Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 130 Don't You Be Jealous (3)
"Ah, it's afternoon, let's go eat." Lingjiu blinked at Song Xueyi, with an innocent and romantic look, and was about to leave while holding Song Xue's hand.

"Did Jiu'er forget something?" Song Xueyi didn't move, and looked at her quietly.

Lingjiu tilted her head, eyes full of bewilderment.

Under the halo of pearls in the dark room, the young man's beautiful eyes under sculpted eyebrows are covered with a layer of soft water color, his white face like jade seems to be shining, and his pale pink lips are hooked with a shallow smile, moist and tempting to kiss.

Looking at the beauties under the lights, the more beautiful they look, the more beautiful they are.

Lingjiu looked at Song Xueyi's face in a daze, and after a few seconds, she curled her lips in frustration, "Got it, got it, you can help you detoxify, right?"

A narrow look flashed in Song Xueyi's eyes, "Huh? I just want to tell Jiu'er that you forgot to put on your clothes."

"Huh?" Lingjiu was taken aback, only to realize that the clothes that had been pulled away before were not arranged properly.This is a tragedy of forming a habit, because Song Xiaobai would help her with this kind of thing before!
wrong!

Lingjiu turned her head suddenly and stared at Song Xueyi, "You frame me!"

"Huh?" Song Xueyi's expression didn't change much, and she didn't even intend to pretend.

Lingjiu is not angry, it is not her character to act like nothing happened, staring at Song Xueyi's face suspiciously for a while, she suddenly stretched out her hand.

"Playing with me? Huh? Playing with me?" One hand tugged on Song Xueyi's soft cheek, pulling it gently.

Song Xueyi was obviously stunned.

Taking advantage of this little time, Lingjiu ravaged the handsome boy's cheeks with all his strength, and when Song Xueyi's eyes were clear again, he let go of his hands, and looked at the rosy cheeks that appeared on the boy's cheeks with satisfaction.

"I don't want to show you some color, do you really think I'm a three-year-old baby?" Lingjiu hooked the corner of her mouth evilly, and reached out her hand again, attacking Song Xueyi's stomach.

"Hmm...puchi, hahaha...Jiu'er!" Song Xueyi's eyes widened and then narrowed quickly, apparently not expecting Lingjiu to do this, her body trembling with laughter, and she did not forget to hold Lingjiu tightly with her hands, Afraid that she would fall off her lap.

"I heard that ticklish men are afraid of their wives!" Lingjiu laughed heartily, teasing Song Xueyi.

Song Xueyi's eyes flashed, and he suddenly scratched her armpit with the hand holding her while laughing.

Lingjiu raised her eyebrows, "I'm not ticklish."

Song Xueyi also raised her eyebrows, and suddenly tapped on one of her acupuncture points.

"Pfft—!" Lingjiu exhaled triumphantly just now, "Puff hahaha, you, you, you, you, hahaha, shameless!"

"Jiu'er is naturally not a three-year-old doll, is she almost eight years old?" Song Xueyi smiled, looking intently at the girl in her arms who was laughing until the corners of her eyes watered.

"Hmph." Lingjiu, who refused to admit defeat, made her handprints secretly.

In the next second, Song Xueyi was surprised to find that his hands were bound by something invisible.

"Fight with me?" The girl with red cheeks smiled, her brows were raised and her eyes squinted, so cute (evil) loving (evil).

This commotion, from the chair to the bed, unknowingly time passed, and when they got down, both of them were flushed, their clothes were messy, and their hair was loose.

The two people on the bed stared at each other, then laughed one after another.

The clear and clear laughter of the teenager and the immature laughter of the child are clean, clear and carefree. If someone sees the appearance of the childhood sweetheart, I am afraid that they will not be able to help but smile knowingly.

After laughing, Lingjiu reached out to Song Xueyi, wanting to touch his forehead.Halfway through, he was held and pulled into his arms by the boy.

Lingjiu looked at Song Xueyi suspiciously. The latter carefully tidied up her messy attire, and said with a chuckle, "You want to eat? Let's talk after we eat."

"Okay." Looking at Song Xueyi's appearance, she wasn't afraid. Removing the formation is not a trivial matter, so don't be in a hurry.

The two came out of the wing room, and Xiayan who was waiting outside the door saw her, "Master, Lord Jiu, dinner is already... eh?" The words stopped suddenly, and she stared at the two with startled eyes.

"Huh?" Song Xueyi's voice came from behind the mask.

Xia Yan could hear the smile in his voice keenly, which shows that he is in a good mood now.

This made Xiayan's expression even weirder, she quickly lowered her head, and repeated her previous words, "If you come back to Master, the dinner is ready."

Song Xueyi nodded, and walked to the place where she usually eats with Lingjiu in her arms.This time Xiayan was slower to keep up, silently looking at Song Xueyi's back, recalling the scene she just saw——

Jiu Zhu'er's cheeks were so red, her eyes were more hydrated than before, her eye sockets were still red, and although her clothes were neat, there were slight wrinkles.

And Master, his face was covered by a mask and he couldn't see, but his hair was a bit disheveled, and there were a few white feathers stained on it, which was obviously evidence of rolling over on the bed.

This... It's no wonder she's thinking wrong!Who told me that Master really loves Master Jiu so much!
So, did anything happen to Master Jiu and Master Jiu?

Everyone has gossip mentality and curiosity, and Xiayan is obviously no exception.

As the setting sun sets, half of the sky is brightly red, charming and luxurious, like a fairy caressing cinnabar.

Lingjiu and Song Xueyi had just finished their dinner when they saw a servant coming over to spread the word that it was Young Master Jiang who was visiting.

"This time his timing was accurate." Lingjiu commented.

When Song Xueyi wiped the corners of her mouth with a white veil, she rubbed her delicate lips with her fingertips inadvertently, and smiled softly when she heard her words, "If you don't want to see it, then you won't see it."

When Lingjiu talked about her experience in the secret realm, she didn't mention the scene where she robbed Jiang Wumei. At this moment, she said, "See you, he still owes me money."

After hearing Lingjiu's words, the servants who were waiting bowed out and went out to invite Jiang Wumei.

Seeing this, Song Xueyi was not only not angry, but satisfied with the servant's reaction.

Treating Jiu'er as if treating him, he was the one who said this, before the Song family couldn't do it completely, but now under his management, there has been a good change.

After a while, Jiang Wumei walked into the Snow Courtyard led by the servants of the Song family.

Lingjiu looked at him, and the young man walking with his back to the setting sun was wearing a blue brocade robe, embroidered with red bird dark patterns, and a purple belt hanging from his waist to hang jade pendants. sound.

He has a handsome appearance, his jet-black hair is neatly tied into a ponytail, framed by an emerald feather crown, revealing his plump forehead, his clean skin is fair, his eyes are long and narrow like lacquer, and his vermilion lips are slightly and naturally drawn together. In a straight line, a heroic and arrogant air rushed towards his face.

Such a young man who is full of heroism, arrogance and nobility is really pleasing to the eye, and it is much better than when he was in a mess in the secret realm.

Lingjiu recalled the Jiang Wumei he met when he first came here, and he seemed to have changed a lot from the present him.

This change does not refer to the appearance, but the heart, temperament and feeling.

(End of this chapter)