Chapter 53 Women's Heart [Please Collect]

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The extremely strong power overwhelmed everyone, but inadvertently integrated the hearts of the people. No one dared to peep at Zheng Tian, the gate leader who had been in office for less than a day. As for the dung bers, after receiving the ten military sticks, they were as weak as mud until his family came to pick them up.

After Zheng Tian's brief instruction, he set the rules for the future and dismissed everyone.

Qin Shubao took off the clothes that made him uncomfortable and changed into gorgeous clothes to feel smooth. Zhao Meng kneaded Qin Shubao's neck worriedly. He wanted to speak and was afraid that Qin Shubao would blame him.

"Call someone to pick me up."

Zhao Meng answered, went to the door and retreated. He looked at Qin Shubao's neck and said, "Master, in the future, you can beat people to death. Just let the little ones go and watch."

With a slight closed eye and smile, Zhao Meng left the room helplessly.

Qin Hu's body was stabbed, no worse than Zheng Tian. He did not learn dragon slaughter, and he also had dragon bile!

Waving Zhao Meng away, Qin Shubao slowly walked into the Qin mansion and pinched his neck. Where did the rich man look romantic? This journey back to Qipingyuan attracted countless servants to look back.

"Duan Yan, come here and help me pinch my neck. It's sore."

"I'm not free now. You can find Sister Mo Xiang!" A vague response made Qin Shubao angry, and the girl was stealing food again.

Before Qin Shubao entered the door, Mo Xiang came out with a thin anger on his face. Seeing Qin Shubao, he immediately changed his smile, took the things in Qin Shubao's hand, and looked at the strange Qin Shubao curiously.

Lying horizontally against the beauty, Qin Shubao pointed to his neck. Mo Xiang looked at it, tears gushed out of his eyes. His bare hands trembled a little, and his fingertips stroked them lightly for fear of using too much force.

"It's itchy!" He was hit by Zheng Tian's knife, and his neck was swollen, making his skin more **.

Without hearing the response, Qin Shubao got up and turned his head. Seeing the ink fragrance of pear blossoms and rain, he sighed helplessly: "It's just that I was beaten. Is it necessary to cry like this?"

Mo Xiang took a deep breath, stopped crying for a while, and choked, "My maidservant is distressed!"

Qin Shubao wiped away the tears on Mo Xiang's face, stopped the warmth in his heart, pecked Mo Xiang's face quickly and accurately, patted her buttocks and said, "If you are distressed, I will get medicinal wine."

My face is blushing and my heart is beating, I'm ashamed and angry, I'm heartbroken, and I'm at a loss...

Like, hate, sad, heartache...

All kinds of expressions appeared on Mo Xiang's face. In just a few breaths, Qin Shubao didn't know how many kinds he felt, but he enjoyed Mo Xiang's sad and happy expressions.

Seeing the smile on Qin Shubao's face, Mo Xiang deliberately left with a straight face, but the tears in his eyes continued.

"What's going on?"

The cold voice made Qin Shubao rise up slightly without opening his eyes and asked with a smile, "Are you caring about me?"

There is no answer, only the footsteps, as expected. Paper kite is not the kind of Moxiang's heartbreaking personality.

The slightly cool fingers touched the skin. Qin Shubao suddenly opened his eyes and remembered but was pressed back by a cold word.

"Lie down."

Qin Shubao smiled, superimposed his hands, and chose a comfortable posture to close his eyes to refresh his mind, while Zhiyuan meticulously pressed him. His technique was skillful and slightly heavy, but it helped to promote blood circulation and disperse blood stasis.

The slight pain flashed intermittent fragments in Qin Shubao's mind. It was still the cold woman's blood circulation. The medicinal liquor was rubbed by her. At the same time, accompanied by his pig-like scream, the woman's forehead was sweating like beans. Regardless, after the medicine, the green silk pressed her cheeks and left quietly. Like a valley magnolia, you can only smell the fragrance of flowers.

Mo Xiang came over with medicinal wine. Seeing Qin Shubao, who was already asleep, he gently gave a look at Zhiyuan. Zhiyuan ignored it and just reached out to ask Moxiang for medicinal wine.

Being popular one after another, Mo Xiang put down the medicinal wine and ran out, ran to the pool, looked at the koi pulled in the middle of the pool, and cursed angrily with tears accompanied by crying, "No one is worry about. How can people take care of it? I don't know how to feel sorry for the young master."

His fingertips pointed to a fat koi and a herring in the pool and scolded scatteredly for a while. He suddenly remembered the wound on Qin Shubao's neck and immediately ran back.

Paper kite went out with medicinal wine and said when she saw Mo Xiang, "He's sleeping."

Looking at the paper kite soaked in the collar of sweat, Mo Xiang felt that the inexplicable anger just now was a little ridiculous. With this idea in his heart, when she looked at the paper kite again, she felt a little ashamed.

Paper Yuan's eyes moved away from Mo Xiang's face, looked elsewhere, and said indifferently, "I'm just doing what I should do."

The next day.

As soon as the sky lit, Qin Shubao suddenly lifted the quilt and sat on the ground with fear. Then he jumped into Qin Shubao's arms at a faster speed, with the blood in his eyes with a frightened expression, which was just right.

Seeing the sky that was not yet bright, Qin Shubao patted his forehead decadently. This kind of nervous feeling has not been experienced for a long time.

"Young master, what's wrong? There is nothing here."

The voice was vibrated, but it pretended to be indifferent. Qin Shubao gently put his head on his forehead and said, "The young master is afraid of being beaten by a military stick in the city defense camp. He has just woken up."

"When will the young master go? A fragrance will wake up the young master in advance." There were no ghosts, no thieves, and his plain tone was obviously much more relaxed, but when he said this, he yawned twice in a row.

The time of incense? Can a fragrant time be freshen? Can you make it?

After loosening Qin Shubao, Suhao stood in front of the bed and rubbed his eyes with his hand to dispel his sleepiness. Qin Shubao looked at the pain, gently patted Suhao's head and said, "Come up and sleep!" As for when to report, let's wait until we sleep well.

When Su Hao heard this, she was stunned and stood there upright, like a petrification.

"Less... Less... Less... Master, I... I... I..."

Qin Shubao listened hard, but he couldn't wait for a complete sentence. He was also anxious and simply gave up talking and pointed to himself with his hand. After the two were mute, Qin Shubao finally understood what he wanted to express.

"Dong!"

He covered his head, looked down at the ground, gently kicked his shoes, and was ready to climb into bed.

"I'm not 13 years old, but I'm 15 years old, so I should be able to have a baby!" Since the young master wants it, I'll give it to the young master!" I thought so, but there was an unknown sadness in my heart.

"What are you thinking about? Your sister Moxiang and sister Duanyan have not been eaten by me, and you little girl began to think about it? Do you want the young master to eat you now?

Ah!? No!"

"No... No. No. Ah no! Yes. Yes. No. No..."

Suhao's little girl was confused by Qin Shubao's words. Qin Shubao pinched Suhao's face, looked at her eyes and said seriously, "Go to sleep!"

For some reason, she nodded and timidly shrank into the quilt. The warm temperature made her face hot. A man's breath penetrated into her nose. She covered her face with a quilt and would rather cover her face than show her face.

Cover the quilt for Su Mi. The moment Qin Shubao gently grabbed Su Hao, Qin Shubao felt that Su Hao's body was as stiff as iron, sneered and said, "When I am your brother, let me sleep now."

Tired came, and Qin Shubao fell asleep, but he was not sleepy at all. It was not until he heard Qin Shubao's even breathing that he gradually relaxed his body. The heat in his abdomen made people ashamed to think about it, let alone touch it.

Thinking of shameful things, he pulled the quilt tightly and buried his head in it, so repeatedly until the tide of sleepiness could not hold on.

Summoned up his courage, pasted it in Qin Shubao's arms, and felt his powerful heartbeat and the warmth all over his body, which made him mutter like a dream: "It feels so comfortable!"

When combing, Qin Shubao looked behind him through the bronze mirror, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and the ink fragrance rolled his eyes.

"Did he do anything to you yesterday?"

"Say it quickly! Do you want to rush me to death?"

"Hurry up! You dead girl, don't keep blushing!"

In the face of the red face, Zhiyuan also seemed to have changed into a person, asking desperately. She looked like she would never stop without breaking the casserole and never giving up, which was completely different from her cold appearance.