Chapter 875 Can You Be Unproficient? (Seeking a Monthly Ticket)

In the early morning, dewdrops condense on the grass and slide down slowly along the leaves. The dewdrops drip on the wet soil, and a gust of breeze blows by, bringing the fragrance of the soil and the unique smell of the mountain forest in the morning.

In the courtyard, the summer sun shines into the window sill, the white curtains float with the wind, and the shadows of the curtains are sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes high and sometimes low.

A few grains of dust in the room exude a faint color under the sun, like an elf dancing in the air.

Perhaps the sun felt that it was not shining far enough. They crawled hard and finally climbed to the new bed full of festive red.

Under the new quilt embroidered with a large "囍" character, the girl had already woken up, looking at him beside her pillow with bright eyes blinking.

In fact, the girl had already woken up with two incense sticks.

During the two incense sticks, the girl counted his eyelashes over and over again.

After making sure that she counted correctly, she cautiously stretched out her little white hand, stroked the tip of his brow, and gently stretched the tip of his brow from the inside out.

Then the girl was attracted by his nose again, she stretched out her index finger, the soft lips nodded his nose lightly.

In his sleep, he snorted a few times like a lazy pig, and because his nose was itchy, he lowered his head and arched into the girl's arms.

The girl with reddish cheeks held his head in her arms, and the visible happiness had already climbed up the girl's eyebrows.

It seems that what the girl is holding is not just the head of a scumbag, but the whole world...

And after the husband was quiet again, the wife's attention was attracted by his mouth again.

Like a thief, the girl's big Kazilan eyes moved slightly, and then she shrank into the quilt until her forehead was a little lower than his.

Immediately, the girl's head approached slowly, her head lifted slightly, and her cherry-pink lips were slightly stained on his lips.

Again and again.

It's like when you play the game at the beginning, it is always the last one million.

Finally, Jiang Lin was woken up even if it was a superficial touch.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was that exquisite face.

Really good looking!

However, when she was discovered, her cheeks turned redder, but she still didn't turn around, she just lowered her head, resting her forehead on Jiang Lin's chest.

"It's time to get up." After a long time, the girl said slowly.

"Ahhhhh." Jiang Lin also came back to his senses.

On the second day after the skirt-cutting ceremony, there seemed to be some other ceremony, so I really couldn't stay in bed, and I couldn't watch the animal world with Shu Fang anymore.

Also on the second day of the skirt-cutting ceremony, the wife has to change her husband's clothes, and the husband has to draw eyebrows for his wife.

So after Ji Fang dressed Jiang Lin a little clumsily, Jiang Lin pressed Ji Fang's shoulders and asked her to sit in front of the dressing table, and Jiang Lin picked up the eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows.

Regarding thrush, Jiang Lin is still very confident

The eyebrow pencil in the hand is skillfully turned, like a beauty master!

He was just painting and painting, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Barley, what's the matter?" Jiang Lin stopped what he was doing.

Is it because I didn't draw well enough?

"It's all right." Ji Fang shook his head, "It's just that compared to my husband's thrush, my concubine's dressing as a husband is so clumsy, husband. I'm sorry."

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It's okay if you don't say it, but this one directly hit Jiang Lin's scumbag soul head-on!

Why is it clumsy? Because it's the first time I have changed clothes for a man, so of course it's clumsy

On the contrary, in Jiang Lin's heart, Shu Fang is clumsily cute.

And why is he so proficient.

I remembered that I had painted for Master, Jiuyi, and Susu, even when I was wearing women's clothing.

Can this be unskilled?

It's the first time for Yi Fang to dress a man, and it's the Nth time for him to dress a woman's eyebrows

ah this

Comparing the two, Jiang Lin feels guilty for being the soul of a scumbag who has cultivated for so many years.

"Husband?"

Sensing that the eyebrow pencil in Jiang Lin's hand stopped, Shu Fang gently held Jiang Lin's hand.

"Husband... the concubine will practice in the future, and won't be so clumsy..."

"It's okay, even if it's clumsy, I still like it." Jiang Lin patted the back of her hand lightly, drew the final black eyebrows, and combed her long hair with a comb.

His long hair is very thin, like a black waterfall formed by a 0.5 mm refill, and it is extremely smooth. The comb goes from the root to the tip of the hair without any hindrance.

Tuck up half of her long hair, put the other half down her shoulders, and gently put it on her slender back, and finally insert the hairpin. The emerald green jade-colored steps sway gently, like a wind chime swaying slightly under the breeze. .

After dressing up, Ji Fang got up gently, put his little hand into Jiang Lin's palm, and walked out.

Shu Fang told Jiang Lin that he needed to worship his ancestors today.

This ceremony requires both husband and wife to come together.

Of course, for Jiang Lin's family now, there are three people

But in Jiang Lin's mind, there might be more than just three people in the future.

And since it's not considered a formal marriage, Murong Qin doesn't need to go to pay respects to Shu Fang on the second day of the skirt cutting ceremony.

So Ji Fang wanted to go pick up Murong Qin with Jiang Lin.

But Jiang Lin strongly rejected it.

"Yesterday I slept with you. Qin'er was actually not in a good mood. I'll go and coax her. You stay at home first, and wait for me to bring Qin'er over."

With that said, Jiang Lin kissed Jian Fang lightly on the forehead.

"good."

She just lowered her head and responded softly: "Yeah."

After coaxing him to death, Jiang Lin rushed to Murong Qin's courtyard.

After arriving at Murong Qin's courtyard, Jiang Lin walked towards the inner courtyard without saying a word. When the maid said that Murong Qin hadn't woken up yet, Jiang Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine if you don't wake up.

It seems that his rocket head hammer is still very fierce.

"Leave it to me, and you can go to work."

"Yes, uncle."

After the maid was dismissed by Jiang Lin, Jiang Lin tiptoed open the door and entered Murong Qin's room.

The girl on the bed was still sleeping peacefully, muttering something incessantly.

When he listened closer, Jiang Lin heard "Senior, Qin'er will be shy"

I don't know what dream this little girl had.

However, Jiang Lin skillfully took off his shoes and coat, then rolled over and got into bed, lying beside Murong Qin.

Putting Qin'er's willow waist with both hands, she turned Qin'er's face to her, and then let Qin'er's head rest in her arms.

In the end, Jiang Lin's gentle spiritual power slowly entered Murong Qin's mind.

The girl's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and then slowly stretched out, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

When Qin'er opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jiang Lin's appearance.

"Qin'er, wake up."

Jiang Lin tickled her nose lightly, and Asahi (scumbag) said.