Chapter 12: Male Semorse (2)

Zhao Kuo is a native of the Central Plains.

Compared with the men in the North, the men in the Central Plains are generally more slender.

But Zhao Kuo joined the army at the age of sixteen, practiced martial arts all year round, and his body was strong and strong, and his physique was almost the same as that of the men in the north.

As soon as he moved, the thin and tight texture on his body was like a taut bowstring, swaying and shaking in Qiao Jinyu's field of vision.

Qiao Jinyu suddenly felt a little dizzy, and her thinking was a little uncontrollable.

This muscle, the golden ratio, completely hit her point.

How can this man have such a good figure?

Is it clear that he is tempting people to sin?

There was someone in the courtyard, and it was impossible for Zhao Kuo not to find out.

Realizing that the figure in the afterglow was somewhat familiar, he was lucky enough to stand up straight.

"Why are you here?"

The cold tone instantly extinguished the pink bubbles rushing in Qiao Jinyu's mind.

She wasn't angry, though.

After a night of psychological construction, her anger towards Zhao Kuo has completely subsided.

The current Zhao Kuo is just an ordinary man with a good skin and a good body for her.

She admires his skin and his figure, but it doesn't stop there.

She raised the tray in her hand with a pale expression.

"General, Madame told me to bring you clothes. Madame said, let you try to fit it or not, if it doesn't fit, she will change it. ”

"Put it in my room, I'll try again later." Zhao Kuo's face was expressionless.

"Well, don't forget, general."

Qiao Jinyu stopped looking at Zhao Kuo, slowly walked to the bedroom behind him, and put the clothes on the table.

The whole room was filled with the breath of male life, and there was an indescribable sense of comfort when she smelled it, Qiao Jinyu's heart was slightly rippling, and she couldn't help but raise her eyes to take a look.

It's clean and tidy, everything is neatly organized, and it really looks like someone's style.

Qiao Jinyu was suddenly a little curious, what kind of woman does a man like Zhao Kuo like.

A beauty like her in the eyes of the world, but in his eyes, she is unsightly.

In his eyes, what kind of woman is beautiful?

Is it the opposite type of her?

She was so curious, she inevitably stayed in Zhao Kuo's room for a long time, and she didn't even notice that Zhao Kuo had entered the room.

"If it's okay, you can go back."

Cold, Zhao Kuo's voice came out from behind her, startling her a lot.

She turned around and saw Zhao Kuo's expression that was obviously a little hindering him, and the anger in her heart suddenly ignited.

This man always has a way to annoy her!

Pursing her mouth, Qiao Jinyu left Zhao Kuo's courtyard in a huff, and returned to her hut in the wind.

Yan, who had been paying close attention to the development of the situation, saw her angry little face, and had the urge to rush to the next door and beat her son.

She knew with her toes that it must be her son with a wooden fish head, and said something that made the family unhappy.

Seeing that Qiao Jinyu closed the door as soon as she returned to the house, Yan sighed.

Her stupid son, it's really worrying.

She, the mother, sent the delicate beauty to him, and he was still indifferent, is this preparing to be a bachelor for a lifetime?

No way!

She must let that fool know how beautiful and good that Jinyu girl is!

She must let Jinyu be her daughter-in-law!

That's it!

At the same time, Qiao Jinyu, who locked herself in the room, became more and more angry the more she thought about it.

In her previous life and this life, she liked someone for the first time, and she was still disliked, which is unbearable!

Hate her, huh?

One day, she must make Zhao Kuo like her, and from now on she will only see her, and she can't wait to stick to her all the time!