Married to a Disabled Man in the 70’s - Chapter 22

After the continuous (sexual) task is released, as long as the first time is completed, a new task can be released, but this task is a bit tricky. +++Mobile phone reading visit m.mtlnovel.com

Su Jiao Jiao struggled for a while, Song Qinghan saw that something was wrong, and thought she was uncomfortable, but she was fooled by her.

Fortunately, there is no deadline for this task, so don’t worry.

She thought about eating first.

It was really hot during the day, there was no electricity in the countryside, so even if you could buy a refrigerator with money, Su Jiao started to make some mung bean soup and secretly bought some ice cubes from the system.

There is no well water in their house, but there is in the home. The mung bean soup is poured into a glass bottle, and it is thrown into the well with a basket. After an hour or two, the mung bean soup will become cold.

Others are ordinary cold. Sujiaojia secretly added ice cubes here, which made it more comfortable to drink.

Of course, she did not dare to let others know.

“I got mung bean soup in my mom in the morning. I can drink it when I get up in the afternoon (sleep Shui). You don’t go fishing in the afternoon and rest at home.” Su Jiao Jiao said.

“Okay.” Song Qinghan was very obedient, letting fish just fish, and nodding immediately.

Su Jiao Jiao spent more than a month with him, and he got used to the command: “I will marinate a fish later (to kill sha) and cook at night. For the rest, I will give my parents six of them.”

Of these six, of course, there are two brothers, Su Jiao is quite generous.

“Good.” Song Qinghan nodded again.

Su Jiao raised his leg under the table under the table and grinned: “How can you say that? Don’t you know how to take the initiative?”

Song Qinghan directly clamped her feet, making her unable to move. She was about to tease her. After hearing this, she wondered: “What? How to take the initiative?”

Before waiting for Su Jiao to speak, he glanced at her face embarrassedly. The meaning was self-evident.

Su Jiao Jiao blushed a little bit, and kicked the other foot too, no good breath: “I mean you don’t know to take the initiative and say to send fish to my parents?”

The leg was sorely hurt by the light and heavy kick, but Suo Jiao’s tone changed, and Song Qinghan immediately became honest. He loosened his leg and coaxed softly, “Isn’t this too late to say? Ao, don’t be angry.”

“Not angry.” Su Jiao Jiao shook his head helplessly.

Song Qinghan lowered her mind and held out her left hand without holding chopsticks, watching her keep wiping sweat, and said distressedly: “I’ll fan you later.”

After eating, the two (sleeping Shui) took a nap.

Song Qinghan, who has more than half of her legs, moved outside (sleeping Shui), and Sujiaojiao was inside.

Song Qinghan was lying on her side with a fan, and fanned her at once. Su Jiao was comfortably fanned. After a while (Shui Shui) came up, she closed her eyes confusedly and said vaguely: “I (sleeping Shui) don’t need to fan anymore…”

“Hmm.” Song Qinghan answered, but kept on his hands, and looked at her tenderly with brows.

When Su Jiao woke up, the people around him (sleeping Shui) were also sleeping, but the hand was still fanning down, the wind was not strong, and only a little coolness could be felt, but in this way, he just looked at Su Jiao Stunned.