Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Jung understood and knew that her words were not good, so Quan didn't hear them.

But Qinghuan couldn't help but unscrew the door and spilled a bowl of cold tea on her head, "say you're tired, have a cup of tea and have a rest!"

The woman sat far away and was not splashed by tea, but she still screamed, and a sharp scream rang through the whole foreign building, "Qinghuan!"

Qinghuan light ah, simply threw down the tea bowl, the fragments splashed like a flower, "how?"

The woman was frightened by the splashing broken porcelain. She stretched out her pointed finger to Qinghuan and scolded, "bullying too much! Wait, I don't believe you can always be so beautiful!"

Qinghuan listened to her with a cold face and said faintly, "it doesn't bother you. After all, it's you, not me."

"Don't let people sleep in the early morning!" someone has been awakened by the dispute between them. When he opened the door, he shouted, "shout again, be careful I tell my mother!"

"You wait for me." the woman endured the unspoken abuse, and her face was distorted horribly. "Don't let you fall into my hands that day!"

Qinghuan turned and walked away, pulling Jung into the room. There was another loud door closing.

As soon as she entered the door, Qinghuan loosened Jung's hand and sat down in front of the dressing table. Her tone was as casual as if Jung was her regular guest. "Find a place to sit by yourself. I'll comb my hair first."

Jung looked around. Although the house was a western style building, in addition to a soft spring bed and a snow-white quilt opened on the bed, the furnishings in the room were full of Chinese style mahogany suits.

It should be because I just got up. There are still changed clothes at the head of the bed and the back of the chair. The teapots and cups on the eight immortals table are also messy. It seems that I had just drunk water not long ago.

Jung sat down at the table, took off his hat and looked at Qinghuan, who was pulling her hair in front of the dressing table.

"Don't take her words to heart. That's how the women in the building are." Qinghuan said as she pulled her hair.

Jung: "you are different from her."

Qinghuan smiled lightly and looked at him in the mirror. "I also threw her. What's different."

Jung said flatly, "I'm your guest, but she wants to rob the guest. It's her fault. You're not wrong."

Qinghuan looked away and said softly, "is it?"

Jung nodded. "Yes."

Qinghuan dressed herself, her tone and tone were a little careless, "is she right? My guest, the guest under the skirt."

"No," Jung said, looking at her.

"Then why don't you argue with her?"

Because arguing is meaningless, he does not allow himself to argue with a woman in public.

"Why are these words spoken by women?" Qinghuan continued: "men are always complacent because women fight for their heads and blood, so as to show how much they are sought after and liked by men."

Qinghuan's words were difficult to understand. Jung thought for a while before hesitating: "what should I say?"

Qinghuan glanced at him, "what do you say?"

Jung pursed his lips. "I don't know. I just came to talk to you."

Qinghuan took her lips off her eyes and said casually, "you can say what you want, and you can be happy if you don't say it. You don't have to worry about her throwing face at you. Women in foreign buildings will only please men."

Jung didn't know whether to nod or shake his head. "What about you?"

"Me?" Qinghuan put down the ointment, straightened his clothes, stood up, paced and sat down in front of Jung, "I am also a woman in a foreign building, and you are a man."

Qinghuan smiled charmingly, "what do you want to say? Say something in the boudoir?"