Wang Qingsong felt inexplicably resistant after hearing this. In the past, he always took the initiative to ask for it. After being intimate with Qian Qinglian, he had to face his wife's enthusiasm when he returned.

In just this period of time, he was clearly feeling overwhelmed.

The only thing she could do was take medicine to deal with it, but she didn’t expect Qian Qinglian’s addiction to become more and more serious.

Yesterday and the day before yesterday were both free, but now it’s needed again.

He really didn't want this to happen, so he thought for a moment and said, "Well, I...I have some..."

He wanted to say that he was a little tired, but he couldn't say it. Saying such words would be a shame for a man.

Then he changed the subject: "I'm worried about burying antiques at night, so I can't devote myself to it at all. Let's just forget it."

Qian Qinglian smiled and said, "I can't concentrate, but I have a way. As long as I turn off the lights and can't see anything, it will be easier to concentrate.

If you are not sick yet, there is no way to concentrate.

Just take a little pill.

Little blue pill, hello and I are fine."

Having said this, she burst into laughter.

It seems that he thinks the advertising slogan he said is quite interesting.

Taking medicine again?

Wang Qingsong frowned. At the beginning, he only needed one pill. He felt much more confident after taking it.

But after taking it for a month, one pill no longer worked.

Now he always takes two pills, and the night before last, he even took three.

He always felt that if this continued, the usage would only increase.

He was already somewhat worried. He was trying to find a way to refuse when he saw Qian Qinglian reach out and pick up the small bottle from the windowsill. She opened the lid, poured two pills out of it into her palm, and handed it to Wang Qingsong: "Sir, take the medicine."

She recalled the scenes in the short videos where many women were feeding medicine to their husbands.

I improvised a sentence.

Wang Qingsong’s facial muscles were tangled: “What are you talking about? Pan Jinlian poisoned Wu Dalang, so she said that.

This is the aphrodisiac you gave me.

It’s totally different!”

Qian Qinglian smiled and said, "It's definitely different. Pan Jinlian wanted Wu Dalang to die.

I'm here to cheer you up."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on Wang Qingsong's face. His hand slowly slid down along the neck to the collarbone, and continued down along the chest, passing the belly button.

Continue down.

……

Jingle bell bell~

Suddenly the cell phone rang.

Wang Qingsong pushed Qian Qinglian away and got out of bed: "It's time, I'm going to bury the antiques."

Qian Qinglian frowned and said, "Why are you leaving when we are only halfway there?

There is no rush to bury the antiques. You can bury them tomorrow. Don't go today.

Come on, come on, sleep with me, quickly."

Wang Qingsong hurriedly put on his clothes: "The sooner he is buried, the better. I want to get Wang Tiezhu in as soon as possible."

Qian Qinglian said somewhat displeasedly: "I'm halfway up the mountain and will soon reach the top.

You can't leave me halfway up the mountain, don't go, come up quickly."

Wang Qingsong had already put on his pants: "Do you want to avenge your son?"

He felt it necessary to mention some cruel reality, otherwise Qian Qinglian would continue to pester him.

Qian Qinglian said unhappily: “Of course I want to avenge my son, but at my age, it’s like eating.

Can't you let me eat my fill first if I eat one meal less?

Besides, being happy is more important than anything else. Otherwise, what is the meaning of living?"

……

Wang Qingsong was stunned. He didn't expect Qian Qinglian to give such a reason.

It seems that this is the only thing to be alive.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't find any reason to refute.

Finally, I had to compromise: “Why don’t you wait until I come back? At worst, I can take two more pills.

That's all right, right? "

Qian Qinglian nodded: "That's good enough, go quickly, I'll wait for you~"

Wang Qingsong sighed inwardly, put on his short-sleeved shirt, put on his shoes, picked up the small bag he had prepared long ago, picked up a small shovel at the door, and left the house.

The night is very dark.

I can barely see my fingers.

He turned on the flashlight on his cell phone, illuminated the road under his feet, and walked towards Wang Tiezhu's house.

When he arrived at Wang Tiezhu's house, he turned off the flashlight on his mobile phone, and relying on his memory of the terrain he had observed during the day, he climbed up the wall, flipped over, and then jumped down gently.

bang~

Although he tried very hard to control the strength, the noise when he landed was still particularly loud in the quiet midnight.

He was so scared that he quickly grabbed the wall with one hand. As soon as he heard the door open, he would jump over the wall and run away.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

He finally felt relieved.

He walked along the wall to the corner, used a small shovel to pry up the floor tiles on the ground, and then began to dig the soil.

Every shovelful of it was light.

He tried hard not to make any sound, but in fact it was impossible to be silent, he just kept the noise to a minimum.

He dug a hole and buried the small package in it.

After re-laying the floor tiles, he suddenly found a pile of dirt on the ground. If he didn't remove it, Wang Tiezhu would find out something fishy at a glance the next day.

He thought for a long time, gritted his teeth, took off his short-sleeved shirt, tied it up at the bottom and the two cuffs, leaving only a hole at the collar.

It looks like a cloth bag.

He felt quite satisfied and put the soil on the ground into a cloth bag made from his short-sleeved shirt.

Then he climbed over the wall and left.

On the way home, he held the cloth bag in one hand, secretly proud of his own cleverness.

But when he reached the door of his house, he remembered that Qian Qinglian was still waiting for him on the kang.

His mood suddenly became low.

It seemed that the woman waiting on the kang was not the one who made him excited or even thrilled.

Instead, she is a gluttonous aunt who cannot be satisfied no matter how hard one tries, and who even needs medicine to feed her.

in the room.

On the big kang.

Qian Qinglian lay on her side on the big kang, posing in the most seductive posture.

Eyes fixed on the door.

After thinking for a moment, she picked up the medicine bottle on the windowsill, opened the lid, and took out two small blue pills.

After thinking about it, he felt that it seemed not enough, so he took two more pills.

Then he lay down again, waiting for Wang Qingsong to come back.