The Demon King's Pampered Wife: The Alluring Little Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 271 The Nemesis of His Highness King Chen

Beigong Chenyao found a set of clean clothes in the Najie and changed into them, and the two walked side by side towards the small courtyard not far away.

"You are back, sit down quickly, and dinner will be served soon."

As soon as Mo Ruyu, who was setting the dishes and chopsticks, saw the two figures coming in from the door, she hurriedly greeted them warmly, and then hurriedly turned around, ready to go to the kitchen.

"Mother, sit down, I'll help." My mother's body is still very weak, of course Wushuang didn't want her to be tired, so she hurriedly stopped her.

Mo Ruyu naturally knew her daughter's worry, so she didn't hold back anymore, she smiled softly, and sat down beside Wu Shuang as she wanted.

Only then did Wushuang smile in satisfaction, then turned and went to the kitchen.

A tall and tall figure was busy in the kitchen, Wu Shuang looked at that handsome movement, with a look of admiration on his face, this old man seemed a bit too perfect.

Sure enough... the man who can cook is the most handsome, and the one who is handsome and can cook is handsome, and my father is undoubtedly the latter.

Looking at the nearly ten dishes that have already been cooked, Wushuang took a deep breath, enjoying them, and then recalled her mother's horrible cooking skills, hey, it really should be matched like this.

"Wipe your saliva and serve the food."

What was the matter with this voice? Wushuang turned her head and saw that her father had left an indifferent back.

With an embarrassing smile, Wushuang found a tray and started serving dishes.

After dinner, the atmosphere was quite harmonious. Beigong Chenyao followed Wushuang to clean up in the kitchen, but he just stood aside, showing no intention of helping.

Wushuang glanced back, then thought of her father, and shook her head secretly, as expected, not everyone is as lucky as mother.

"Shuanger~"

"Huh?" Wushuang responded while washing the bowl.

"Shuanger~"

"Why?" Wushuang frowned, what's the matter with this coquettish voice.

Before he could react, he was hugged from behind.

"Oh, go away, it's too hot." Wushuang was still washing the dishes, so he could only bump his back against the wall of flesh behind him.

"No, you're cool." A certain man not only didn't realize it, but even hugged her tightly, putting his chin on the woman's shoulder and smiling harmlessly.

Sighing helplessly, Wushuang ignored him and quickly cleaned the dishes.

After a while, there was a sudden itchy touch on his cheeks, followed by his neck, and the big hands on his waist became irregular at some point.

"Stay away from me." Unbearable, Wushuang shook off the water on his hand, and separated a distance between the two with his elbow.

"Shuang'er~ I want you." The person who was pushed away approached again, his hands crossed the woman's body, and propped it on the desk behind, the tall body was slowly pressed down, and the breath became ambiguous in an instant.

Wushuang could only lean back with a blushing face, stretching out a pair of wet hands in mid-air to push, it was not good, and it was not good to not push.

Seeing that he had no way to retreat, Wushuang didn't care so much, he reached out and wanted to push the upper body away, but the man didn't move at all.

"Hey, you don't want to be beaten by my father again, do you?" Wushuang didn't dare to make a big fuss, so he could only threaten his father.

"Don't worry, he won't come over, just let me kiss you, just one, I've been vegetarian for so long, I'm almost suffocating as a husband."

Hearing such an aggrieved voice, Wushuang still couldn't bear it, thinking it was just a kiss, just about to nod, his gaze skipped over the man's shoulder, and his eyes widened in an instant.

"Get out of the way—" The voice was small, but it was gritted teeth.

"No." Beigong Chenyao shook his head rascally, and moved his head forward.

"Let it go or not."

"Do not……"

Before the second word was uttered, a certain person felt a thunderbolt in his head, and the next moment, a big hand was attached to his shoulder, his body was empty, his back hurt, and when he opened his eyes, it was already a starry sky.

"Father——" Looking at the cold-blooded old father, Wushuang was heartbroken, and still reached out and grabbed the other's sleeve.

"You just wait for me."

After Rong Ye said this coldly, he left the kitchen without looking back, and the chill on his body became heavier and heavier.

Soon, the yard sounded like a pig-killing roar.

"Hiss—" Unable to bear to look at it, Wushuang covered her eyes, turned around slowly, sealed off her own space, and then resumed the rest of the work.

(End of this chapter)