

A surprise smile immediately erupted in Lin Peizhi's eyes, "I can't ask for it."

"However, bone soup is not for you to drink for nothing. I want you to bring me some fun things." Tang Huan put down the white porcelain spoon and suddenly approached Lin Peizhi. His left hand quietly touched his crotch, and his eyes were joking: "What can be fun? Do you understand? Master Lin, you should have good things on your hands, right? Don't fool me with those bad-hearted and insulting people."

After all, Lin Peizhi had never played so exciting before. He bowed slightly, while covering up the movements of the two, and replied confidently: "Narcissus, to me, you are the most entertaining thing, and you can't use those external things." He was telling the truth, just like now, her hand was only stopped between his legs, and he was already excited.

"Is that true?" Tang Huan slowly withdrew his hand and looked at him with a smile: "It's a pity that you haven't been able to completely arouse my interest. Master Lin, you shouldn't have it?"

Lin Peizhi's eyes were stabbed by her, "You will know if it's true or not to be so late. However, Narcissus, since you want to play big, you can't stand it anymore, don't cry with me. I usually sympathize with you, but at that time, I'm afraid that even if I want to spare you, your second master Lin would not agree."

Tang Huan chuckled softly, angrily glanced at him, and lowered his head to eat.

Alas, it’s a pity that such a good person can only be seen but not eaten...

After dinner, Lin Peizhi had something to do, so he made an appointment to visit the door in the evening and left early.

It was lunch at noon, but there were not many people coming out to buy meat and vegetables, and there were finally no one in front of the butcher shop.

Tang Huan asked the guy to fry two vegetarian dishes, put them in the food box, and went there to deliver food to Song Mo himself.

No one bought meat, Song Mo sat inside, with a small table in front of him, with cakes and a pack of dried meat on it.

"You just eat this?"

Tang Huan said hello and walked in. Before Song Mo got up and drove the people away, he rushed to squat down opposite him and quickly took out the vegetarian dishes in the food box. "Song Mo, I'll tell you to eat it and you won't go, so I have to deliver it to you. I think, you're dealing with meat every day, and you probably don't have the appetite to eat meat, so I specially asked them to make two vegetarian dishes. Do you want to see if it suits your appetite? If you don't like it, I'll ask them to prepare two other words tomorrow, or what you like to eat, tell me now."

Song Mo held the cake in one hand and chopsticks in the other. When Tang Huan finished speaking in one breath, he looked up at her, "Do you think I really won't fight with you?" Seeing her familiar appearance, listening to her intimate and natural tone, who did she think she was?

"Take it away, do it again, I don't care whether you are a man or a woman, just hit you."

"Song Mo!"

Tang Huan angrily patted the table, "Song Mo, I care about you..."

Song Mo frowned and interrupted her: "I don't need you to care. Take your stuff right away, don't wait for me to send you out."

"Let's go!" Tang Huan stood up suddenly, pointed at his head hatefully and scolded him: "Song Mo, you're so cold, no wonder you can't marry a wife! Look, so many women are surrounding you and come to see you every day, but who dares to say more to you except me? Song Mo, I'm not afraid that you won't dislike you. You're lucky to meet me. I'll tell you that there are people who are better than you. Don't think that I will have to you in my life! If you continue like this, sooner or later, I will ignore you one day, and see what you do!"

Song Mo had no expression on his face.

Why is this woman so shameless? She was flirting with a man at the door of her restaurant, and now she is coming to him to tell her about her love?

He didn't know what she thought, and did he regard others as fools? Or did he really think that with a good face, all men would act with her?

Song Mo continued to eat, as if no one was around.

Tang Huan stared at his face tightly, leaned over slowly, pretending to be trying to pack the dish, then raised his hand and quickly touched his handsome face.

Song Mo suddenly stood up and reached out to grab the woman who teased him repeatedly, but Tang Huan had already run away and laughed as he ran: "Song Mo, go and wash your face quickly. It's so oily on your face! By the way, remember to brush the plates and send them back to the restaurant after you finish eating them, don't be lazy!"

She ran fast, and when Song Mo chased him to the entrance of the shop, she was almost slipping back to the restaurant.

The pedestrian on the road looked at him curiously. Song Mo clenched his fists, suppressed his anger for the time being, and turned back.

As soon as he turned around, his eyes fell into it.

On the small square table, there was a dish of fried bean sprouts with garlic sprouts and a cold spinach, which was tender white, fresh and green, fresh. They were all the most common side dishes of farmhouses, but for some reason it made his anger less. The urge to throw the plate on the street slowly suppressed it.

She didn't feel embarrassed, he didn't want to accompany her.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Song Mo put two dishes next to him and decided to wait until he got up tomorrow morning to set up a stall and put the things at the restaurant door when there was no one on the street. As for whether he was taken away by a beggar or eaten by a wild dog, it had nothing to do with him.

He would not touch her things at all, so as not to make trouble again.

After dinner, he lay down on the simple bed board inside to rest, lying down, suddenly remembering the touched moment she had.

When Song Mo came to his senses, his hand had already touched his face.

Oily?

...Forget it, it has nothing to do with her whether it is oil or not.

In the afternoon, the business gradually improved again. In the busy life, Song Mo secretly glanced at the restaurant. At noon, she kept looking at him, even the blind man could detect it.

There was only an empty table at the entrance of the restaurant, and no one was seen.

The annoying woman disappeared, and Song Mo suddenly felt a lighter on his body.

At this time, Tang Huan had already returned home and was instructing Tangyuan to lean on a wooden ladder against the wall near the eaves to the west.

She was sure that she was stable, and she climbed up flexibly.

"Madam, be careful not to fall!" Tangyuan followed her forward with concern, finally stood under the wall, staring at her nervously.

Tang Huan held the top handle, raised his foot, and stepped onto the wall.

To the east of the wall is her backyard, and to the west is Song Mo's backyard.

The pig houses and chicken houses were all placed at the door of the backyard, far away from her. Below her was a vegetable garden, with two wooden racks set up next to the vegetable garden, thick ropes were pulled on them, and a few pieces of men's clothes were dried.

Tang Huan saw Song Mo's underwear at first glance.

She laughed out loud and jumped without hesitation.

"Madam!" Tang Yuan's face turned pale because of shock, but she did not dare to shout loudly.

Tang Huan ignored Tang Yuan's fuss and walked around Song Mo's backyard. When she found that there was nothing else to be fun, she pulled the underwear off and threw it over the wall. Then she jumped up in a basket and then jumped back to her yard.

The underpants were put on the ladder with disgust, "Madam, are you, what are you doing?"

Tang Huan picked up her underwear and walked in, saying unhappily: "I will do whatever I want. Just be obedient, please ask less why." If it weren't for being served, she wouldn't bother to keep these maids and women, which was annoying.

Tangyuan's face turned pale, she followed her obediently and stopped talking.

After a short sleep in the room, it was sunset and dusk when it woke up. Tang Huan packed up and went out.

She didn't go anywhere, just stood under the peach tree in front of her house, enjoying the spring scenery in front of her, and waiting for Song Mo to come back.

From afar, I saw him turning down from the bridge.

Tang Huan walked to the middle of the road, facing him, with a gentle smile on his face.

Song Mo saw the widow when he was on the bridge. He had a premonition that she was waiting for him. She had waited for herself in the past, but at that time she leaned against her doorstep and looked at him with her face, and had never been so bold.

Song Mo didn't want to look at her, but he lowered his eyes and avoided him or looked around, as if he didn't dare to look at her.

So he raised his head and looked at the sunset behind her.

The soft glow sprinkled on the face, but in the golden light, she stood there in white and green skirt, smiling, which was unnecessarily ignored. The closer she walked, the more dazzling it became.

Song Mo moved two steps to the side and prepared to pass by her.

Tang Huan stopped him with a smile, "Song Mo, is the lunchtime dish delicious?"

Do you really think he dare not do it?
To be continued...