Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Chapter 11

With no place to rest his hands, Song Ping'an's eyes widened.

Damn!He couldn't say a word, because the movement was exactly the same as that of the gangster in the dream.

He squinted slightly, with a sly smile in his eyes, and even the temperature on his waist was exactly the same.Song Ping'an was short of breath, his body seemed to be frozen, but his heart was a little excited, he couldn't wait to prove whether last night was real or not a simple dream.

The kiss did not come down, it wasn't Song Ping'an's resistance, just when Xue Ming held his shoulders and was about to kiss him forcefully, a soft voice suddenly interrupted it.

"Safety?"

Xue Ming frowned, tightened his fingers tightly, and clasped his shoulders, but when the kiss was about to fall, Song Pingan pushed it away.

The pink lips in front of him disappeared, causing a trace of cruelty to flash in his eyes.

"Brother Wen, you're here!" Song Pingan waved his hands at the opposite person at a loss, with a suspicious red color on his face, which didn't match his image of a rough guy.

He clenched his fists and pursed his lips.It took Xue Ming a long time to suppress the anger in his heart, and turned to look at the person who ruined his good deed.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of the visitor's mouth, and there was a spring breeze in his eyes, and what attracted him most was the red mole dripping blood between his eyebrows.

This is a red mole that symbolizes his identity. The redder the mole, the more obvious it is, which means that he has strong reproductive ability. This reminds him of the mole on his thigh.

He looked at the person in front of him hostilely, with a feminine face and a slender body, he looked like a man but smiled like a woman.What he didn't expect was that Xue Jiming actually had such a number one person in his memory.

Brother Song Wen is a well-known beauty brother in the Song family village. He has a gentle personality and a kind heart.Don't say that he is the dream lover of all the men in the entire Songjia Village, and even more so, the dream object of the men in several villages around a hundred miles away.Xue Jiming met him once, so he can't forget him.

As President Xue, who has been in the business world for more than ten years, he can see through his essence at a glance. Even if a fake white lotus is stripped and put on his bed, he will not take another look.

But Song Pingan next to him was different from him. Brother Song Wen pinched him with a pair of moist peach blossom eyes, and he fished his head a little stiffly and uncomfortable.

"Brother Wen?" Xue Ming didn't show too much hostility, but just called him.

"You are?" Brother Song Wen's charming eyes were slightly smiling. If an ordinary man saw it, he would probably fall in love with his warm smile.

Being used to being the CEO, Xue Ming really disdained to treat him as an opponent, and would not do anything to compete with him, but just quietly watched his performance.

If he's right, he doesn't look down on Song Pingan at all for a person like Song Wenge who is praised in the sky.And he took the initiative to come to Song PingAn, there are only bad things and no good things.

He briefly introduced himself: "Xue Ming, temporarily staying at Ping'an's house."

The second half of the sentence is naturally to declare sovereignty.

Song Ping'an was a rough guy. Although he thought the meaning of the words was wrong, he didn't explain anything. Looking at Brother Song Wen who was opposite him, he pointed at Tian Jiao and said, "Brother Wen, let's go there and talk about it. It's so hot."

Hearing his words, Xue Ming still had a taste in his heart. There was a time when someone dared to sit in his position. If there was no one before, there will be no future.

Although the Xue family has a bad reputation, there are always some people who want to marry into it, and Brother Song Wen is one of them.Xue Jiming's impression of him stayed at the time when he was free a few days after entering Xue's house. At that time, he could always see Brother Song Wen standing at the door of Xue's house waiting for Xue Youfu.

Obviously, after hearing his self-introduction, Brother Song Wen's face changed rapidly. The coldness on his face immediately turned into warmth. He smiled softly, "Let's go together, it's very hot!"

There was no need for Xue Ming to be polite to him, he sat down directly.

Song Pingan's eyeballs bulged, but he didn't say anything. He could feel Song Wenge's change, and said awkwardly, "Then we'll go there too?"

"No, I'm here to talk to you a few words." There was a lingering smile on his lips, and he handed him a handkerchief with a scent of flowers, "Wipe, look at your heat."

Song Pingan was startled, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and cast a look at Xue Ming who was looking at him with interest not far away.

Xue Ming, who received the signal, supported his chin, and twirled his fingers unconsciously.

At this time, Xue Ming's state of mind has undergone another change. He is in love with Song Ping'an, but he also has the rationality of a lover. Brother Song Wen's coming to find Song Ping'an is definitely not a simple gift of a handkerchief. He must be asking for something. If Song Pingan had no brains to agree, then he would naturally consider whether to chase a man without brains.

Song Pingan at the front first shyly shook his head and rejected the handkerchief he handed over, then Song Wen'er wrung his fingers and watched him say something again, the smile on Song Ping'an's face quickly cooled down, quite embarrassed He shook his head and looked at Xue Ming frequently, as if asking him for help.

After a while, Xue Ming heard Song Wenge's sobbing, and even took a step forward to grab Song Ping'an's arm. Xue Ming was so excited that he had never done this before. The wet eyes blinked twice confusingly.

However, Xue Ming didn't like this, and withdrew his hand in disgust. Seeing him staring at him suspiciously, he pointed to the hoe on the ground and said, "You want to stay and dig peanuts together?"

Brother Song Wen's parents died since he was a child, and there was only one elder brother on top of him. Because he was beautiful and pitiful since he was a child, his journey was smooth and smooth, and now he is seventeen or eighteen years old, and the men who have not yet married They are all interested in him, and without him asking, someone will help with the work, deliver food and drink, where has such a job been done for those with thin skin and tender flesh.

Seeing that Xue Ming was joking, he picked up the hoe with his feet and handed it to himself, then declined and said, "It's safe, I still have something to do at home, I'll come to you next time."

Song Ping'an said "hmm" and didn't try to hold her back.

Xue Ming sneered at his back, and there was no need to explain the meaning behind it.

He didn't ask any more questions about the next thing, but just reminded him in an unclear manner, "You can't control this kind of person, so you should find someone who can control you!"

He purposely bit the word "controlling" ambiguously, and blinked at him, needless to say what was implied in it, Song Ping'an's face turned blue and white in anger.

Xue Ming was not ambiguous in his work, and the two cooperated tacitly, and soon half an acre of peanuts was dug.

The two looked at each other, Song Pingan looked up at the sun, looked at his sweaty face, took the cloth towel around his waist to the pond by the field, washed it, and threw it back to him, his tone softened for the first time, Said: "Go back after you finish wiping, and I will do the rest."

This is also the first time he replaced Lao Tzu with "I". Xue Ming lost his mind in this subtle change. He was stunned for a moment and smiled at him, saying, "Why am I willing to let you work alone?"

As he said that, he bent down and gathered the peanuts into a pile, and carried them to a cool place. Song Pingan stood aside and thought in a daze, if he was a brother, it would be a good idea to marry him.

This idea was killed as soon as it came out, Xue Ming took the cloth towel from his hand and touched the back of his hand by the way, with a sly smile in his eyes, and the anger in his brain burned again.

Bah, lust!

Sexuality is not the main problem, but Xue Ming stood beside him, half a head taller than him, which made him unacceptable.Song Ping'an's height is not short, close to 1.8 meters tall, while Xue Ming is almost 1.9 meters taller.

Song Pingan withdrew his hand, wiped it again and again on the wet cloth, angrily hugged the peanut vine to another corner and sat down, pulling the peanut sullenly.

Not too tired, Xue Ming dragged the peanut vine over to sit next to him, leaned his head and whispered in his ear: "I wiped that cloth, it was full of my smell, seeing how much you wiped it. Next, you must love me deeply!"

"Fuck!" Song Pingan endured for a whole morning, and finally reached the zero point, pulling up the peanut vine and whipping him, "You fucking, can't you be more honest with me?"

When the long-awaited peanut vine was pulled over, there was a slight pain in the flesh, and every nerve in his body was stimulated to scream crazily. He let out a sigh: "It's cool! It's so cool!"

"Fuck!" Song Ping'an kicked him again.

At dusk and dusk, Song Ping'an was walking home with a sack of peanuts on his back, Xue Ming followed him, carrying the basket, staring at his raised buttocks, feeling so confused that he just wanted to go up and squeeze them.

And Song Pingan, who was walking in front, was having a hard time. His butt was hotter than when he was working in the scorching sun. He didn't even think about it, but he knew what was going on, and his chrysanthemum was a little painful.

As soon as Xue Ming helped to collect the corn cobs in the yard when he arrived at home, the old lady Xue came to the door again with Xue Youcai, her eyes were still full of viciousness, and she kept cursing, but she saw the old lady holding the bulging baby in her arms. He pretended not to hear anything.

Xue Youcai wanted to curry favor with him, so he snatched the silver from the old lady Xue and handed it to him. Just as Xue Ming was about to pick it up, he took out another bag of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into his pocket, saying in a low voice, "Since Ming , here are the twelve taels I made up."

Xue Ming glanced at him contemptuously, took the bag over and turned the weight, and glanced at the old lady Xue who was staring furiously and was about to take a breath, "I offered 60 taels at the time, and I wouldn't save Xue Yougui for a penny less, you'd better Think clearly."

Song Pingan, who was closest to him, heard these words and cast a contemptuous look at him, while Xue Youcai seemed to have not seen it, with a triumphant smile on his face.

The old lady Xue trembled and fell to the ground, scolding Father Xue and Xue Jiming for a while, and then took out a purse from her sleeve pocket and threw it over.

Xue Ming raised an eyebrow arrogantly, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, I have a bad temper."

"You will get bad retribution, God will kill you!" Mrs. Xue cursed again, but under Xue Ming's intimidation, she could only pick up the money bag and hand it over to him personally. Xue Ming.

Only then did Xue Ming wave his sleeves in satisfaction, "Get lost!"

The old lady Xue sat in the yard and scolded for a long time. Song Pingan put the food on the table in the kitchen and she didn't stop, which made him feel agitated. He patted the table and yelled outside: "There is no end. If you don't believe me, I will beat you!"

Song's mother looked at Xue Ming with sympathy, and put a chopstick dish into his bowl: "Eat, she should leave after scolding."

And the old lady Xue outside raised her voice again: "God, look at this bastard, he will repay his kindness, my son, why did no one come to collect this beast and become a monster!"

Song Ping'an was already irritable, so he put down his chopsticks, picked up a bamboo pole, stood at the door with his hips akimbo, and yelled, "Get out!"

Mrs. Xue leaned on her crutches and continued to curse: "Because he was transformed from a beast, he was transformed from a beast, be careful that he will leave no bones left of you!"

Xue Youcai was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't bother Mrs. Xue anymore, and stepped back with a flattering face: "Mum, I'm leaving! Brother Song, you continue to eat, I won't bother you anymore!"

The son left, no matter how cheap the old lady Xue was, she was still cowardly, and chased after him on crutches.

Song Pingan put the bamboo pole away, and cursed: "Crazy, next time I see you, hit me once."

In Xue Ming's ears, he thought he was defending himself, and couldn't bear the old lady Xue's abuse, and said, "Ping An, I know you still care about me in your heart!"

If it wasn't for Mother Song's presence and Song Ping'an punching it with a fist, he would have swallowed his breath, "I care about you? I'm afraid she will disturb my mother!"

Song's mother didn't realize the ambiguity between the two of them, and said with a smile: "Master Xue, don't listen to his nonsense, Ping'an is a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and I actually regard you as a family in my heart."

Xue Ming nodded in agreement, picked up a chopstick of cabbage and quickly put it into his bowl, with a smile on his eyes: "Don't be duplicity, I understand!"

"Understood! What a fart!" Song Pingan pushed the cabbage aside in disgust, but didn't throw it out. He just picked up the rice and didn't want to talk to him.

Seeing this, Xue Ming dragged his chin, and his eyes flicked across his face, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Song Ping'an raised his head and stared at him, "Damn you, watch what I do!"

Xue Ming replied straightforwardly: "If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his leg under the table against his calf, and before she got angry, he pretended to be shy and said, "Ping An, you are so kind!"