Get Lost, You Witch! Don’t Even Think About Letting Me Have A Baby With You Again!

Looking at the clothing interiors that Chen Yayun designed through his own first drafts or verbal descriptions, Li Qingming felt a sense of embarrassment as if he had accidentally posted a crude picture among his family members.

Another male protagonist was reborn as a young man, selling QQ clothes there, and determined to become a world QQ tycoon.

He just followed the example and inherited the will of his ancestors in the spiritual world.

What's wrong!

And the more he behaves like this, the more he becomes a fatal poison with a different kind of attraction. Just like when a little girl sees those exquisite and beautiful dolls for the first time, Pei Zhinan just wants to hold them in her arms.

Play around.

Pei Zhinan held a piece of clothing and looked at the bowl-like structure on it. He immediately understood how and where the interior was worn: "You can make so many patterns with the albizia lapel, you Li Qingming still has the nerve to say that he is a disciple of the righteous path? Compared with you, those prodigals in the Hehuan Zen Sect are all pure and innocent."

"Thoughts determine conduct, and you, a witch, can only think of this level." Li Qingming deliberately turned cold and preached: "These are small objects designed to reconcile conflicts between husband and wife, maintain a happy family, and make men and women happy. What does pleasure have to do with it?"

To a certain extent, this type of supplies really had this purpose, and Li Qingming didn't feel like he was making excuses.

"Oh?" Pei Zhinan's expression became even more playful when he heard this, "My husband is dissatisfied with the slave family~"

"Or..." She paused, narrowed her eyes and asked: "My family is already old and yellow, and my husband is tired of looking at this body of flesh and blood. Do you need these clothes to make my husband feel pity for my family?"

"..." Li Qingming breathed out, thinking that this woman is really unreasonable sometimes, and her ability to find fault in an egg is a bit scary.

Telling things in a smooth manner suddenly became annoying to him, and it sounded like he had done something outrageous.

Who should Li Qingming look for to reason with?

"I bought you new clothes and they're still cluttered. Don't forget about it." Li Qingming immediately broke the jar and threw it, pretending to take all the clothes back.

How could Pei Zhinan be willing? He glared coldly and said, "Take your stinky hands away from me and come over and loosen my clothes."

"I will come if you ask me to?" Li Qingming pouted, but still walked over and unbuckled the rope very skillfully, took off Pei Zhinan's coat, and then watched her pick and choose.

"What's the use of this thin ring?"

"For decoration," Li Qingming glanced at the decoration in front of him, which was considered unique among girls, and cursed Chen Yayun in his heart.

Forget about anything else, how could this damn witch see this thing and use it herself?

——I just want to hang it around his neck!

As expected, Pei Zhinan asked: "How can I hold you without a chain?"

Dog witch!

Li Qingming cursed in his heart, and saw Pei Zhinan taking some stockings, and asked: "Where is this fishnet-like tulle used? Looking at the material of these clothes, they can't be described as shoddy. I didn't expect that even you, Li Qingming also means no evil and no business. "

Li Qingming didn't respond, looking unconcerned. How could a layman know the ropes?

There are two most important points about this type of clothing.

First, the material must be light and thin, not only to be skin-friendly and refreshing, but also to highlight the translucent hazy texture.

Second, it would be better if the material were always inferior.

It can not only bring customers the most perfect use experience, but also promote customers' secondary consumption.

Seeing that Li Qingming was deliberately silent, Pei Zhinan was not angry and continued to play with himself. There is no woman who does not love these novel and unique costumes.

Especially beautiful women who are extremely confident in their appearance and figure, because confidence also implies narcissism, not to mention these clothes can really highlight the gracefulness of their figures, and the same is true for Pei Zhinan.

But for the moment, I wasn't sure what the gauze was for. To be more precise, I had the idea of ​​playing with Li Qingming again.

"How do you wear this?" she asked.

"Wear them as socks."

Li Qingming looked serious. He had no intention of seeing this witch wearing black stockings.

He is definitely not a stocking and leg control guy!

"I'm stupid, I want my husband to teach me how to dress."

But when Pei Zhinan gently threw it in his face, Li Qingming couldn't help but take another look.

In terms of beauty, she, Pei Zhinan, was one of the best. In her previous life, she was a queen-like big sister. He couldn't imagine how beautiful this enchantress would look in it.

"Don't you have any hands?"

After all, Li Qingming still couldn't lose face, he was still such a gentleman, and the light fragrance that filled the tip of his nose made him feel slightly embarrassed.

In the blink of an eye, he was sitting on the rosewood chair at the desk again.

And in front of him was that piece of skin as white as snow, as if the white jade tofu would break if he blew harder.

"Ms. sir, would you please put it on for me?"

Li Qingming hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly snorted coldly and said: "You are such a witch, you can't even put on your socks. It's really ridiculous."

Pei Zhinan didn't make any rebuttal, just smiled and looked at the duplicitous man in front of her, putting on her socks like a slave.

Then he said as if he was frustrated, "Have you learned it? I will teach you this time, but don't let me help you next time!"

"Yes."

Pei Zhinan responded gently, unable to hide the narrowness in his eyes, "But..."

"But what?"

"Just teach me, Mr. Xian. Why don't you let go of your slave's legs after teaching me?" The tenderness in Pei Zhinan's voice made anyone feel agitated after listening to it.

As soon as he lowered his head, Li Qingming realized that his hand had not yet been removed from her lap.

Even rubbing it.

Ahem!

Li Qingming coughed twice to cover up his guilty conscience and defended: "I'm helping you smooth out your wrinkles. You know I always pursue perfection in my work."

It’s really not that I want to eat tofu, it’s that this hand is suddenly out of my control.

"Um."

"No, you still don't believe it, right?"

"The slave family believes it."

"That's good, you know I, Li Qingming, am not such a person."

"That's right," Pei Zhinan, smiling and cooperating with the performance, asked lightly and skillfully: "Then when will my husband take back his other hand?"

"What other..." Li Qingming was mid-sentence when he realized that his other hand was still restless.

Why don't you obey orders? It's time to chop it up!

"This is not my intention," Li Qingming looked serious and asked Pei Zhinan, "Did you use any magic on me?"

"Haha~"

Pei Zhinan changed his tenderness from before and looked coldly at Li Qingming to see if there were any moves he hadn't used yet, but he felt a little proud in his heart.

——No matter how hard his bones are, Li Qingming will still bow to her pomegranate skirt.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Li Qingming coughed again and asked: "There are white ones over there, don't you want to try them? One of the solid colors is also good. As monks, we must not miss the opportunity to understand the Yin and Yang Dao."

The witch wears stockings,

So moist~