"I'm going to eat that!" Xuan Mingche pointed to the dishes on the table and ordered.

Qiao Yiqing gritted her teeth in anger, took the chopsticks and slammed the big clip, and slammed it into Xuan Mingche's mouth.

Xuan Mingche reached out and grabbed her claws, pushed away the chopsticks, and said coldly: "Are you feeding pigs?" ”

"How can you compare to a pig?" Qiao Yiqing glanced at him angrily.

The corners of Xuan Mingche's eyes twitched, too lazy to be angry with her, there were many ways to punish her.

Immediately, he pointed to another dish, "Give me eight dollars of tofu." ”

When Qiao Yiqing heard this, she took a deep breath of anger, and her whole face was distorted: "What did you say?" You tell me to clip tofu that weighs eight coins??? ”

"Well, what's the problem?" Xuan Mingche glanced at her calmly, not ashamed of his scathing face at all.

"You think my hand is weighing, and I can weigh you for eight coins again."

"If the work is as simple as you think, you don't have to complain about hard work. Don't hurry up and clip it yet. "Xuan Mingche has made up her mind to trouble her.

Whoever told her to be angry with herself, a slave on the left and a slave on the right, he was very angry when he heard it. Simply let her taste the taste of slavery.

Qiao Yiqing stared, held back her anger, inserted it into the dish hard, gritted her teeth and picked up a piece of tofu, and handed it to Xuan Mingche.

"Are you sure this weighs eight cents?" Xuan Mingche looked at the tofu suspiciously, and asked with a raised eyebrow.

Qiao Yiqing was suddenly furious, and immediately threw the chopsticks, and said angrily: "You don't like to eat, I don't like to serve!" ”

Xuan Mingche raised his eyebrows, and his cold expression was as usual: "Okay, since you don't want to pick up vegetables for the deity, then change your life." ”

After speaking, he put his leg on the chair next to him and patted his thigh: "Come on." ”

Seeing this, Qiao Yiqing took a step back in surprise and said cautiously: "What are you going to do?" ”

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Xuan Mingche was amused by Qiao Yiqing's surprised expression, and immediately resisted his temperament and asked rhetorically.

"Lord Xuan, please respect yourself, your thigh slave is not blessed." Qiao Yiqing glanced at him condescendingly, as if she was very disgusted.

Xuan Mingche held back a smile when he heard this, and stared at her meaningfully.

Feelings, this Nizi thought he wanted her to sit on her lap.

She's too self-inflicted.

"You think it's beautiful. The deity is telling you to beat your legs, what do you think? ”

Xuan Mingche's words pierced Qiao Yiqing's thoughts, making her blush with embarrassment.

"Go, go—who's going to give you a leg beat." Qiao Yiqing glanced at him with a pluice on his face.

"The master's order, the palace maid dares to disobey!" Xuan Mingche scolded angrily, and Qiao Yiqing was helpless.

"Okay, thump your legs, right?" Qiao Yiqing nodded angrily, walked forward quickly, smashed a fist on Xuan Mingche's leg, and asked with a pretended smile, "Lord Xuan, what do you think of this strength?" ”

Xuan Mingche held back the pain, glared at her, and glared at her.

She's really ruthless.

Seeing Xuan Mingche enduring the pain, Qiao Yiqing was in a good mood, and smashed another punch on his leg: "Don't speak, are you cool?" In that case, the slave will give you a few more beatings. ”

As she spoke, Qiao Yiqing took a step back and began to stretch her waist, rubbing her arms and legs, and Xuan Mingche was puzzled for a while.

"What are you doing here?"

Qiao Yiqing glanced at him: "This warm-up exercise before beating the legs, the slave maid is afraid that the strength is not enough, and it will not be able to meet the needs of the Xuan World Lord." ”

Xuan Mingche listened, and broke out in a cold sweat.

The two punches just now are still faintly painful, she still has to warm up at this time, and a few more punches, she really wants to murder her husband!

Qiao Yiqing finished the warm-up exercise under Xuan Mingche's frightened gaze, took a deep breath here, rounded his arm, and smashed it towards the crotch of his pants.

Xuan Mingche's pupils dilated in shock, and seeing that the fist was about to fall to the root of his life, he reached out and grabbed Qiao Yiqing's fist and pulled it into his arms.

Qiao Yiqing pounced.

Xuan Mingche exhaled with palpitations, and said in a deep voice: "You are so ruthless, aren't you afraid of being widowed?" ”

Qiao Yiqing was pressed into his arms, breathing was a little difficult, struggled a few times, and said depressedly: "The slave has nothing to do with the Xuan World Lord, how can you say that you are a widow?" ”

"If it's sour again, can't you talk to me properly?" Xuan Mingche was defeated by her, and now she finally has time to be alone, but she has this attitude.

"The slave has nothing to say!" Qiao Yiqing strongly refused.

Xuan Mingche was so angry that he scooped her up and made her look directly into her eyes: "Since I have nothing to say, then I'll do something to give you something to say." ”

As he spoke, Xuan Mingche kissed her lips violently, opened his mouth to engulf her whole, and his tongue was unruly against her teeth, sucking and tossing hard, making Qiao Yiqing panting.

"Hmmmm-" Qiao Yiqing slapped Xuan Mingche's chest, and the whole person struggled.

Xuan Mingche's fierce kiss didn't give her a chance to breathe at all, and she vented her thoughts in recent days.

Damn woman, his heart broke when he thought about it.

Qiao Yiqing is his calamity, a hurdle he can't cross, his whole heart is tied to her, fluctuating with her joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

After kissing for a long time, Qiao Yiqing's whole body was paralyzed, and Xuan Mingche stopped and let go of the somewhat red and swollen lips.

Qiao Yiqing didn't have the strength to be angry at this time, and he collapsed in his arms and gasped again and again, and he never recovered for a long time.

What kind of kiss is this, Xuan Mingche's momentum is almost about to swallow her whole person.

Xuan Mingche stroked her flushed face due to lack of oxygen, and couldn't help but take a sip.

Qiao Yiqing pushed his face away angrily, and said angrily: "This is really the hardest job I have ever done. ”

Xuan Mingche chuckled when she heard this, touched her lips distressedly, and murmured, "I'm sorry for the pain of your kiss." ”

"You are a kiss, it is clearly a bite, you mad dog in heat!" Qiao Yiqing slapped him with a soft fist.

Qiao Yiqing's charming attitude looked in Xuan Mingche's eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional, her eyes darkened, and she called in a hoarse voice: "Qingqing-"

When Qiao Yiqing heard this, she raised her eyes sensitively and glanced at him.

This look is too familiar, every time I eat her, it's this look!

She was startled and struggled to get out of his arms.

Xuan Mingche didn't give her a chance to get up at all, so he immediately picked her up by the waist and walked towards the dormitory.

"Hey, you put me down, let me down!" Qiao Yiqing looked a little flustered and shouted.

"Shhh The corners of Xuan Mingche's mouth hooked up with an evil smile and teased.

Qiao Yiqing wanted to cry without tears, so angry that she beat his chest: "You bastard, you have demoted me to a palace maid, and you still want to provoke me." ”

"Just now you also said that you are a palace maid who works hard, and now this job can be tiring to death, which is just right for you."

"You pervert @ wolf!" Qiao Yiqing glared angrily and roared angrily.

Before she could finish speaking, Qiao Yiqing was thrown onto the bed by Xuan Mingche.