Small farmers dominate the deserted island

"It's always more mouth-watering not to eat than to eat, this dead girl is really appetizing."

Chen Yu laughed trivially, and muttered to himself that he brought a large number of wild and wild game into the courtyard, and started a busy dinner.

With two pots of wine and a few exquisite side dishes, Chen Yu and Jiang Manwu sat opposite each other, sitting at the stone table in the courtyard.

After eating a sumptuous dinner, chatting at the end of the month, Xiao Zhuo two glasses, they know how to enjoy life.

At this time, Jiang Manwu is still wearing that thin gauze skirt, but with white silk belly pockets and cushion pants added to it.

With a tall chest, a slender waist and long legs, she is still so tempting to commit a crime.

"Lady, your dance..."

"Call Madam!"

When Chen Yu spoke, he was interrupted by Jiang Manwu and commanded arrogantly: "From now on, you will only be called Mrs. Lao Niang. If you call it wrong, I want you to look good."

"Madam, your dance is really beautiful, who did you learn from?"

Chen Yu wanted to coax Jiang Manwu to jump for another paragraph, flattering and saying.

"Study in the City Lord's Mansion!" Jiang Manwu replied casually.

Chen Yu suddenly stretched his face and asked tastefully: "Do you often dance the same kind of dance for the shit city lord?"

Jiang Manwu raised his eyes and stared at Chen Yu scorchingly. Without answering, he asked, "Do you think he deserves his wife to dance for him? Or, do you think his wife will dance for him?"

"Then why do you want to learn to dance?" Chen Yu still asked with some taste.

"My old lady likes it, and my old lady is willing to take care of it!"

Jiang Manwu picked up the wine bowl, drank it, got up and left, "If you don't wash it, don't want to go into the house at night, let alone sleep in the old lady's bed!"

Watching Jiang Manwu twisting into the room, Chen Yu was out of mind for a while.

She has been the wife of the city lord for several years, how could she not have close contact with that shit city lord?

Had it not been for Lu Yuanchao's death, Chen Yu would have liked to find his way back to Tianqicheng and smash him into pieces!

Jealous!

This product has actually eaten the jealousy of a dead man!

Unexpectedly, Chen Yu laughed mockingly.

The wooden bucket fetched water, bucket after bucket poured on him, Chen Yu was drenched in a cold water bath, and forced the evil fire in his heart.

It seemed to have made Jiang Manwu angry before. It has become impossible to want to "eat" her at night. Chen Yu feels that sometimes he has a low-mouthed and narrow-minded mind. What kind of jealousy would he have with a dead person!

Slow footsteps came from far and near behind, and Chen Yu didn't need to look back to know that Jiang Manwu was coming.

Does this girl have voyeurism?

Chen Yu thought wildly, pretending not to realize that Jiang Manwu had come behind him.

Suddenly, a warm little hand leaned on his back, accompanied by a touching and gentle words: "Shall I rub your back for you?"

"Okay, I can't ask for it!" Listening to Jiang Manwu's pleading voice, Chen Yu's soul was almost flying, and he nodded fiercely.

"Beautiful you, hurry up, I have something to ask you."

Jiang Manwu changed his face faster than flipping a book, and fiercely twisted Chen Yu's waist, then turned and walked into the house with angrily.

"It hurts, dead fairy, you must torture dead brother!"

Chen Yu screamed bitterly, and when he turned around, he only saw the phantom when Jiang Manwu entered the house, which was fleeting.

"It really didn't chase you?" When Chen Yu Chi Guoguo returned to the house, Jiang Manwu gave him a shameful look, turned his back, and asked softly.

"Really not. I spent a long time in the mountains and forests, but it didn't appear. I guess you can relax your vigilance." Chen Yu lay on the bed with a grin, tearing open the thin cover to cover the crotch.

Although he has a thick-skinned face, he has to worry about how Jiang Manwu feels.

"Put on, the party, let's escape." Jiang Manwu blocked the closet, took out a few clothes from the inside and threw them on the bed, "If you don't have thick fabrics, you just wear them, it's better than naked. ."

Chen Yu sat up, grabbed his clothes and took a look, then couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly.

A pair of big trousers stitched together with several apron pockets, a thin cyan gown and a few pairs of women's padded pants.

The fabrics of the large pants and trousers that were put together have many differences in the colors of the fabrics, which look like patches and patches.

As expected, the original owner of the wooden house was a woman. Her clothes were all as thin as a fairy veil, and the slightly thicker materials were belly pockets and padded pants.

Jiang Manwu took local materials, and it was not easy to make a set of replacement clothes for Chen Yu.

Putting on his new clothes, Chen Yu took photos and shots at the big bronze mirror on the dressing table, jokingly said: "It feels like I am the nine-bag elder of the beggar gang."

Since they decided to abscond overnight, neither Chen Yu nor Jiang Manwu slept.

After looking for some usable materials, he stuffed his backpack full, and then washed the clothes that Chen Yu had changed and dried them.

Jiang Manwu also packs all the clothes that can be carried in the closet into a big bag.

Everything is ready, just wait for dawn to come, take advantage of the cover of night, and flee!

"Since you have all escaped, why do you want to come back?" Waiting for time, Jiang Manwu stared at Chen Yu coldly and asked knowingly.

"Because I can't leave my mother... Madam, you!" Chen Yu replied.

"It's still your conscience!" Jiang Manwu smiled, and then sighed: "Hey, if I die here, or be trapped here forever, it's not bad, at least I don't have to worry about things between you and Qingxue. ."

Chen Yu asked sternly: "You have been cold and hot to me because of Qingxue?"

"Well, my old lady and her can't have two daughters together, hey!" Jiang Manwu sighed again with great distress.

"Because of your uncle's status?" Chen Yu asked.

After getting along for many days, Chen Yu could see that Jiang Manwu was not a tyrant woman, nor was Jiang Qingxue.

There is no idea of ​​monogamy in their bones. On the contrary, it is normal for them to have three wives and four concubines.

The only person who has been fettering Jiang Manwu's heart is the identity of the elder, Shishu.

"Yes, no, I won't talk about it anymore, time is almost up, let's go, hey!"

Jiang Manwu sighed extremely sadly and got up, and he slammed the door out without looking back.

"You just entangled in conflict, brother will open your heart sooner or later!" Following Jiang Manwu out of the wooden house, Chen Yu muttered in his heart.

Jiang Manwu's heart is indeed full of contradictions, not only the life and death experienced with Chen Yu several times, but also the reality of husband and wife.

In her heart, this life is right for Chen Yu not to marry, this is a woman's traditional psychology, but also a selfish idea.

However, she can't be selfish and disregard Jiang Qingxue's feelings. Jiang Qingxue must have known Chen Yu first, worshipped heaven and earth with him, and had intimate relationships with him many times.

Jiang Manwu thought about it many times, looking for a chance to leave Chen Yu and returning him to Jiang Qingxue, but wanted to occupy him for some time.