Qiao Qiao didn't go home at night, so Mo Rong couldn't help but ask Ye Hua. The blocked breath made him sleep all night.

Qiao Qiao was so innocent about this matter. She didn't expect it to rain heavily in a short time. If it were possible, she would not stay in Zhao Dahai's house. The man and the widowed man and the woman affected their reputation.

But things went against my wishes, and Zhao Dahai was stubborn and kept the guests, so Qiao Qiao naturally would not make things difficult for him to rush to the rain, and he compromised and thanked him to stay at Zhao's house for one night.

When the sun sets, Qingzhu Pavilion opened its door to welcome guests, and Qiao Qiao rushed back.

As soon as she entered the door, she was greeted with a soft satin boot. If Qiao Qiao hadn't been careful, the sole of the shoe was just right in the face.

She puffed her cheeks and glanced at the young man sitting in front of the bed with an angry face. She was already common with his intermittent madness. She walked back to the soft and soft piece that belonged to her with calm calmness.

"Stop!" Fei Morong shouted coldly, and saw that she had a look of indifference and couldn't help but feel angry. The calm that she had always been used to be aroused to no longer exist. His voice was sharp and sharp, mixed with indescribable strangeness, "Where have you fooled around all night? Is it that Songkui or Yinqiao, or the new Tianxiang, ha, I'm wondering, what's your little copper plate enough for? It's not... Scream, man is so proud of you! It's so promising!"

Qiao Qiao, who was packing up his things and was about to work in the kitchen, was stunned. She was not unfamiliar with this tone. Originally, Brother Li would also speak a little sarcastic when he was jealous, but fortunately, he was reluctant to let her be sad. Every time he quarreled, he would admit his mistake first.

But when it comes to Fei Morong, Qiao Qiao will only think that he has heard it wrong.

So she kept receiving the healing medicine that Zhao Dahai gave her in her hand, and turned around and planned to change the too-thick short jacket on her body after she went to the screen.

Fei Morong, who was already very angry, suddenly shrank his pupils as Qiao Qiao turned around and asked in a sharp voice, "Which wild man's clothes are so naughty!"

Qiao Qiao frowned, and the impatientness revealed by her delicate little face was obvious. She bit her lip and was too lazy to change her clothes, so she wanted to turn her head and go out.

Who knew that seeing her like this, Fei Morong actually got off the ground and staggered to grab her hand tightly. A cold Yi's face exuded fierceness and anger, "I have done something shameless and want to leave!"

"You are crazy!" Qiao Qiao shook his hand angrily. He was obviously much thinner than Zhao Dahai, but Zhao Dahai's strength towards her was always light and light. For Mo Rong, he wanted to hang all the strength in his body on his palm and crush her.

What kind of hatred is this?

Qiao Qiao really doesn’t understand!

At the beginning of time travel, she happened to meet Fei Morong outside the city, and the two of them came into the city together. In fact, she had a good impression of him. The unfamiliar world of Female Master is the first person to meet. Qiao Qiao knew that the so-called favorability was just a plot of the birds, but she also tried her best to plan their lives. She begged Ye Hua's father to give him a small meal with a small amount of money, and Guan Songkui Yinqiao borrowed a brand new sheet and bedding to make him sleep more comfortable.

But he never gave her a good face, as if she owed him and gave him a lot. From then on, Qiao Qiao didn't go to him anymore and directly labeled Fei Morong as a weird label in her heart.

It was Mo Rong who had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so his strength was naturally greater than Qiao Qiao. In his palm, Qiao Qiao's struggle was like a trapped beast, or was still a small beast that had not grown up in childhood, and had no effect.

He ridiculed sarcastically, "Which girl is as powerful as you, and her breasts are not as good as you, look, what else do you have except for this delicate and charming look?"

"I have nothing. Similarly, I live without stealing or robbing, and being happy is better than anything!" Qiao Qiao's wrist hurts so much, but she raised her beautiful eyebrows and bared her white teeth without giving in. "Who are you me? You're too polite! We're just a chance meeting. I've brought you here and I've been so kind. If you don't like it, you can leave. Why bother picking and dislike each other!"

Fei Mo Rong's nose was tilted. If he could leave him easily, how could he stay here for a while?

He lowered his head, his eyes red with malice and disgust, "You are afraid that I will catch that adulterer. Please tell me if you are in the small house if you have a good relationship with you! A dirty thing should not taint my eyes..."

Qiao Qiao is born not to be angry. People who try their best to make her angry usually don’t feel any sense of accomplishment, because even if she is not angry, it does not mean that she will tolerate repeated insults.

So Fei Morong didn't expect that he was greeted with a wet little feet and a clenched fist.

He was proficient in martial arts and his injuries were basically healed. Perhaps he was too despised by the woman Qiao Qiao. After being ignored for a long time, he forgot that she was vindictive.

Now the proud young man now covered the indecent position in the middle, closed his eyes that were crying, and squatted on the ground, and was in pain for a long time.

"My mouth is so smelly!" Qiao Qiao hummed, rubbed his wrists that were bleeding, and walked out of the door arrogantly.

In the empty room, the boy squatting on the ground slowly stood up. He raised his blue eyes, and the complex anger stained inside unknowingly turned into a thick hint of hatred, filled with blood, which made people frightened.

The intermittent rainstorms for several days made people feel lazy and depressed. Finally, the sky cleared up. The streets immediately surged with crowds, visiting relatives and friends, and starting work and opening shops, which was much more lively than usual.

Especially in places with bright and rich lights, we take advantage of the opportunity to grab business and attract the attention of customers with decoration.

This street is the most prosperous and noisy, but Qingzhu Building, the entrance of the building is still elegant and quiet. If it weren't for the laughter and fun inside the building, it wouldn't be seen as a place where red fans can laugh.

However, before the lights were clear, the Qingzhulou opened the four doors rumblingly.

Usually, the brothel door only opens the two middle doors, and the remaining two will only move unless the powerful visits or holds a grand event. With this sound, everyone's attention was focused on the entrance of the Qingzhu Building, and a sedan chair carrying four people slowly came out.

The sedan chair is covered by golden silk gauze, and the four pilasters vividly depict the beautiful woman in the dance posture rising high. Under the comfort of the breeze, the gauze floats ambiguously, and a figure appears inside.

The man leaned lazily on the back of the chair. When the wind passed, he saw a delicate white and tender fingertip holding a delicate wine glass, sending it to his wet and rosy cherry lips.

Just a blur, no one can be sure that this is a beauty who is not inferior to the popular courtesans in several brothels.

The delicate body is as soft as a precious cat, slender and weak, reserved and innocent. The delicate skin is even more radiant than the luxurious white long-haired fox blanket underneath, and it shines like a pearl.

Pedestrians on the roadside either stop to watch or follow the previous one unconsciously, which is nothing more than hoping to get a glimpse of the true appearance of the beauty.
Chapter completed!