The cute concubine falling from the sky, meow meow meow

Chapter 925 Think About How To Explain To Your Wife
"I'm already very self-respecting, otherwise I'd just pounce on you and press you against the door and kiss you forcefully." Bei Mingqing hugged his long legs, and climbed up along his long legs.

This action almost ripped off Miao Ah San's pants.

Bei Mingqing seemed to be aware of this, and quickly stood up, reaching out to lift up his trouser belt.

"..." Does this woman have any shame?
Meow Asan was about to scold someone, but the door opened at this moment.

And it just so happened that Miao Yiren saw Bei Mingqing's hand was holding Miao Ah San's waistband. When her eyes fell on that side, Bei Mingqing just lifted up the waistband again. Can't lift it up to his chest.

"Cough..." Miao Yiren clenched his fist and coughed on his lips, "It seems that I came in at the wrong time, you continue."

After she finished speaking, she closed the door again.

Meow Ah San was in a hurry now, she swung away Bei Mingqing who was holding on to her belt, and rushed out.

"Yi Ren, listen to my explanation."

"Ahem, I don't need to explain, I understand." Miao Yiren's indifferent face was full of meaning.

There was no volatility, no jealousy, and it even made Meow Asan notice her fleeting relief.

Meow Asan: "..."

She might think that thanks to Bei Mingqing, she can get rid of his trouble, right?

"Downstairs, the people in Yeshen Pavilion are plotting something." Miao Yiren changed the subject, "There must be a secret room or something in Wangjiang Tower."

"So what?" Miao Ah San asked in a non-enthusiastic way.

He knew that he was not so important in her heart, but he still felt sad, after all, he was the woman he had been thinking about for so long...

"Jun Xuanye, he is definitely not dead." Miao Yiren looked at Miao Ah San squarely, and said every word.

"He's not dead, the news has spread, he's disabled." Meow Ah San shrugged.

Miao Yiren looked at him with disgust, and really didn't want to say more about his slow-moving appearance.

The "Jun Xuan Ye" who came back from the Western Regions must be a fake, the real Night King, I'm afraid what he is doing...

What does he want?

……

In the dark pavilion of Wangjiang Tower, the dim candlelight fluttered gently, reflecting the figures of several people in the room on the wall, flickering and dimming.

One sat at the head, with one hand resting on the table, dressed in black and brocade robes, exuding a murderous coldness all over his body.

This coldness flowed through this narrow space, as if you were in an ice cave.

Bei Mingjue, who was sitting on his left side, said, "Aye, everything has been arranged. As for Jun Zhihua's life, do you want it or not?"

"Yes, why not?" The low-mellow male voice was cold and bewitching.

That voice makes people feel like they are in the snow in February.

"Okay, you all go out." Bei Mingjue glanced at the others and waved.

Soon, everyone backed out.

In the entire dark room, only the two of them were left.

"A Ye, have you figured out how to explain it to your wife?" Bei Mingjue left after all the others, he leaned lazily on the seat, his tone was light and airy, and it was completely just that watching a play was not a big deal.

Jun Xuanye slightly bent his long fingers and tapped lightly on the table.

"You don't need to worry about our husband and wife."

"Hey, you are really a kid, don't you just take a look at your mother and concubine, do you need to be so indifferent... Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

Before he finished speaking, the man's eyes flew towards him with a sharp knife, as if he wished he could be hacked into pieces.

(End of this chapter)