Divine Doctor and Farmer's Girl: Buy a husband to farm

Chapter 1980 The Empress He Heng (190)

No no no, he can't die.

Although Hang Heng brazenly took his virgin body, but he still has a lot of beauties waiting for him in the future, if he doesn't enjoy it, he will die, thanks to him.

what to do?Yan Cong patted his head and struggled to think of an idea.

Hang Heng turned around with a groan, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.

It's over, this brain, how to lose the chain at the critical moment!It was a mess, and I couldn't think of anything.

"When is it?" Hang Heng yawned, his eyes still open, and he hugged the quilt tightly and asked.

Immediately, she frowned and said to herself, "Did I punch in a dream last night? Why did I fall asleep and feel sore all over?"

Seeing that her long eyelashes were about to open in the blink of an eye, and she was slamming her life in the blink of an eye, she had a quick wit, and the villain first complained: "He Heng, how dare you do this to me!"

Hang Hang rubbed his temples, yawned and opened his eyes to look sideways: "Yan Cong, why did you come to my place so early in the morning and howl... Ah! Yan Cong, you are shameless!"

Yan Cong pulled his clothes and hugged him, barely covering it up, and complained: "You are shameless! I accompany you to drink away your sorrows, but you have evil intentions towards me!"

"Me?" Hang Heng was stunned, looking at his hands, "I have bad intentions for you? I can't be so blind in my dreams, right?"

Yan Cong quickly dressed while scolding: "What are you looking at? Still watching! Don't be afraid of the eye of a needle!"

"I scratched you?" Hang Heng looked at the deep scratches on his back, feeling a little guilty.

"Otherwise? Could it be that I lost my mind and wanted to scratch myself like this?" Yan Cong said angrily, "Look! Let's dig out your eyeballs."

Hang Heng didn't look at it, she lifted the quilt and glanced at herself secretly, then she breathed a sigh of relief, and said confidently: "You tickled me too, we're even. Don't believe me, let me see it?"

"Get out of here." Yan Cong dressed quickly, then bent down and gathered all her clothes into a random ball, picked them up and threw them on her, "Get dressed quickly!"

"Yan Cong," Hang Heng pushed aside the clothes that had been thrown at him, and asked, "Did the two of us have sex after drinking last night?"

"No, it's you, the overlord, who fought hard." Yan Cong went to the table and poured a cup of overnight tea and drank it down. The cold tea made him shiver, and at the same time couldn't help cursing, "Oh my god. "

"..." Hang Heng was speechless, "Why don't we all pretend that nothing happened?"

Yan Cong was secretly happy, that's right, nothing happened.

He doesn't know what he looks like now, he looks like a scumbag.

But his conscience was not completely wiped out after all, looking at the marks on Hang Heng's neck, thinking about how he favored one after another last night... He hesitated suddenly, how to show his masculinity and responsibility.

Of course, this matter must also be leveled.

Unexpectedly, his momentary hesitation caused Heng Heng to misunderstand.

"In that case, I'll give you 2000 taels of silver." Hang Heng said, "Don't push yourself too hard, just two thousand taels, is it too much?"

Yan Cong was furious: "Who do you think I am!"

After sleeping and taking money to send him off, do you really think that he is out to sell?

Hang Hang thought he was dissatisfied with the amount, and scolded: "Yan Cong, don't be shameless, are you worth so much money? You can buy a Jiangnan skinny horse, the best 1000 taels of silver. Then I'll buy a little boy , is the best 2000 taels enough? I'll just sleep with you for one night, and if you open your mouth again, be careful that I won't give you a penny."

Yan Cong was really angry and exploded: "Is this about money?"

"It's not about money, is it about feelings?" Goose bumps on Hang Heng's body were about to rise, and he shrank into the cup, "Yan Cong, you won't have a crush on me for a long time, now take this opportunity to ask me to take responsibility .I'm telling you, I'm not going to take responsibility."

Yan Cong: "..."

Heaven and earth, let him die, don't let anyone stop him.

Seeing him trembling with anger, Hang Heng tentatively asked, "You really want me to be responsible? But Yan Cong, I really don't like you."

"He Heng, shut up! If you dare to say one more word, I will beat you to death!"

Oops, how could love beget hate?Hang Heng stared at him with wide eyes.

Yan Cong was so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death.

But he can't, he has to be calm.

He took a deep breath, sat down on the footrest, and raised his hands: "He Heng, let's settle this matter."

Hang Heng rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Yan Cong had to pretend he didn't see her, so that he could suppress his urge to strangle her to death.

"This matter is drunken sex, I suffer, but I don't care."

Hang Heng couldn't bear it anymore: "Shameless, aren't you? Where did you suffer? If you say you suffer, we are even."

Hmph, don't try to blackmail her.

"Fuck that fart!" Yan Cong knew that he had to hold her down in terms of arrogance. A person like He Heng would either take advantage or suffer a disadvantage. She had to make her feel that she was sorry for him so that she wouldn't cause trouble for herself in the future.

"Did you pull me to drink? Did you push me to the bed? Did you do something to me? Did you..."

"Wait, I don't remember the latter."

It's fine if you don't remember.

"I remember!" Yan Cong gritted his teeth.

"Can I beat you?"

"Why not?" Yan Cong was very glad that she let her fight yesterday, "We fought yesterday, who won?"

Heng Heng felt a little short of breath—she really won.

Yan Cong glared at her, and continued: "So what else do you have to say? I'm the one who suffers. Don't worry, I'm not trying to settle accounts with you, I just want to explain it to you, so you can bite back later."

Hang Hang waved his hand: "Okay, this matter is even. We are both drunk and both are at fault. You continue to talk."

"Both of us are people of status, especially you, who are attracting attention. It is very bad for you to spread this matter." Yan Cong said solemnly, "So I suggest that we both keep this secret. What do you think?"

"Okay." Hang Heng readily agreed. Anyway, this is not a good thing, and the black history should be kept silent forever.

Yan Cong finally felt relieved, and said, "Then, I'm leaving?"

Heng Heng waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go, I'll sleep for a while."

"Don't let anyone serve you when you turn around, do you know when you get up?" Yan Cong asked again.

"Come on, my business can definitely be covered, just keep your mouth shut."

Yan Cong then randomly grabbed two handfuls of hair and went out.

Ban Xia, who was waiting in the corridor, saw him come out, went forward to salute, and asked worriedly: "My lord, how is your Highness?"

These two people are used to messing around, so Ban Xia didn't think in the wrong direction at all.

But Yan Cong was guilty of being a thief, and he couldn't calm down immediately when he heard this.

"What's the matter? I didn't do anything."

Ban Xia was stunned.

(End of this chapter)