Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 78 Buying and Selling ([-])

Han Qing suspected that he was a broken sleeve if he didn't touch his concubine, so wouldn't Han Qing be a broken sleeve if he didn't have a woman around him?
Han Qing's face turned black, like a deep pool of ancient water, making people palpitate, and snorted coldly: "My lord, be careful with your words!"

Qiao Yurong only felt the icy cold, her heart trembled, and her face showed embarrassment: "Yes, it doesn't matter."

It's just a pity that such a good-looking man has broken sleeves
Han Qing stopped and looked at Qiao Yurong. The snow-covered coldness between his brows was like a thousand-year-old ice hammer, frozen and unmelted. The clear voice was very flat, but it gave off a dangerous atmosphere, and said: " If this young master really has broken sleeves, and his appearance suits the lord's liking, is it possible that the lord would still recommend himself as a pillow?"

You are a broken sleeve, but I am not a broken sleeve.

However, being able to bend a broken sleeve made Qiao Yurong feel very satisfied.

Qiao Yurong hesitated in his heart, but smiled on his face: "Hey, brother Han Qing, don't you laugh at saying this? If you have a need, I will naturally do my best to meet it, but if I have a need, Brother Han Qing You have to take care of me too, don't you?"

These words are simply a grandiose sale of one's body.

I am willing to sleep with you, and you have to meet my needs.

Qiao Yurong did it for the sake of the people in the Northlands, and she didn't even need moral integrity, let alone such a handsome and outstanding man like Han Qing, this is a kind of pride of being a woman.

The word reserved has never happened to Qiao Yurong.

In the past and present, Qiao Yurong was not the kind of person who would wrong herself.

Han Qing stared fixedly at Qiao Yurong, with an indescribable mist in his eyes. The tiny rays of light were like shining stars, shining brightly, extraordinarily dazzling, but extremely dangerous.

Qiao Yurong couldn't help shrinking her neck from being watched, and raised a smile: "Brother Han Qing, what did this king say wrong?"

Han Qing looked at it for a while, and the air became cold, before he sneered: "You look like this, take off your clothes and give them to me, I don't even want it."

Qiao Yurong got annoyed when she heard it, and said, "Why do I look like this, am I ugly?" Obviously this appearance is very handsome, okay?

Han Qing's expression was indifferent and arrogant: "My lord, you have been in the Northland for a long time and you don't know the splendor of the outside world. There are so many beauties outside. In this poor and remote place in the Northland, you are so beautiful, so you naturally feel outstanding. But Went outside." Han Qing mocked more and more: "It can only be counted as a little bit of beauty."

"You mean, this king can't attract you, right?" Qiao Yurong looked at Han Qing, not believing his words at all.

Even if she had seen many beauties in her previous life, she could still be regarded as an upper-class beauty. Han Qing was lying about what a little beauty is.

Han Qing snorted coldly, his attitude was cold and arrogant, and he didn't even look at him.

Qiao Yurong was stimulated by Han Qing's expression, and the desire to conquer in her body was stimulated. She was already close to Han Qing's body, but she took another step forward, approaching Han Qing, stepping slightly, and her eyes were level with Han Qing's.

The tip of their noses is close to the tip of their noses, and the slender eyelashes in their eyes are close together. Leng Meixiang and Youlanxiang blend together in an incomparably intimate gesture.

Han Qing felt his breathing stagnate, and his eyes met Qiao Yurong.

Qiao Yurong's skin is extremely fair, one-third whiter than that of milk, and it is white and pink. Because it is too close, Han Qing can see a layer of fine fluff on the surface of his skin, trembling slightly in the cold wind , adding a bit of hazy jade color, moist and flawless, tender spring buds, people can't help but want to touch.

(End of this chapter)