"The king, the king." The delicate lips squirmed, and Meng Qiao licked his lips involuntarily.

"You have been with this king for so long, and you still have to listen to others for good and bad?"

The two were too close, Meng Qiao swallowed his saliva and carefully moved away, trying to distance the distance between the two.

"No, no, I mean I think the prince is a lot better."

"Sycophants!"

Meng Qiao smiled, and his hanging heart finally fell!

"Lord Wang, the little one is already much better, go back first."

Meng Qiaoyun pursed his lips, his sweaty little face was white and red, and it was indeed much better than before.

"You wait here, the medicine hasn't been boiled yet."

"Okay." Meng Qiao replied and shrunk his neck.

The man turned and walked out of the room, not knowing what to do.

A bowl of sour plum soup was really panicked, and the white and tender little hands touched the belly, strolling around the table.

I was dizzy and dizzy, and my sleeves swept up the porcelain bowl on the table, and I almost fell to the ground!

Meng Qiao suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly covered it, but unexpectedly, even a brocade box on the table was pressed under the palm of his hand.

"What is this?"

There was a rolling sound from inside, the watery eyes flickered twice, the little head was tilted, and the soft and watery face was pasted.

As soon as curiosity came up, even my fingers were tickling.

The big eyes narrowed slightly, and I got closer to take a closer look, but there was no crack in the box, and the sweat was dripping!

"Bang!"

Just when Meng Qiao was about to look at it, a bang suddenly came from the delicate box that was close at hand!

A royal blue light was intense and translucent, but it came suddenly but not dazzlingly.

The delicate body collapsed to the ground, Meng Qiao's shoulders trembled, and his heartbeat was quite strong!

"What are you doing?" The crisp voice of the words was filled with anger and repulsion.

Meng Qiao shrunk his neck, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be Meng Liuyan!

The watery eyes stared at the boss, and the slender and well-proportioned jade fingers nervously grabbed the tablecloth, hiding the head tightly, but the buttocks were exposed, like a frightened little pheasant.

"Come out! I know you're in there, how can anyone break into the prince's room? ”

The voice was stern, Meng Qiao's eyes lifted, it turned out that she also had a tantrum.

"What's wrong?" A sexy and magnetic voice came, and Meng Qiao's heartbeat staggered.

"Senior brother, when I came, I found that there were people in the room, sneaky."

There was already someone in the room, and Ouyang Rong was not surprised when he heard this.

Ouyang Rong looked around, and the sycophant spirit was gone.

The man didn't say anything, the room was silent, barely sound.

Just as he was snickering, his big watery eyes were rolling around, and Meng Qiao puffed out his cheeks a little mischievously, held his breath, and listened quietly to the qiē around him.

"Ahh Screaming, poignant and hurried.

The numb feeling spread all over his body along a certain place, and Meng Qiao raised his body excitedly and hit the table unexpectedly!

I didn't know whether to cover my head or my ass for a while, Meng Qiao bit his lip, his little face turned pale, and his little appearance was very tangled!

Turning around suddenly, almost hitting the man's strong chest, Meng Qiao's cheeks were red and white for a while, and he took two steps back in a complicated mood.

Meng Liuyan's embarrassment is no less than her, the senior brother's martial arts are amazing, I didn't see clearly when he walked to the table just now, and the most embarrassing thing was that he slapped that family's ass!

"He is the head of the house, and he is responsible for serving me." Ouyang Rong seemed to have already read the doubts between her eyebrows.

"Senior brother, I'm here to say goodbye, you must put the beads properly."

After the woman finished speaking, she turned around and left, Meng Qiao looked at her, and then at Ouyang Rong.

"You moved the box on this table?"

The beads in the box were no longer shining, and the man glanced at it, and his gaze fell on the little face that was so tangled.

Meng Qiao was stunned for a moment, his watery eyes suddenly widened, and he waved his hand again and again.

"No, the small one didn't open, it opened on its own."

"It's useless for the little one to take it, I can just eat enough."

The moist lips squirmed twice, and Meng Qiao muttered in a low voice.

As long as you can eat enough!

The man's heart chuckled, and the softest part of his heart seemed to be touched, a little sour, and some indescribable.

"This king didn't say anything about you, is it because you have a weak heart?"

"Not really!" His watery eyes were filled with warm liquid, and his tender little hands covered his head and rubbed it.

"Why are you crying without you?" Ouyang Rong couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

"My head hurts."

As soon as the words fell, his head was warm, and the slender and powerful hand suddenly covered it, and his movements were extremely gentle.

Meng Qiao was full of cleverness, and moved away from his palm in embarrassment.

"Lord Wang, the medicine has been boiled."

Outside the door, Lang Zhong personally waited there with a medicine bowl.

Meng Qiao strode over, stretched out his hand to pick up the medicine bowl and drank it all, and the old man was stunned.

"Lord Wang, the little one went down first."

Before he could say anything, Meng Qiao's cheeks flushed and he walked out of the room.

Xu was too anxious to drink, and a feeling of discomfort hit his stomach, Meng Qiao stopped and covered his stomach.

"Little Joe, are you happy?"

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Covering his face, the innocence of our second Qiao can be regarded as an appointment for the prince.