"Oh, Teacher Hu still has time to read novels."

Still two or three feet away, Lin Le greeted her affectionately. At the speed of light, he glanced at the number one beauty in this old house with a professional eye. Wow, I haven't seen you for seven or eight years. This Teacher Hu is thirty years old.

How old are you? Not only do you not look older, but you look younger.

She is beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, a good complexion, fresh eyebrows, big watery eyes, a delicate nose, just like the beauties in the New Year paintings, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth, always wearing a comfortable smile.

smile, pink

The face is perfectly framed by the long fluffy hair. How should I say, it is both delicate, bright, and stunning. And the stretched body is covered with a loose spring dress of pomegranate red, which is extremely majestic and generous.

, big species, where

She is like a country woman who is stingy, small-bellied, and Xiaojiabiyu. With her color, temperament, and charm, she is said to be the president’s beloved wife, the military commander’s Xiaomi, the director’s A’er, the mayor’s secretary, and the chairman of the board.

A personal maid is not an exaggeration.

"Hey, I'm really promising. I'm going to become a security guard." Hu Cuilian closed the book and replied in surprise, "What kind of wind brought you to the old house today."

"Alas, since I am in this business, I have to go to each household, village and courtyard to take a look." The two eldest sisters who were fighting for land greeted Hu Cuilian and went into the old house.

, Lin Leshun carried a short bamboo stool in his hand, sat next to her, and glanced sideways at the cover of the novel, "The Military Commander is Loved by All," "Teacher Hu likes to read."

"Oh, I haven't been teaching for a long time, can you just call me Sister Hu? I have nothing to do in my spare time, so I can just read novels and kill time."

Hu Cuilian pursed her lips and smiled, thinking that this little Lin Le, whom she hadn't seen for seven or eight years, had grown up from a runny-nosed little kid into a handsome young man in troubled times, with a well-behaved appearance and a ghostly spirit. She loved him from the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly he recalled that in the year when he was a substitute teacher, he was in fifth grade. One day in his math homework, he got five out of eight questions wrong and stayed in the classroom after school.

, slapped the palm of his hand with a piece of bamboo, pretended to scratch his crotch, and then pretended to reach in, saying that he was rubbing the pimples away, and took out the red and tender little thing, and played with it gently for a while, and he was so proud.

It is so tall that it looks like a small stick and cannot be bent even when pulled. I don’t know how the small stick will grow vigorously after a few years.

"Once a teacher, always a teacher, why, a teacher is a teacher. Compared to those women in the village who play mahjong, make trouble, and quarrel all day long, a cultural person is more than one grade higher."

Look at her generous and calm demeanor, and the sunny smile on her face. She doesn't look like the person who secretly does beautiful things in the rumors. Next to it, a slight mountain breeze blows towards him.

As soon as I blew here, my nostrils inhaled a faint smell of milk, fish, sweat, or a rather pleasant smell. I couldn't explain it. Hey, this person

Why, we haven’t seen the mountain peak, the ditch, or the true face of Lushan Mountain. Suddenly, boom, an evil fire is burning fiercely. The love-love inside, which was originally in the second level of combat readiness, is rising like a golden hoop.

It stretched out like a rod, felt thick and uncomfortable, and was upgraded to the first level of combat readiness. This has never happened before in my flower picking career.

"Alas, playing mahjong hurts harmony, causes trouble, hurts strength, quarrels, and hurts vitality. Just sitting leisurely like this, casually flipping through novels, not only refreshes the mind, but also nourishes the face. Why?

No way."

Hu Cuilian smiled sweetly. She was in the Ma family's old house. The man was a white-collar worker in a large company in other provinces, and he only went home during the Chinese New Year. As a left-behind woman, she had no worries about food and clothing, and had nothing to do in her spare time. She opened the novel and traveled to

In the military camp

, make the private love of a military commander, travel to the president's mansion, be the spoiled wife of a wealthy family, travel to the ancient harem, live out the addiction of a noble concubine, occasionally use the phone line at home,

Chat with friends and have a great time

Tuo Tuo didn't mess around with the women in the old house, play mahjong or quarrel with each other, but when Lin Le praised her for being a higher class, she felt indescribably comfortable, as if he had become some kind of anti-virus software.

Something, suddenly got into my heart, and

Those rubbish, viruses, and bugs were all wiped out. Unintentionally, he was also regarded in a higher level, so he said again, "Hey, since teachers and students have a fight, how about

It's easy, why don't you go sit in the house."

"Okay, Lezi hasn't entered Sister Hu's house yet." Lin Lezheng was eager to receive Beauty's invitation.

This old house of the Ma family is a stone and wood building from the Republic of China. It is extremely old and has an extremely complex structure. Today, the town is asking for it to be maintained as it is. In the future, it will apply for cultural heritage protection or something. The stone door frame, stone pillars, broken

After entering the gate, Hu Cuilian's house is in the first room on the left. There is a wooden door with a beautiful woman posted on it.

New Year picture, push the door and go in, the first room is the living room, with mud walls and mud floor, warm in winter and cool in summer. There is a coffee table, a set of sofas, a TV, and books on the table next to it. Beauty

The handicraft sculptures are simple and a bit romantic, showing the owner's taste, which is very different from that of country women.

"Coffee, cocoa, milk, and Tieguanyin are all brought back by men from other provinces. What can we drink for fun?" Hu Cuilian asked.

"Tieguanyin, it costs one thousand, oh no, the old one." Hey, I thought I was back in the Crane's Nest.

"Oh, the old brand, okay."

Hey, this baby is very particular. There are different brands of Tieguanyin. Fortunately, there are two kinds. Hu Cuilian took out a small packet from the refrigerator, brewed it, and handed it to him with a smile.

"Thank you, Sister Hu." Lin Le took the tea, blew on it, and put it on the coffee table. After all, unlike in Hechao, it was not a business negotiation, but a reminiscence between old friends. Seeing her sit down side by side, he rubbed his buttocks.

He got even closer, his little hands went around behind her, took out a few novels, and brushed the long hair on the back of her head.

"Lezi, you are a high school student and you don't like to read these things." Hu Cuilian felt a little embarrassed when she saw him taking the book.

"There is a golden house in the book." Hey, Ama, what's up with this person? He just touched his hair, like a fish touching a waterweed, and his heart was slightly moved, in a trance, and full of affection. Below

The evil fire was suppressed, and a majestic love turned out to be soft, which was a big taboo for flower pickers. However, with professional determination, he quickly calmed down and turned over.
Chapter completed!