The strongest peasant girl in Xiuse Jinyuan

Chapter 645 Was Beaten by Master Jing (4)
"Ling Jing, your uncle, stinky rascal, stinky rascal, big bastard..."

Ah, my God, let a lightning strike her to death.

Seeing Wei Changju struggling violently, Ling Jing's eyes darkened, and she stretched out a hand to press her on the soft couch.

She softened her tone, coaxed and comforted her, and said, "Good boy, just now, Grandpa hit too hard, let Grandpa check to see if he was injured."

Ling Jing's tone of voice was extremely serious, without the slightest sense of drama, and there was faint worry and distress in her tone.

Wei Changqu was lying on the soft couch, and she felt that Ling Jing's hand seemed to grow on her body, pressing down on her, as if a mountain was pressing down on her, making her unable to move.

"Ling Jing, I don't hurt, I really don't hurt, you didn't hurt me, put on my pants quickly." Wei Changqu begged.

This is the consequence of pretending to be dead and dizzy.

She is really self-inflicted, she can't live, woo...

"Don't move around." Ling Jing pressed Wei Changqu with one hand, and opened a box of ointment with the other hand.

"Qie'er, my lord is your husband and not an outsider. What are you afraid of? If it hurts, don't hold back."

"My lord is also confused, and he just hit harder."

While speaking, Ling Jing had already taken the ointment from the medicine box, and then applied the ointment on Wei Changqu's buttocks, kneading it gently.

Feeling the touch of Ling Jing's fingertips, Wei Changqu froze half of her body. At this moment, she wanted to cry without tears. She really wanted to find a piece of tofu and slap herself to death.

After applying the ointment, after a while, Wei Changqu felt his buttocks on both sides were cool, and his heart felt so comfortable. The hot feeling just now had disappeared without a trace.

Smelling a vague fragrance in the air, Wei Changjue blew his nose vigorously.

The fragrance enters the nose, the fragrance is pleasant, shallow and faint, and it smells very comfortable.

Wei Changjue is familiar with this scent - Xuening Cream, the scent of Xuening Cream.

This person actually used Xuening cream to paint her buttocks, and... it's really violent.

She was just slapped a few times, although it was really painful, but it was also the palm of the hand, not the wooden board in the yamen.

No matter how hard the beating was just now, at most, it would only leave a few five-finger mountains on her buttocks. What's the big deal, she had to use snow cream.

After the ointment was applied, Wei Changju rolled his eyes weakly, ground his teeth and said, "Ling Jing, let me go, put on my pants quickly."

"Okay." This time, Ling Jing didn't say anything more, but said a word gently.

He closed the medicine box of Xue Ning Gao and put it aside, then gently lifted Wei Changqu's trousers, and helped him tie up his trousers belt by the way.

Feeling that his butt was wrapped in a layer of fabric, Wei Changqu let out a long breath, feeling at ease at last.

She turned over and sat up, opened her eyes wide, and stared at Ling Jing desperately.

Damn, without her permission, she actually cut her pants. Damn, it's just too hateful.

Seeing Wei Changju's angry eyes and rounded eyes, Ling Jing felt angry and wanted to laugh.

He and she have a marriage contract, he is her husband, she is his wife, what's wrong with a husband applying medicine for his wife?
Raising his hand, he straightened the messy hair on the front of Wei Changqu's forehead, hooked the corners of his lips, overflowed with a wicked smile, and said in a gentle voice, "Qi'er, what are you awkward about? The master is yours." Husband, what's wrong with rubbing the medicine on you? Besides, your ass will sooner or later..."

Before Ling Jing could say the word "see", Wei Changqu stopped him.

"Stop!" She raised one hand up, aimed at Master Jing's thin lips like a knife, and made a silent gesture.

"The future is the future, now is the present, I... I'm not used to it yet."

Ling Jing curled her lips into a chuckle, removed Wei Changqu's slender hand, wrapped her in her arms, and hugged her in her arms, lowered her eyes, leaned against her ear, whispered softly, "Okay , I won’t tease you anymore.”

"Today's matter, I was wrong. I shouldn't be so heavy-handed. Quer, forgive me, okay?"

Wen Wen's voice rang in his ears, and after Wei Changjue heard it, he finally felt much more at ease.

"That's pretty much the same." After thinking for a while, he emphasized again: "You are not allowed to spank me in the future, let alone spank my ass."

An adult, being caught and spanked, what a ridiculous scene, how embarrassing.

"Okay, I'll remember." Master Jing warmed his voice and agreed very readily.

"Qie'er, I know you are very afraid of pain. From now on, even if you make me vomit blood in anger, I will try my best to bear it and never touch your finger again, okay?"

After Ling Jing finished speaking, Wei Changju raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a big question mark on his forehead.

She is particularly afraid of pain?By the way, when did she say that she was particularly afraid of pain?
After thinking about it for a while, Wei Changju realized later that she just pretended to be dizzy. Didn't Master Jing think that she was hit by a board and fainted from the pain?
Thinking of this possibility, Wei Changju stared at Ling Jing's peerless face, feeling guilty secretly.

This matter can only rot in her stomach, and she can't admit it if she is killed. She was just pretending to be dizzy, otherwise... Let Master Jing know the truth.

Secretly making up his mind, Wei Changju grinned the corners of his lips and smiled embarrassingly.

"That's about the same." Nodding in satisfaction, grinning the corners of her lips, she continued: "Ling Jing, I will try my best to restrain my temper in the future and make sure that I won't make you vomit blood..."

Ling Jing...

This girl is really heartless.

Try to make sure that he doesn't vomit blood from anger—that is, it is very likely that he will vomit blood from anger.

The expression on his face twitched slightly.

The two embraced each other, their clothes clinging to each other.

Wei Changqu put half of his cheek on Ling Jing's chest, quietly listening to his vigorous heartbeat, and smelling the cold plum fragrance on his body as he breathed.

Ling Jing lowered her eyes, her chin as smooth as jade rested lightly on the top of Wei Changqu's head, smelling the fragrance of her hair.

The lake breeze is blowing in through the flower windows, and the West Wing Pavilion is very cool.

The two were silent for a long time, Ling Jing leaned against Wei Changqu's ear, and suddenly said, "Qiao'er, tomorrow, I will take you to a place."

"Where are you going... huh?" Wei Changqu asked without even thinking about it, his voice was soft, and the ending drew the old man.

The lake reflects the sunset, and the time is peaceful and beautiful.

Wei Changju leaned lazily in Ling Jing's arms, smelling the familiar smell on him, his eyes blurred, yawning lazily, sleepy, like a lazy and cute Persian cat.

(End of this chapter)