Chapter 9 There is nowhere to vent but to digest yourself
The three poles of the day, the seabirds on the hanging rock last night were just making up for a night's sleep, and they were once again shocked by a piercing scream from the villa.
Mingyao, who was kicked on the ground, rubbed his aching buttocks, and looked at the woman on the bed with a blushing face and green muscles, his eyes were a little confused.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? β
"What's wrong? You-you ask meβwhat's wrong with me? What did you say you did last night while I was asleep?"
Ling Kebao was trembling when he spoke, and it could be seen that he was not lightly angry.
Mingyao got up from the wooden floor, touched his sore buttocks, and lifted his feet to the bed!
"No bed!"
"Oh. β
Mingyao's foot on the soft bed quickly retracted, but his thin lips were pursed, his expression was extremely aggrieved, but he also confessed: "Yaoyao is so hungry that he can't sleep, so he unbuttoned his grandfather, eat, eat, eat, although grandpa, you don't have milk, but I can fall asleep with it, hehehe!"
"You-you-" Seeing that the pajamas on his chest were wide open, Ling Kebao hurriedly put his hands around his chest, and the anger was even greater, and he roared, "So you just have a night!"
Otherwise, that place wouldn't be so red and swollen, and there wouldn't be soreness and pain at this time.
God, when did she sleep so deeply?
Mingyao blinked his eyes, nodded and shook his head: "I don't know, but don't worry, grandpa, I must have it in my mouth when I am sober." Grandpa, listen, Yaoyao's stomach is still protesting and wants to eat. β
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One wrong step, one wrong step.
From the very beginning, Ling Kebao felt that she should not provoke the plague god Mingyao.
But now, he has to take full responsibility for his food, clothing, housing and transportation!
Looking at the stupid man at the dinner table, listening to his sad experience in the so-called cave that day, Ling Kebao's unhappiness in the morning was a page-turning, and he felt a little more guilty.
Thinking about becoming stupid, it has something to do with taking Qiqi's exclusive secret love medicine, and there is nowhere to vent but to digest it by itself.
Fortunately, this man was vigorous and jumped and did not fall into the trench, but survived more than ten hours in a hole in the hanging rock.
"Don't look at me, uncle, eat your own food!" Ling Kebao was planning the next thing, but he couldn't ignore the focused gaze projected from the other side.
"Grandpa is good-looking!" Mingyao smiled like a flower.
"Get out!" Ling Kebao rolled his eyes.
"Grandpa, I haven't seen you eat Yaoyao's favorite meat, just eating vegetables is not nutritious, no wonder grandpa has no milk. β
Ling Kebao's pupils dilated, he pressed his chopsticks on the table, and said viciously: "Eat your food, uncle, don't worry about my business!"
What she is thinking about now is how to let Silly Mingyao stay here obediently, and how she can make better use of the identity of the third young man of the transgender Ming family.
Mingyao said "oh", picked up the chopsticks, and then put them down, with a puzzled face: "Grandpa, Yaoyao can't eat, my stomach is good-"
The word "full" was stuck in his throat, and he was squeezed out by the stuffiness in his chest, and spit all over the table, and of course, some stains were splashed on Ling Kebao's body, face, and even hair!
"Ming, Yao, are you looking for-"
Seeing the man's upper body tilt abruptly from the chair, she forced back the word "death", and was replaced by fear in an instant.
Flying forward, at the moment when his head hit the ground, Ling Kebao quickly held it with his hand, took advantage of the situation to hold most of the unconscious man's body in his arms, and said to the old butler on the side: "Quick, go and call Qiqi!"
Mingyao, Mingyao, don't have anything to do with it, I haven't asked you to settle our accounts yet......