My Chief Husband, Too Mensao!

Yun Qiao's face sank.

How long is a week? ! Is it the same as the cloud country for seven days?

No, she can't stay for a day!

"Tell him, I am going out now! Otherwise... I will make him look good, hey!" Yun Qiao slammed the table again.

Zhen Bo Zhang Shake shook.

"Good, Xiao Qiao girl, I will go out and discuss with the president, you are here to wait for my message..." Zhang Bo patiently stared at her.

"Hmm."

Yun Qiao was taken back to the cell by the staff.

Nobody's place, Yunqiao sneaked his fingers and sighed a few mouthfuls of air.

Damn, this broken place, even a paperweight, a ring or a pen rack, there is nothing to use when she gets angry.

It hurts her to use her delicate little hands to shoot the table.

Oh, it’s all red and swollen!

Sitting in the cell in the air, she missed her former guard, A Sheng.

If there is a holy, just fine.

What she wants, he will find her the first time, take it.

She sees who is not pleasing to the eye, he will teach her a lesson.

If A Sheng is there, where does the cheap husband dare to bully her like this? Hey, A Sheng will definitely help her to throw the scum man into jail and slap the punishment.

Instead of she now sitting pitifully here.

Oh, I don’t know if A Sheng is dead or alive. Is it like her, falling into this strange world?

Now she is alone, she does not depend on it, she can only rely on herself.

Live on your own, rely on yourself to avenge yourself, rely on yourself... Try to find Asheng, and work hard to find the way home, return to the cloud country.

The national master of Yunguo, and her little palace ladies, are waiting for her to go back and play.

She did not see the good figure of the national teacher, and did not taste the taste of the cave, so I left my home, I really regret it.

"Give the pen to the palace! Paper!"

Yun Qiao screamed, rushed to the staff outside the prison, ordered.

The staff's face was complicated and twitched for a long while.

No way, I turned and gave it to her.

Just now the president of the presidential palace is so polite to the female prisoner. She also specifically confessed that they can’t treat her badly. She wants to give her everything. She should also take care of her meals and give her a quilt to keep warm...

It seems that this woman is not offending the presidential palace, but another hidden thing.

In this case, of course, they dare not make trouble again.

Don't wait for the woman to go out someday, and complain to the president, they can't eat and walk away.

Pen, paper, and quickly took it.

Yunqiao sat cross-legged on the ground and began to write and draw.

"Which is a broken pen, writing so fine, the words of the mosquito legs are so big, who can see it clearly; and this paper, white like a ghost, is much worse than the yellow paper in our palace. The people here are really No, there is no culture..."

Yun Qiao wrote while spit.

Instead, she surrounded a circle of female prisoners.

On the cold winter night, everyone had nothing to do except to sleep. I saw Yun Qiao’s visit for a while, and I was able to get a pen and paper to write and draw paintings. I was very interested.

"What is this you wrote?" Someone could not understand.

Yunqiao pointed at the above things, raised his chin, and proudly said:

“I wrote a hundred ways to get my husband and myself divorced!”

Everyone: "..."

They only saw the paper, painted a bunch, pumpkin, eggplant, cowpea, and even ants and small turtles...

Where can I see a word?