Chapter 211: I'm Poor So Poor That You Can Pick Up Food to Eat
Chinese Of course, she had to choose to eat first, she didn't want to cooperate with him to stage a live broadcast of the Spring Palace, nor did she want to be tortured by him to starve to death......
Besides, this plan can't keep up with the rapid change, maybe when he finishes talking, there will be no **?
In addition to the torturous time of waiting for the punishment, it is more rational to choose to eat first. īŧ . v o dt . c o mīŧ
Jing Mohao snorted, stretched every corner of Luoxi's nightdress again, and covered all the important parts tightly before he got up.
How could he let others see his woman's body, and whoever watched would die!
Luo Xi immediately jumped up and ran to the kitchen the moment Jing Mohao withdrew.
Anyone who has been with Jing Mohao for a while knows that getting his special. The first thing to do in the pardon is not to be grateful to Dade, but to get out of here.
Because if you say a word more, you may be temporarily commuted to death by him...
The moody Great Demon King...
Jing Mohao looked at the woman who fled in the wilderness, hooked his lips slightly, and then recovered and looked at the door with a cold face, "Come in." â
The man in black stood at the door with a respectful face, and reported without paying attention to what was going on outside the window, "Young Master, Young Master Jian asked you to go to the hospital." â
"Why didn't he call me? He's dead? â
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How does he know...
The man in black hung his head and silently endured the young master's questioning.
"Probably... It may be that Young Master Jian's mobile phone is broken..."
"If it's broken, why don't you hurry up and replace it, he's a dead man?"
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Young Master Jian will be scolded to death by the young master even if he is good now...
"Then young master, are you going... Or not going? The man in black asked tremblingly.
"I said I wouldn't go?" Jing Mohao threw the remote control on the sofa, put away his long legs and got up, and yelled towards the kitchen, "Luoxi! â
Luo Xi had just taken a bowl of millet from the refrigerator and was about to cook porridge, when he was frightened by the man's sudden yell, his wrist flicked, and the millet was scattered on the ground, and Luo Xi silently squatted down to clean up the mess.
Jing Mohao didn't hear a response, walked directly into the kitchen, and saw the woman squatting on the ground and gathering the rice grains on the ground into a pile with her hands, and two fingers kept pinching a handful of millet and throwing it into the bowl.
Jing Mohao's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward in two steps and dragged Luo Xi up from the ground, "Luo Xi, I'm so poor that I let you pick up food to eat?" â
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What follows what...
He doesn't know the heart of heaven and earth, and he can't eat anything...
Seeing that she didn't answer, Jing Mohao directly lectured her, "There is no ready-made one on the table, what are you still tossing here!" â
"I just want to boil some millet porridge to nourish my stomach." Luo Xi explained honestly.
Jing Mohao snatched the bowl in her hand and put it on the table, pulled her over and pressed her on the chair in the restaurant, "You have stomach cancer?" â
"No ......"
Only those with stomach cancer should drink millet porridge to nourish their stomachs?
If you have stomach cancer, it is estimated that it is useless to drink fairy porridge...
"If you don't get sick, stay honest with me, and find someone to boil it for you tomorrow."
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I just said that I wouldn't let her drink it, and tomorrow I will find someone to boil it for her, this person is really awkward...
Luo Xi twisted his neck and looked at the man, "Didn't you want me to cook for you for a week, why did you find someone to cook porridge..."
The man responded coldly, "It's your rice that boils, and you still cook my food." â
"And what did you eat this morning?" Luo Xi said as she prepared to get up.
Jing Mohao pressed her back to her seat, and Luo Xi's head began to faint as he pulled and pulled.
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