Dressed as a petite jerk

"I said that you have a hidden disease, and I plan to make up for you. Make up for it."

Luo Qingci didn't seem to know how dangerous the Lord Mozun was at this moment.

He really took the marinated wolf loin and put it on the flint, and started to roast it.

While roasting, he said: "Husband, let me tell you, this is a disease, you have to find a way to cure it earlier, it's not good to hide it."

"If this gets worse and worse, it will be even more uncomfortable..."

Luo Qingci thought that if this happened, Mo Jiuqin would definitely go berserk.

It's okay to go berserk, maybe she will be tortured after she goes berserk.

Alas, she didn't necessarily ask for abuse, it's really that the statue made by the little Sitong is so terrific.

She has to let Lord Mozun find the balance, right?

Of course, the main purpose is to take the opportunity to label him a "scumbag" and act as a good wife who is infatuated... so that he can take the initiative in his own hands.

In the current situation, Chu Feifei and Hu Lijing can't draw any plot line, just relying on her eating poison every day and sending love letters, the plot can't move forward...

So, at this moment, Luo Qingci's heart is: Master Mozun, Mozun's husband, Mozun's father, come and abuse me!

The harder you torture me, the louder I can cry.

The louder I cry, the more "scumbag" you are.

The more "scumbag" you are, the more regretful you will be when your heart rate rises.

The more you regret, the less you can escape from my palm...

bring it on!Please feel free to abuse me!ah ah ah...

Thinking of this, Luo Qingci's eyes were still full of excitement. After quickly roasting the charcoal-grilled kidney, he put it on a plate, and held it in front of Mo Jiuqin with both hands: "Husband, hurry up! Eat it while it's hot... "

——With this man's violent temper, he will overturn this plate with one hand...

Then he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her like a prisoner?

Or slap her in public and warn her not to slander him?

Or throw her in a cage?Black water prison?locked up?Wanton whipping. Beat me up?

...Don't be the last one - drag her directly to the bedroom...

Actually, I was a little flustered yesterday, but after killing a "watchdog" today, she calmed down a bit, and she felt that she could...

——In an instant, countless thoughts surged in Luo Qingci's heart...

But suddenly I heard Lord Mozun say: "Madam is really virtuous!"

"It seems that I have to thank my wife for the special relationship I have with this deity? Huh?"

The bony hand came over and took the wolf's waist off the plate.

"But when it comes to complementing the shape with the shape, the lady's waist is worse than the deity's!"

Luo Qingci suddenly raised his head: "What?"

This plot isn't going right.

Why didn't she act in the direction she expected?

I heard Mo Jiuqin say again: "What I mean is——when Madam is lying on her stomach, her waist is not soft enough..."

"This wolf waist must also have the effect of increasing the softness of the waist? Come, madam, please eat."

Before Luo Qingci could react, the wolf waist was stuffed into her mouth.

Then, belatedly, she realized what Mo Jiuqin's words meant?

God, why isn’t it soft enough when lying down?

He was clearly misleading everyone present to think in the direction of the "car"...

But she hasn't gotten into his car yet...

"Wow, huh..." With food stuffed in his mouth, Luo Qing couldn't explain himself, so he just shook his head.

"Well, I know that one bunch of kidneys is not enough for Madam, so come, I will help Madam roast a few more skewers with my own hands!"

The dignified Master Mozun deliberately misunderstood the meaning, and he really sat down beside Luo Qingci, took another bunch of wolf waist and roasted it...

She also seemed a little touched and said: "Oh, Madam really has a deep affection for this deity. Not only does she write love letters to this deity every day, but she also always wants to get all the things that are beneficial to this deity."

"But ma'am, there are some things that have been filled up. This deity is fine. I'm afraid that you will come tonight, ma'am, just like last night, and you will find some rotten excuses to beg me to let you go earlier..."