Mu Wanwan held Lingshi and closed the door of the yard. After thinking about it, he still didn't put Lingzhi in the yard and moved to the room.

She collected the unexpected monthly bill, packed up the coins, and put the spirit stone on Mr. Long's pillow...

He was lying on the bed, his expression was the same as when she went out.

"Mr. Long, did you do it?" Mu Wanwan couldn't help but asked, and of course he didn't get any response, but her voice fell, and Mao Chiu, who was covered by the veil, made a clear cry.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Mu Wanwan quickly put down the spirit stone, walked to the hair ball, and lifted the veil.

"Tweet..." The pressure disappeared, and the air was there. Mengmeng was finally not so uncomfortable. She didn't care about the smelly little chicken cubs beside her, lying on the ground like relief, humane like sighing like tweeting sound.

Looking in Mu Wanwan's eyes, it seemed that he was tired and paralyzed because of being too tired.

She felt distressed at once, untied Mengmeng, reached out and touched his little head with her fingers, "Mengmeng, isn't it you?"

Mengmeng didn't know anything. Mengmeng was innocent. Mengmeng blinked her black bean eyes and enthusiastically rubbed Ceng Mu Wanwan's palm.

It behaves like saying... "Mengmeng made it!"

Her eyes softened a bit, and Mu Wanwan said softly and softly, "Mengmeng is awesome!"

A certain dragon who was watching everything secretly: "..."

It's this one again!

Mr. Long was so wronged, he really wanted to open his eyes and say that he did it, but he was afraid that his wife would be scared when he wakes up suddenly.

Most importantly, the lady hasn't bathed him yet.

Forget it, he bears it!

Mr. Long pressed his lips, no matter whether a heart had turned into a lemon or not, his body remained motionless, listening to her sourly.

She was bothered and helpless. Sadly, when she saw her saying "Thank you Mao Chiu, she was very happy", the feeling of aggrieved feeling gradually dissipated.

He raised his ears and heard her say that he was worried that Fu Liu would retaliate, but he was not worried in his heart...

How could he just let the maid slap herself to expose her offense and contempt for his wife? It is even more unlikely that she will have a chance to make trouble. Soon after she goes back, she will probably be thrown out because of her death.

Soon after being thrown out, you might find that the spiritual energy in your Dantian uses one point less than one point, and you can no longer practice.

Mr. Long thought darkly, he is not the kind of soft-hearted dragon, and Mao Chiu took the credit for this time. What if Madam knows that he did it and thinks he is a cruel-hearted dragon?

Thinking of this, the last trace of depression in my heart was replaced by joy.

Heh, this hairy chirp seems to be very happy. After a few days, his wife will be chirped by the bad hair.

If Mengmeng knew that she was carrying a pot again, she would definitely cry. She would have carried so many pots to the bad dragon when she didn't understand anything. It's really too miserable. After all, it's just a single one for a few months. The big cub tweeted!

Mu Wanwan was a little worried, but it was already like this, and she could only accept it, without wasting time, soothed Mao Tweet, and went to the kitchen to get hot water.

I went back and forth several times, and the sound of the hot water was smashed, like a suona welcoming relatives, lively, with uncontrollable joy and anticipation.

Mu Wanwan made preparations, put a few warm stones in the wooden bucket, moved a small bench by the side of the wooden bucket, and then was about to pick up the plant dragon and throw it into the wooden bucket.

Realizing that she was getting closer and closer, Mr. Long's nervous ears kept shaking.

Mu Wanwan was also a little embarrassed, but looking at the dirt on Mr. Long's clothes, embarrassed it turned into a desire for cleanliness. She stretched out her hand very disgustedly to untie Mr. Long and was still stained with a smell of chicken cubs. The belt, stretched out his hand to support his shoulders, took off the clothes that the dragon had put on before, and threw it on the ground.

When his skin touched the cold air, Mr. Long's eyelashes kept trembling, he was just taking off his clothes normally, but he felt that his wife was touching him.

"Mr. Long, it's dirty." Before Mu Wanwan had time to admire the tightly arranged abdominal muscles and veritable mermaid line of a certain dragon, he saw that the chicken cub's stink actually got on him a little bit.

Alas!

Nothing to appreciate beauty is gone, Mu Wanwan frowned slightly, hurriedly picked up the veil that was set aside and wrapped his palms, and then, like a strong man, he held Mr. Long's tail in one hand and put the other on him. Under the neck, she picked up Princess Dragon with difficulty.

Mr. Long pretended to sleep innocently, like a large Barbie doll, let his wife play with him.

"It's heavy." It was the first time that Mu Wanwan completely hugged the dragon, feeling that the dragon in his arms was almost like the heavy pressure of life that was about to crush her and didn't run away.

When Mu Wanwan finally put the dragon into the barrel with difficulty, her clothes were half wet.

The well-behaved Mr. Long blushed and sat in a wooden barrel with his tail crossed. He could completely fit the crooked wooden barrel, and could only hold half of the dragon.

Although Mr. Long's tail is not pointed, its volume is so impressive that half of his chest is leaking outside, and his long black hair is draped in the water.

The mist evaporates, and the whole dragon is fumigated.

Mu Wanwan felt that his waist was about to be overwhelmed, so he panted. It was too much waist-consuming to take a bath for Mr. Long, okay?

She sighed and rolled up her sleeves, revealing two white arms.

Her skin is really good.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but touched her slippery arm. Ever since she kissed Mr. Long last time and drank the Dragon Blood Strength Level, she felt that her skin was getting better and better.

The white arm pressed Mr. Long's shoulder and helped a dragon adjust its posture. Mu Wanwan was about to take a water scoop to bathe the dragon.

This time I simply washed the hair with him. Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long's long hair, scooped up a scoop of water, followed his long hair, slid down his collarbone, hidden in the water, and Mu Wanwan reached out to take him. A strand of hair was pulled apart, and it was facing his shoulders that he didn't know when it was red.

Her face flushed instantly.

In fact, it is not the first time that she has done this kind of cleaning, and there is no dragon now (Wow...), so she probably felt embarrassed from the beginning to the broken tank, isn't it just bathing the dragon? It's still a plant dragon, and she didn't want to do anything to him, she doesn't have to be psychologically burdened at all!

Mu Wanwan tried to persuade herself to just take a shower and not look at it. He took a side of the ordinary plant that he bought for cleaning, squeezed the juice from the plump leaves, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and prepared to paste it to Mr. Long's. When Mao was on his ears, he caught a glimpse of his water-stained eyelashes and rosy lips, and then looked at the terrible white juice in his hand...

Mu Wanwan: "..."

See no evil, see no evil.

She is very simple, she has no other thoughts, it's strange that she didn't think there was any problem with this plant's super clean sap before.

With hot cheeks, Mu Wanwan quickly dipped in water to rub the foam out, and quickly bathed the dragon.

She felt a bit uncomfortable and ambiguous, and Mr. Long was no longer able to do it.

Patience is about to reach the limit.

He knew his wife was very soft, but he didn't expect her to be so soft.

He knew his wife was very gentle, but he didn't expect her to be so gentle.

Although it's just pure cleanliness without any other thoughts, he can't help himself.

The warm fingertips with slightly hot water, along his ears that are sensitive to temperature and humidity, all the way down...

The curse hadn't completely subsided, and the meridians were a bit dull and painful, but Mr. Long already felt the blood flow back, and his whole body was boiling.

...

"Ok..."

When Mu Wanwan rubbed Dragon's ears, she suddenly heard a low and patient voice. She stiffened at once, and looked at Mr. Long's face in disbelief...

Although his cheeks are very red, his brows are still frowning, his lips are pursed, and his face is painful, not as if he is awake.

Did she get it wrong?

Mu Wanwan rubbed the dragon's ears a few more times, tentatively rubbing repeatedly, she did not hear any other sounds, and she gradually let go of her mind.

That's right, how long has she been here, Mr. Long can't wake up so quickly, right?

Mr. Long endured hard and felt that every second was tormented, and he wanted the time to pass a bit slower, and then a bit slower.

He didn't make a sound anymore, Mu Wanwan smoothly washed his ears and hair, and after washing them, Mr. Long became a decent dragon again.

"Do you want to brush the scales?" Mu Wanwan's low voice followed Mr. Long's eardrums, exploding the crackling electric flowers all the way!

Wash, wash the scales?

Wouldn't it...

Will encounter some places that shouldn't be touched?

Is it too fast?

Mr. Long thought, he was not prepared to do it so quickly.

But if the lady, if the lady wants.

He, he can too.

Mr. Long's thoughts are gradually slipping to the edge of danger. Mu Wanwan knows nothing about the bad idea of ​​a bad dragon. She is really in a sanitary perspective and is considering whether to rub scales by the way.

After all, I haven't washed it for more than a month, and the dragon should like to be clean, right?

She was holding the brush, and before she started her hands, a crisp voice came from her ears...

"Tweet!"

Meng Meng, who has been left out in the corner all the time, smells the fragrance of plants washed away by water in the air, and has no intention of'tweeting' to comfort the three chicken cubs who were frightened by the pressure of Mr. Long, and lifted them up. Little Wing sniffed the stinky hair on her body, ah, Xiao Chiu who loves clean can't stand it!

After Mu Wanwan helped her untie the rope, she didn't tie Mengmeng again, so Mengmeng was able to move freely.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng also wants to wash incense!

As a result, a certain dragon who was still immersed in the gentle touch of his wife, and Gong Mu Wanwan, who was dying with a scrubbing brush, was smashed into the water by the fatter and fatter Mao Chiu in the next second.

Mr. Long who was forced to wake up from his charming thoughts: "..."