Bai Weiwei broke away with one hand and patted his big palm on her waist, and said in a false voice: "Okay, why are you like a child, holding me like this, how can I write if I am asked?
Let go, I'm going to finish this quickly!"
After just now, he was like a child. After finishing his words, he really acted like a child and made trouble at Bai Weiwei: "Unfair! Unfair!"
Bai Weiwei didn't know what he suddenly shouted about unfairness, and asked in surprise: "Why...why is it unfair?"
Mo Qianxun's voice sounded very angry, but it still sounded nice and charming like a magnet: "You think about a lot of people in your heart, but you just don't miss me! I am your husband! You have never written it to me.
What, now I have to write so many messy things to an outsider!" He buried his face on her shoulders, sucking the fragrance of flowers on her body. He couldn't see his expression, but he seemed to have a very strong tone
Wronged.
Bai Weiwei understood that this guy is still jealous of feelings.
But if this is what people hear him comment on Tao Yuanming's poems being messy, I am afraid that many people will come to beat him up.
After thinking about it, Bai Weiwei comforted him very gently and said, "Or otherwise, I will write you exactly the same one?" Anyway, she has a lot of free time, and she is also idle, so she should practice writing and review it.
He also said that we should review the old and learn the new! Besides, if we write the same thing as this, he will not say that it is unfair!
Mo Qianxun shook his head backwardly: "I don't want it! I am your husband, he is an outsider. Although he saved you once, he is still an outsider. I don't want to be the same as him. You have to write something for me.
It's even better than his! It's thousands of times better! This shows how different you are from close to you!"
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Bai Weiwei was really amused by Mo Qianxun's words. First, he was so cute and ridiculous that it was unbearable to refuse. Second, it seemed difficult to let her write some poems better than Tao Yuanming's.
Extremely difficult.
Gou Tou looked at her hesitantly, and Mo Qianxun snorted dissatisfiedly: "If you don't agree, or if you think I don't know how to write, you'd better fool me with something than him. If I know, I will be so sad!
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"Okay, well, write! Why don't you write for you? You have to let me think about it." Bai Weiwei comforted her with a good temper, thinking about what to write.
Then he slapped his forehead and turned his head to smile, his face was as bright as a peach blossom, and his beauty was as beautiful as a cloud: "I thought of what to write for you, it's better to keep it for him. I'll write for you now, you can let go of me
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Mo Qianxun frowned and opened his mouth dissatisfied to bite her earrings, which made her shudder. But he didn't bite him hard, and angrily let go of her slender waist and said impatiently: "
Well, then you write quickly! I will read it with Lao Wang who knows a few words in the village."
Bai Weiwei brushed her forehead with cold sweat, glanced at his face like a resentful woman and then smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it's definitely better than these! You don't have to look for Lao Wang, I'll read it later!"
Mo Qianxun smiled and urged happily: "Madam! Then you write quickly, write quickly, I want the best one!"
"Finish!" Bai Weiwei once again folded the "Peach Blossom Spring" with only the beginning and replaced it with a clean white paper on the table.