Scumbags Follow the Good System: Chapter 131 The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Cong Liang dragged Song Xiaotu Ji onto the bed, and in a huge posture, he was actually playing with him. He held down his two kicked legs, took off his shoes, and threw them off the ground. Under the gaze of Di Liuyuan's eyes, she couldn't hold back her face any longer, and laughed "poof".

"What are you afraid of?" Cong Liang said, looking down at his waist, "You can't do it, right?"

Song Chen subconsciously followed Congliang's line of sight, and also glanced at himself, then blushed, and stretched out his hand to push Congliang.

Congliang originally wanted to scare him, but seeing how fierce he was struggling, Congliang let go.

It's just that Song Chen was kicking his legs when Cong Liang Leng let go of his hands, and was sturdyly kicked in the chest. It hurts...it doesn't hurt, but it feels very weird.

The two stopped at the same time, Cong Liang just wanted to say it was all right, but when he saw Song Chen's expression, he immediately changed his routine. Eighteen bends.

Song Chen didn't know how to heal. He looked at Congliang and knew that she should be pretending. Now he can be completely sure that the woman in front of him must be a powerful person. He can even know the thoughts in his heart. Maybe being kicked by him is so exaggerated, and the screaming doesn't sound like it hurts...

But he really kicked people and kicked them in that kind of place. Song Chen was an honest person. After listening to it for a while, he was defeated in two high-pitched and eloquent tacts from Cong Liang, and he sat on the edge of the bed at a loss. look at her.

Seeing Song Chen's appearance from a good angle, he hummed loudly. Sure enough, Song Chen couldn't stand her appearance for a while, and came over and patted her on the shoulder.

"You..." Song Chen sat on the edge of the bed with his legs on the ground, ready to run away at any time, "Are you all right?"

"There's something," Cong Liang worm-like arched in Song Chen's direction twice, tentatively resting on Song Chen's lap, and said **** words with a serious face, "My heart hurts, you can rub it for me."

Song Chen was stunned when he heard the words, and when he reacted, he was about to get up. Congliang had to release his hand from his heart immediately, raised it above his head, and said in a surrender gesture, "Okay, okay..." Congliang said, "Stop making trouble, let's get down to business. , don't you have any questions you want to ask me, just ask."

Song Chen moved his legs, but did not push Congliang's head in the end. Hearing that, his eyes dropped, looking at Congliang who was resting on his lap, pursed his lips and asked, "Is she dead?"

"No," Cong Liang looked at Song Chen's face, and didn't even bother to talk nonsense, "She ran away."

"Run..." Song Chen frowned silently.

Congliang hooked his neck down, carrying the blame for such a long time, but when she got rid of it, she didn't hesitate to smear him, "She doesn't want you, she ran away with a wild man, you forget her, okay?"

Even if Song Chen tried his best to raise his head, he couldn't help his strength. His back was hooked into a crescent-shaped arc, and the drooping hair, the two people breathing close together could be heard.

"What else do you want to ask?" Cong Liang said softly, "I don't kill people, and I don't eat people. I appear by your side in her identity because I like you and want to be nice to you..."

"She doesn't want you, I want it." Congliang narrowed the distance between the two again, "Now I ask you... Do you give it?"

Song Chen has never been so close to another person before, and the near nose is full of the aura that belongs to the good.

When he heard her voice close at hand, and told him that he came to him as his wife because he liked it and wanted to be nice to him, Song Chen felt that the blood all over his body seemed to be splattered at that moment. After picking up the firewood from Mars, Cong Liang took a deep breath, and it burned with a bang.

"...How long?" Song Chen heard that he finally asked cautiously.

He felt that his mind was a little unclear at the moment. He remembered that Huang Xiaoxian'er said that she should come to the world for fun, and she would leave when she got tired of playing. He was also very sure that she was fundamentally different from him. He didn't even know what she was. If one day she really left, he wouldn't even be able to find her.

But thinking of the past few days of getting along, the tacit understanding between the two when they matched and made clothes, although it was short-lived, but every scene was what he once dreamed of.

He had never felt that he was so close to a dream... Cong Liang oddly fitted all his fantasies about his wife, even if it seemed unrealistic to fall from the sky like this, he had no way to refuse.

No one has ever approached him in such a different way, without disapproving of his disability, and would help him make clothes and food for him, and kept saying that he liked him, even though he was someone else, just because he wanted to be with him. Well...why would he say no?

Cong Liang laughed, but she said it was impossible, thanks to her not believing the spoilers of the system. Although Song Chen teased her like a frightened bunny, the fear could not be sweet, and the relationship between them How could that feeling be fake.

"I..." Cong Liang just wanted to open his mouth to swear, but An An Song Chen's heart just said a word, and his wet and soft lips were pressed against it.

She rested on Song Chen's lap, her eyes half-squinted, Song Chen bent down and hung her head, her hair was let down, and the two people who pressed their lips and teeth to each other, separated a blushing little world, and the candlelight that came in between the gaps, Let Cong Liang see his closed eyes and trembling eyelashes.

Congliang raised his eyebrows, and while surprised, he held his breath for a while, for fear of a slightly larger reaction, Song Chen was shocked and left her and ran away.

Song Chen didn't move when he put his lips on it, except for the fluttering of his eyelashes, he didn't even breathe, and the whole person who was holding back for a moment turned pink.

Cong Liang squinted to see him like this, and sighed inwardly, his hand was about to press down on his neck again, giving him a standard tutorial, Song Chen finally moved.

Cong Liang swears that he has never received such a terrifying kiss, nor has he ever received a kiss that lasted so long. Song Chen gently cupped her lips with her lips and kissed her gently, not going deep, repeating tossing and turning, holding his fingers lightly. Her hair trembled with every movement and breath.

This kind of feeling is so wonderful, it seems that there is nothing more important in this world than kissing each other. After a few worlds, I can sum up a book of 100 types of goodness, which makes Song Chen this fresh The baked chicken is a little confusing for the pro.

When the two of them parted their lips, there were not many candles left. They had already burned out, and the room was plunged into darkness. Cong Liang didn't even laugh in this green to monotonous intimacy. Instead, the throbbing tide in his heart swayed. Spread in the extremities.

Song Chen straightened up, and as soon as Liang Liang sat up, he was hugged by him with one arm. One of the two sat on the edge of the bed and turned towards the bed, and the other turned towards the bed, with an awkward hug. Together, they pressed their foreheads together, and in the darkness, no one spoke for a long time.

"Let's get married..." Song Chen turned his head slightly and put his head on Cong Liang's shoulder and said.

"No...cough!" Congliang's throat tightened a little, feeling Song Chen's stiffness, he quickly explained, "We are already husband and wife, we don't have to be so troublesome," Congliang also put his head on Song Chen's shoulder, "Now, let's talk about it now. The business in the store is not good, we will make up for it after we have savings, okay?"

Song Chen smiled silently, he turned his head and kissed Congliang's face, he almost had the urge to cry for her thoughtfulness, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay..."

Congliang's waist was sore. Although he was very obsessed with this novel feeling, he couldn't hold it so awkwardly all night. After a while, he gave a fake "cough" and said, "It's late at night, let's Take a shower and rest... husband?"

She clearly felt that Song Chen was shaking, Congliang couldn't hold back his laughter, the two separated, Song Chen lit a candle, stood beside the bed, his eyes wandering, but he didn't follow Congliang to look at each other, staring at the bed on the leg of the bed. Chain said: "Let's go downstairs to wash together."

Cong Liang smiled and dragged him by the sleeve, dragging him to the side of the bed, "Look at me, just now you kissed me first, and then..."

Song Chen turned his head to meet Congliang's gaze, glared at her, and said, "Take off the chain..."

"You don't tie me?" Cong Liang stretched out his hand and shook the chain, feeling regretful, "Just untie it like this."

Song Chen glared at her, "How else do you want to solve it?"

"It will be solved without doing anything?" Congliang murmured in a low voice, "It's a forced **** anyway."

"What?" Song Chen said seriously: "You... you are not her, you don't need to be tied."

"But not only does it prevent stealing, but it can also do a lot of things." Cong Liang said with a smile.

"Ah?" Song Chen looked innocent, "What are you doing?"

Cong Liang rubbed between his brows, unable to laugh or cry in the eyes of Song Chen, who finally shook his head and sighed, stretched out his hand casually, and broke the chain, pressing his shoulder helplessly, "Let's go, wash up."

After the two washed up, Song Chen hesitated for a while at the door of the small house at the entrance of the stairs, and was pulled by Cong Liang, towards the direction of the stairs, "Oh, don't sleep there, you can't stretch your legs!"

"How do you know?" Song Chen followed Liangshou up the stairs and asked curiously.

"Your height," Cong Liang said, "that bed is not long enough at all."

Song Chen couldn't help but look at her sideways. Just as he was about to praise her for being careful in his heart, Congliang spoke again after three seconds, "I don't only know your height..."

Song Chen's intuition is that the following is not good, and as expected, Congliang is close to his ear: "I still know your size~"

Song Chen suddenly thought of that time when the two were in the same bed. When he woke up... He was burned as if he had been burned, so he shook Congliang's hand, and Congliang immediately changed his words, "I'm talking about shoulder width and leg length!"

"Tsk!" Cong Liang said with dignity: "What are you thinking, hurry into the house!"

Song Chen really thought that he wanted to go wrong, his face was flushed with shame, and he was embarrassed to lift his head when he entered the room.

Congliang closed the door on the second floor, put the candlestick on the wall, turned around and pushed Song Chen on the door, without saying hello, he directly reached in along the hem of the long gown, towards Song Chen's abdomen.

Just after washing up, Cong Liang's hand was still cold, Song Chen took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to hold Cong Liang's shoulder.

"Of course I know this," Congliang said, "but you said that you have ribs all over your body, and your waist is almost as thin as mine. Isn't the length a bit inconsistent?"

Song Chen exhaled heavily, pressed the hand on Cong Liang's shoulder to hook her neck, pulled her into his arms, took a deep look with red eyes, and kissed her sideways.

The author has something to say: I will answer the little angel's question last night.

1 If the world behind is dismantled and reopened, it will not be the story of Congliang. After a bit of fusion, two brain holes were opened today, and there should be one or two more in the follow-up, because they are pinched together, and the modern ones are removed, it is impossible to seven.

2. At present, there is a dog crossing and a **** queen. The pre-collection of the column has been opened, and those who like it can be collected first.

3 Some little angels reacted that the heroine was too aggressive and wanted to see more women. I did not finish the live broadcast. The heroine is a scumbag and cowardly little coward, you can pay attention The type that specializes in poking big holes)

——The above, and then I will make a solemn confession.

Thanks for the understanding and support of the little angel. I cried like a dog yesterday, and then the brain hole of the dog king, that's how it came, yes, that's right...cough.

I love you.