Chapter 49
After a week of training, Song Yin could firmly grasp thicker objects with his right hand, but his left hand was obviously not as good as before, as his fingers were not strong enough and he could barely open and close them.
From then on, Mu Qingliu could change the way he held him, not always in a princess hug, but occasionally holding his buttocks and hugging him like a naughty child.
Song Yin's arms were completely powerless, so soft that they were wrapped around someone's neck. With his only right hand, he firmly grasped the suit on the back of his plastic husband.
Every time he grasped it, a water mark would appear, but Mu Qingliu had a lot of suits, so he could change them every day, and he didn't care about his wife's nervous sweating.
On the contrary, Mu Qingliu was quite happy to hold his wife for a walk.
Before, Song Yin's body tended to be stiff and it was not very good to maintain balance. Now some key parts are slowly recovering.
Mu Qingliu would definitely like to take the little vegetable out more often to bask in the sun and get in touch with the fresh air of nature.
But Song Yin was shy and started to get upset after being carried out by him once. He said that he was afraid that Mu Qingliu would be too tired.
What he thought in his heart was: [It's like a big fool holding a second fool, and he was surrounded and poked by others on the way.]
[Although going out is indeed fun...]
Mu Qingliu deliberately said, "Don't forget, I can understand your tongue language."
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[I don't think I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue? 】The little vegetative man immediately fell into deep thought, [It is also possible that I just breathed slightly through my mouth and was seen by the surname Mu, damn it! The capitalists' eyes are too cunning, they are simply flawless! 】
Mu Qingliu held Song Yin's hands in his palms, and with the help of his finger strength, he helped his wife do various grip exercises, kneading the base of the fingers, and massaging the finger bones.
"Since you don't want to go out, I won't force you."
[No way! 】
Song Yin said insincerely, "I'm really afraid that you are too tired."
In return, Mu Qingliu laughed lightly as if he understood.
The laughter seemed to shake the aftermath, making the little vegetative man's ears red and hot, but he was still stubborn, "I'm really afraid that you will be tired."
Can villains get tired? Mu Qingliu had a sentence in his mouth: Your husband's physical fitness is something you dare not think about deeply, you will know when you recover.
Mu Qingliu pretended to be serious, "Ask again, do you really not like going out?"
[Time is money, three inches of time is a Xin! ]
[Ten years of life and death are both uncertain, five years of life and death are one unknown! 】
【{b, a, {a}}={b, {b}, {a}, {{a}}, {b, a}, {b, {a}}, {a, {a}}, {b, a, {a}}}, please find the solution...】
Mu Qingliu pinched his wife's beautiful nose and said, "We can go to a place with few people, such as the lakeside or willow bank, or I can rent a rickshaw and take you to the botanical garden in person?"
Song Yin really couldn't stand the temptation to go out, and all his avoidance turned into active attack. The bubbles on his head were swaying, and his empty eye sockets lacking souls were in urgent need of being filled with fresh and energetic things.
Mu Qingliu suggested, "I'll dress you up a little, and I guarantee that no one will focus on you?"
Song Yin gave in.
Mu Qingliu wore a set of sportswear that was good for breathability and sweat permeability, and picked out a Western-style taffeta red awning from a warehouse that had been sealed for half a year. It was both large and exquisite.
It had been a long time since he had the desire to dress up the porcelain doll.
Mu Qingliu unfolded the red awning and gently tied a symmetrical and charming bow around Song Yin's neck.
Song Yin's fair and small Adam's apple, like a delicately wrapped gift, trembled and swallowed under the bow.
Mu Qingliu leaned over and kissed the part reflected by the bow.
Song Yin immediately blushed all over, and thought shyly: "Why did you suddenly kiss there? It's so itchy." 】
【(˙灬˙)(′×灬×')ε(>灬<)з(@灬@)(′-灬-')(#′灬`#)(`灬′)(@灬@)(~灬~)(*灬*)】999+
Mu Qingliu helped his cranky wife put on a bright red coat, and Song Yin's handsome face immediately had a sense of shyness and half-covered tranquil beauty.
Mu Qingliu kissed his exposed red lips, as if kissing his bride through a red curtain.
Song Yin was getting hotter and hotter, and even the bubbles of complaints were boiling and bubbling.
The more I look at him, the more I feel that I should stay at home and cuddle today.
Mu Qingliu hugged Song Yin face to face, and his wife quietly grasped his shoulders like a mature version of Little Red Riding Hood.
When Mu Qingliu went downstairs, he heard Song Yin's soft breathing, and the sweat on his palms had actually soaked through his thin sportswear.
Mu Qingliu's lips, who were not interested in worldly things, seemed to have tasted the taste of marrow, and once again reached into the red, found the hot earlobe, and said with a smile, "I won't break you."
Song Yin suddenly stuttered, "No, no, no... It's just a little weird."
Although his eyes did not recover their function, he could feel a red glow all around him. Mu Qingliu's continuous intimate movements ignited a stream of running flames from the limbs of the little vegetable, and even the fingertips were burning.
Mu Qingliu asked, "Are we going out today?"
Song Yin stuck out a little pink and soft tongue, meaning that you see for yourself.
He thought to himself: [We must go out, we must trick him into going out. Why do I feel like I'm about to get irritated, and it hurts so much there. Going out and breathing some fresh air may make it better.]
This was the first time that the husband and wife had such a harmonious atmosphere, so good that Mu Qingliu didn't feel very good.
As an abstinent boss, this was also the first time he had such an indescribable feeling. He hugged Song Yin tightly, and their first reaction was to rush out the door quickly, fearing that something bad would happen if they didn't go out.
There is a whole lake near the luxury residential area, which was artificially built into a viewing lake. Willow branches were swaying all around, and it was extremely green and charming.
Mu Qingliu held Song Yin and walked among the poplars and willows.
The willow branches were graceful and the breeze was gentle. The red cape that Song Yin used to cover his face was like a beautiful scenery, a little red in the green.
Mu Qingliu suddenly felt a little regretful. He originally planned to take a black lace one, but finally chose the red one by mistake.
All the eyes that passed by the two were conquered by Mu Qingliu's handsome appearance.
But what they finally focused on was the red cloak in his arms and the pair of white and soft arms sticking out of the red awning.
Song Yin's jawbone is extremely beautiful. Even though he is not stunning as a whole, the part of his jawbone extending to the clavicle is extremely sexy.
All the passers-by saw a swan-like white neck and smooth chin under the red color, and their attention was attracted, guessing what kind of beauty the person hiding in the awning had.
A tingling, painful, and sour smell arose in Mu Qingliu's impoverished emotions.
What kind of emotion is this?
Boss Mu didn't intend to care, but put his hand deep into the back of the tent, stroked the back of his wife's neck, brought the little vegetable head to his shoulder, and hid it first.
What are you looking at? Don't you have a beautiful wife?
Mu Qingliu was very strong and didn't plan to leave for a moment. He found a clean bench and sat on it, letting Song Yin ride on his thighs.
The two of them didn't even look at the agreed scenery, and simply hid in the red tent to play by themselves.
Mu Qingliu kissed the sweat on Song Yin's forehead. The wide tent blocked all vision outside, and a vermilion light was dim in the center.
Song Yin also couldn't find his mouth for some reason. Even if he could speak, he would stutter and show his clumsiness.
So he stretched out a little wet and sticky tongue.
[Mu Qingliu, can you understand what I mean? 】
I don't understand.
Mu Qingliu took the soft thing in his mouth, licking it like tasting honey paste, and licked it for a long time.
Song Yin's tongue was slightly red, which might be the afterglow of Doupeng, or it might be because of the hard kiss.
Song Yin thought: [Can't you read tongue language? Why don't you understand what I mean suddenly? ]
The tip of the tongue was not afraid of being entangled, and it stretched out a little bit.
Mu Qingliu made this little bit more exaggerated and moist.
Song Yin said: "..."
[No, I mean..."
[What about the boat trip we agreed on? ]
[If it's always like this, how can we communicate normally in the future! ]
Mu Qingliu looked at his bubbles and complained a lot, and reflected in his heart that he really shouldn't lose control.
He is the person in the world who can control himself the most.
In the future, I'm afraid he won't be like that anymore.
He is feeling regretful.
The skull-shaped bubble frame on Song Yin's head slowly changed shape, gradually losing its scary appearance and turning into a bunch of pink peach hearts.
Strange, it didn't trigger a change of 999+ magnitude?
Song Yin muttered, "If you keep doing this, I'll get angry."
[Stinky villain, don't even know to pick a quiet and deserted place first (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣皿￣///)]