Lu Mudan said, "He can’t go. He can’t drink. He’s still hurt."

"Really?" Flower widow gently swept her delicate fingers at QuYong’s strong chest muscles and then took it back like a touch, biting her red lip and said, "Can a good man with no injury be so lean and able to eat fat than General Hong? Do you think anyone will believe it if you tell anyone, or is it that Miss Lu is an inside job and has a strange feeling for him?"
Lu Mudan said, "I don’t. I treat all patients equally. If patients are ill, I will be responsible for them. Well, if someone wants to beat me to cure them, I will definitely be rude to him." Her face is so ugly that it is much uglier than General Hong’s asking Qu Yong to accompany him to eat fat. She glared at the widow and seemed to become a little tigress herself.
Suddenly, two tigers, one big and one small, came a long way, and Qu Yong seemed to be choking the horse.
Widow Hua doesn’t seem to want to have a conflict with Peony Lu. She entreated, "It doesn’t matter if you say it, it doesn’t matter if I say it. Why don’t we ask him and see what he says?"
"How do you say it?"
QuYong touch nose in two women hesitated for a moment and then said, "I think if I drink a glass of wine, I still can refuse after all."
Lu Mudan didn’t expect him to go drinking and was anxious to jump through. "What are you doing? You know that going to her place is not to drink a glass of wine. She is the most vicious spider."
"Oh, little peony, you misunderstood me. You know that there will be good wine on this island only if I can make wine and there is a small building in the middle of the lake." Flower widow smiled. "I just want to entertain an original guest. Is it worthwhile for you to do this? People are willing to do it themselves."
Lu Mudan said to Qu Yong, "If you dare to go to her small house in the middle of the lake, don’t come back to my medicine house again."
Qu Yongdao "What"
Lu Mudan said, "Because I feel dirty."
The widow said, "Is it dirty to build a small building in the middle of the lake?"
Lu Mudan didn’t good the spirit way "where is not dirty, people are dirty"
Widow Hua said, "People are dirty. Didn’t I take a shower?"
Lu Mudan said, "Although you took a bath, your heart can’t take a bath. The dirty is the heart."
No one will think that Shuhua’s widow stopped laughing when she heard this. She would also say, "Little Peony, I know what you mean. In this world, a man has three wives and four concubines, which is a man’s business. If a woman has three or four husbands, it is easy virtue, right?"
"nonsense"
Widow Hua said, "This is not nonsense. This is China’s oppression of women for many years. You are still young. I mean, when you reach my age, you will know what easy virtue is. That is really nonsense."
Lu Mudan said, "No matter what kind of excuses you make for yourself, there is nothing."
The widow said, "Oh, feed me a lovely little peony."
Lu Mudan hates her head. It seems that she doesn’t want to see her again. If she looks at her again, she will be defiled. She rushed to ask, "I finally ask if you must go to her small house in the middle of the lake to accompany her to drink."
Qu Yong said, "I happened to have a dry mouth after eating so much fat. I need a glass of wine to quench my thirst."
"Well, I knew that men like * *, so you can go ahead. I misjudged you." Lu Peony turned away and seemed to have tears in her eyes.
Chapter four hundred and thirty-five Be my friend
Widow Hua looked at the peony and ran to Qu Yong and said, "She seems to be crying and a little sad."
QuYong light way "I see"
Widow Hua said, "Don’t you feel bad?"
"Should I feel distressed?" Qu Yong said. "I should feel distressed because she cried."
Flower widow "uh-huh" a low.
Qu Yong looked at her and said, "Didn’t you say that men like widows and don’t like little girls because widows have the benefits of widows?"
"Oh," said the widow Hua, who seems to have drawn her robe gently in the unbearable cold, but without her robe, the symbolic meaning is far greater than the actual meaning. "What’s the benefit of a widow?"
Qu Yong touched his nose and said, "Widows are more experienced and understand what men need than ordinary little girls. A mature man should benefit from being a white widow."
The flower widow seemed a little surprised that Qu Yong could say such a thing. She said, "I didn’t expect you to know that most men in this world don’t understand at an early age."
Qu Yong sighed, "I didn’t come up with this by myself, but one of my best friends. He said that what he said was always reasonable, and I believe he won’t lie to me."
"Best friend, you trust him very much, and he won’t cheat you," said widow Hua. "You should know that most friends in this world cheat."
Qu Yong said, "that’s someone else’s friend. I trust him very much. I believe she will never lie to me. Even if I lie to myself, he won’t lie to me."
How many such sincere friends can a person have in a generation? Qu Yong is really lucky.
The flower widow bit her red lip gently and said, "Your friend is absolutely right. Widows are much better than little girls. We can have a try if you like."
I’m afraid most people would like to know how to taste widows.
Qu Yong’s face also shows that most men in the world should have an expression and say, "Really? Try it. How to try it?"
Widow Hua winked with a little girl and quipped, "How about a try? Come with me. I can tell you slowly when we have something."
Then don’t talk, because it doesn’t really mean much. She dragged him back to her small house in the middle of the lake to comment on the excellent wine she made.
The small building in the middle of the lake is naturally in a small lake. I didn’t expect that there is a clear lake in the middle of the island. Maybe it can’t be said that the lake is a part of the sea. In this small lake, there is a small building with a special pigment painted green, which looks like a green bamboo forest.
Quiet and beautiful, suitable for seclusion, it seems that people like widows can’t finish talking
However, it is very interesting that the widow of flowers actually lives here.
Qu Yong seems to be the most lovely child and flower widow who came to her middle of the lake. As soon as Xiaozhu entered the room, she put her hands on her knees and sat still in the chair, which seemed a little nervous.
As soon as she entered the door, the widow went to change a dress, this time with pure white hair hanging freely like a horse.
Her bed is big, the sheets are white, and her new white clothes bring out the best in each other. The lazy beauty lies in the big bed and looks at the good boy Qu Yong.
"Would you like a drink?"
Qu Yong just wants to drink, and drinking a glass of wine in advance is also helpful to relax. Even if two people are not familiar with each other, they will become familiar with alcohol stimulation, and their performance is not unsatisfactory.
"Okay, I just want to have a drink, too."
The wine will come here soon, which is no better than the outside world. The wine can’t be bought here. It’s really a flower. The widow brewed it herself, and she doesn’t know how she got these things by herself.
Qu Yongma poured himself a cup and felt a little hot.
"That’s not the way to drink wine." The widow chuckled and laughed.
Qu Yong said, "If you don’t drink this way, how do you drink it?"
"Let me teach you, sister." She got up very gracefully and showed a large white chest without comment. She took the glass from Quyong’s hand and poured herself a glass of wine. Then she sat unceremoniously in Quyong’s arms and held Quyong’s neck with a jade arm that bullied frost and snow, and then poured the wine into her mouth.
Didn’t she ask Qu Yong to drink? What, this wine was poured into her own mouth?
It turns out that this wine is not for the widow herself. She pours it into her cherry mouth, rubs the clove uvula, and then pouts her lips, so she will feed the wine to Qu Yong’s mouth.
This battle is simply a debauchery and beauty. Qu Yong feels that his belly is on fire and his face is as red as if he were drunk. He dares to shake his head and dare not drink.
The flower widow saw a strange look in his shy eyes, but she didn’t force him to drink the wine himself, and then she said to Qu Yong with a long aftertaste, "Little brother, you are blushing. Should you still be a virgin?"
QuYongGong face way "of course I’m not"
Flower widow hands over her hair and said, "Isn’t it because you are so nervous that it’s just a glass of wine?"
Qu Yong looked at her and looked at her eyes for a long time and suddenly said, "I’m not nervous. I just don’t want to die."