Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 505 Then why do you want to provoke slaves?

Huanse's voice is very deep and strong, and it is clear and cold, but it always feels very sultry and can go straight into the heart.

Lie Jiuqing seemed to hear Wen Rong whispering in her ear again, her voice lingering, and he enjoyed herself with her.

She subconsciously rubbed her ears and complained in a low voice, "Don't talk suddenly, I can't stand it."

When she was in the same room with him, she would easily become irrational and always have random thoughts.

Obviously, she knew this was wrong, but she still couldn't distance herself from him.

"Are you not feeling well?"

"what?"

Huanse boldly stretched out his hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and touched her forehead with a slight curl.

"You don't have a fever."

He looked at her deeply with no expression on his face, "But your face is very red."

He hesitated for a moment and then affirmed: "You miss your future husband."

"Cough cough..."

Lie Jiuqing's mind was exposed like this. He just took a sip of tea and choked himself when he got excited.

"I didn't think so!"

She denied it quickly and blushed even more when she met Huan's deep gaze.

"I just didn't think about it."

Huanse poured her another cup of tea and stood beside her quietly, very silent.

Lie Jiuqing felt guilty and did not dare to look at him. He drank more than ten cups of tea in a row.

On the third pot, her face was not so red.

Neither of them spoke, and for a while, the room was extremely quiet.

Lie Jiuqing rubbed the ink bracelet and scolded Wen Rong tens of thousands of times in his heart.

What a vixen!
Her three souls and seven souls are almost gone!
"Owner."

Lie Jiuqing was distracted and reminded with joy, "You cursed loudly."

"what?"

Huanse said word by word: "Male vixen."

Her face finally stopped burning. Facing her deep and joyful pupils, the temperature began to rise. "I didn't scold you." "Yeah."

Huanse nodded, "You are scolding your future husband."

Huanse glanced at her, which made her panic.

Speaking of which, Wen Rong loves to hold grudges.

Whenever she made a mistake, he never forgot it.

There are many ways to take revenge, and she always suffers the most.

Those punishments were doubled, and she had to take the initiative to beg for mercy every time.

"If I say that I didn't scold him, would you believe it?"

Huanse didn't speak, just looked at her.

Lie Jiuqing explained seriously, "I was scolding someone else."

Huanse asked: "Who do you think is better looking than him?"

This question stumped Lie Jiuqing, and he said in a low voice: "You praised him for his good looks, why are you afraid? He shouldn't be too angry, master, don't worry."

Faced with pleasure, Lie Jiuqing would automatically lead him to be Wen Rong most of the time.

What he said is not that simple.

The calmer he spoke, the more nervous Lie Jiuqing became, "He doesn't like others praising him for looking good."

Huanse brought her the Bazhen cake that Blue Eucalyptus had sent earlier and handed it to her mouth, "He shouldn't mind what you say."

Lie Jiuqing stiffly took a bite and asked cheerfully: "Master, is it delicious?"

"Delicious."

Huanse nodded, "The Fourth Young Master Lan made it himself, so it is naturally very delicious."

Lie Jiuqing's heart felt cold, and he smiled forcefully, not daring to eat it, "Actually, my future husband's food is more delicious."

"A nobleman like him should never go to the dining room."

With a cheerful expression, Lie Jiuqing felt a little nervous. He laughed twice and said, "How do you know? My future husband is very knowledgeable. He loves me very much."

After a moment of joy, he suddenly raised his eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Then why did you provoke the slave?"

(End of this chapter)