Chapter 222: The One Who Wants to Start a Fire
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Liu Qing was stunned for a moment, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Wen Renjinghong's arm and walked to the side. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć Although she didn't use any force, Liu Qing deliberately pinched the numb tendons on her wrist. Even if she wanted to resist and struggle, she was powerless because half of her body was sore. Like a poor little lamb, he was carried out by Liu Qing for more than ten steps before he reacted. Panicked Zhang Jiao said: "Liu Qing, what do you want to do?" Let go, let go of me. ā
Mu Wanqing was also taken aback when she saw this sudden situation. I don't understand why Liu Qing suddenly pulled away Jinghong, and hurriedly chased after him. No matter what Liu Qing does, after all, he is also his husband. And Wen Ren Jing Hong is his only friend. If something unpleasant happened between the two, it was definitely not something she wanted to see.
"Liu Qing, let go of Jing Hong first." Mu Wanqing quickly caught up and said anxiously in a low voice.
Liu Qing also took the opportunity to let go of her, and what she did just now was quite measured. Although it will make her suffer a little, it will definitely not hurt her muscles and bones. also ignored Mu Wanqing, just swept his eyes around Wen Renjing's body, looking up and down. When she looked uncomfortable and hairy, Liu Qing smiled and said, "We knew each other before? ā
Wen Ren Jing Hong was slightly stunned, not understanding what his words meant? But he still stroked his tender wrist with an aggrieved face, and snorted softly: "I don't know." ā
"Since you don't know each other, there's no possibility that I will play with your feelings and then abandon it, right?" Liu Qing exhaled, his eyes as big as copper bells: "So, please don't come to provoke me next time." ā
Wen Ren Jing Hong was stunned by his eyes, but after all, he was a person who was unwilling to show weakness to anyone. Liu Qing's behavior inspired her to be confrontational. also widened his apricot eyes, and said in a coquettish voice: "Joke, where did I provoke you, auntie?" I insulted you, or touched your ass. At the end of the sentence, his cheeks couldn't help but blush slightly. Although it was the opposite, he suffered such a loss in the hands of Liu Qing at noon. Now that I think about it, I still hate it so much that my teeth itch. I can't wait to bite a few pieces of meat off his body to be comfortable.
It was also that sentence that choked Liu Qing for a while. Playing hooligan at noon, I thought I could scare her. However, I didn't expect that this Wenren Jing Hong was really a stubborn woman. But now, there is no way to scare her again. My wife is still there. If she did this to her only best friend, God knows how a good wife would react. You must know that in the group company, your good wife has the title of Iron Lady. The shadow of the name of the tree, Liu Qing doesn't think that Mu Wanqing is a woman with a weak personality.
Seeing that Liu Qing was speechless by what he said, Jing Hong became even more proud, and sneered and ridiculed: "There are still some people who think that I have brought his wife." It's a good thing to spoil him, so he's jealous? Wanqing, how could you marry such a hooligan husband? ā
"Yes, yes, I'm a scoundrel anyway. Be careful with me tonight when you go to bed, and beware of a rogue attacking your house at night. Liu Qing also sneered and sarcastically said: "Don't be nervous, it's just a joke." I don't have much interest in some varieties that aren't as big as walnuts. ā
The first half of the sentence was said to make people tremble, but the second half of the sentence made her so angry that her karma soared, and she was red and dizzy. straightened his chest, as if he wanted to prove that his Mimi was more than walnuts. At the same time, he grabbed Mu Wanqing's arm angrily: "Wanqing, listen to it." How did you marry such a graceless husband? ā
Mu Wanqing also blushed at Liu Qing's words and frowned. Although Mimi, who is secretly red, is not big, so she is indeed a bit of a hooligan? I just wanted to speak. But I heard that Jing Hong had already ridiculed Liu Qing: "Auntie, I am also interested in ** varieties that are not as thick as fingers." As he spoke, the single eyelid phoenix eye aimed towards Liu Qing's lower body, full of disdain.
Liu Qing didn't react yet, but Mu Wanqing fainted first. originally thought that Liu Qing was already a hooligan, but now it seems that he is still a close friend of his boudoir. This kind of thing, even if he pointed a gun at Mu Wanqing, he couldn't say it. But when Jing Hong heard it, she was out of breath and her heart was beating. Originally, I wanted to help my close friend in the boudoir and say a few words about Liu Qing. But for now, forget it.
As a man, it doesn't matter who is next to you. However, there must be no one to question his **. Moreover, it turned out to be a small woman who was questioned. Although this little woman is pretty good-looking, she says this kind of thing in public. It can undoubtedly make Liu Qing lose the feeling of the old god being there. His eyes were as big as a buffalo, and he snorted coldly: "For some long-term women whose eyes are not as big as their assholes and can't find a man, Lao Tzu can make her ** stack even if she uses a toothpick." ā
Wen Ren Jing Hong almost fell, what do you mean that your eyes are not as big as your asshole? The old lady's name is Danfengyan, do you know? But at this time, we can't weaken our momentum. suppressed the breath in his chest that wanted to explode, and sneered: "Shouldn't some people be implying that their ** is only as thick as a toothpick?" ā
"A toothpick can stab you to death."
"Come on, my aunt is afraid of you?"
"Come on, come ......"
"Let's go, open the room, my aunt and grandmother don't believe that your toothpick can stab the dead......"
A group of people were already watching from afar. Look at her husband, and her only friend. At this time, the two are like two fighting cocks with red faces and thick necks. Biting each other and refusing to let go, and the more they talked, the more outrageous they became. If it weren't for the fact that it was in public, maybe they would have to strip naked and identify each other.
My head was dizzy for a while, and I thought very sadly, what happened to my life? How did you get such a husband and a close friend? But then again. No matter how bastard the two are, they are also their husbands and sisters. The two of them don't feel ashamed, they still feel ashamed. In desperation, Mu Wanqing could only take a few steps and suddenly blocked the middle of the two.
"Liu Qing, is it enough? Jing Hong, she is my good sister, how can you say that about her? Mu Wanqing had a cold face and was cold and angry at him. Immediately, he turned back to Wenren Jing Hong and said, "Jing Hong, you are a girl, how can you say such foul language?" Also, Liu Qing is my husband......"
For a while, the two of them were shocked. After being stunned, Liu Qing also felt that it was really ungraceful to quarrel with Wenren Jing Hong, and waved his hand: "Forget it, don't worry about the little woman." ā
Especially that small character, which made Wenren Jing Hong, who had just been extinguished by Mu Wanqing, rise up again, Danfeng's eyes flashed coldly, and he waved his hand to Liu Qing, and counterattacked: "I don't care about the little man." ā
"It's not a small one, and I'll let you see it." Liu Qing snorted coldly.
"Come on, I'm afraid of you? Wanqing, go back and lend me your little husband, I want him to see how powerful our women are. ā
Mu Wanqing was cold. Hearing that the two of them were talking more and more, Jing Hong, who hurriedly dragged the fire with Jinjin, took the lead and walked forward: "I'm hungry, hurry up and eat first." "I was puzzled in my heart, when did Liu Qing and Wenren Jing Hong get a grudge? How can they meet like a pair of enemies of the ninth world?
In front of the three daughters of Yao Lingwei, who were inexplicable and stunned in the distance, Mu Wanqing played the true colors of the boss, and said to the three of them a little apologetically: "The three of you are Liu Qing's colleagues, right?" Sorry for making you laugh. Liu Qing and I are colleagues in the head office. Speaking of which, we're all colleagues. I hope to dine together and it won't disturb you. ā
Although Mu Wanqing is the CEO of the entire group company, Maoyuan Commercial Building is usually under independent jurisdiction and has little involvement with the head office. And then there's the low-level employees like them. It's good to know the general manager of Mu Maoyuan Commercial Building, where will you know who the headquarters is? But Yao Lingwei saw that Mu Wanqing had an extraordinary temperament, although the clothes she wore were not necessarily expensive. But under the background of her unique temperament, it shows a different taste.
I secretly wondered why Liu Qing was surrounded by beautiful women? The beautiful woman in the afternoon did not count, and in the blink of an eye another one appeared even more half-hearted. Seeing this just now, it seems that this woman with a noble temperament has a lot to do with Liu Qing. No wonder, when he talks to himself, he will distance himself intentionally or unintentionally. Yao Lingwei grinned and smiled, "How could it be? Everyone is a colleague, and it is also appropriate to get together together. You're from headquarters, can you tell me something about the headquarters when you come back? I'm curious about that. Some people can see that Mu Wanqing should be a woman in a high position, but her demeanor is a little neither arrogant nor humble.
"I'm also very curious about Maoyuan Commercial Building, so let's talk about it together." Mu Wanqing smiled lightly, and then beckoned everyone into the restaurant. made it seem as if she was the host, but left Liu Qing aside.
Rumble! A motorcycle roared and creaked. Stopped directly behind Liu Qing and lifted the motorcycle helmet. Spreading out a head of black hair as smooth and beautiful as a waterfall, he said to Liu Qing: "Liu Qing, it seems that I am not late, the time is just right." ā