Rotten Terrier - Chapter 112 Extraordinary·Newlyweds (2)

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"No!" Mu Qingchen violated his heart, twisting his waist, turning his back to Chang Shu.

Hmph, give you some experience for yourself.

Chang Shu tilted her head to snicker and stretched out her hand to scratch her. Seeing that she was indifferent, he scratched again, then went back to her and squatted.

The scorching gaze had magical power, and it penetrated directly into Mu Qingchen's heart. But Mu·Qi Tou Shang·Qing Chen obviously did not eat this set.

"My palace just wants to give you a surprise, not deliberately to scare you..."

Mu Qingchen's face became uglier as he listened: "Is this a question of whether it is scary or not!"

This is obviously a question of making fun of her, and it is very, very, very bad in nature.

She is a dignified master of a good family, studying well in the Imperial College, and one day, she will smash a beautiful and weak student. I see a pitiful classmate. Just ask, love or not.

The answer is of course yes.

As a result, she took time and effort to build her heart, put aside the secular, and broke the routine.

For this obsessive love, he did not hesitate to gamble on the lives of the whole family, and blatantly escaped from marriage, even more so.

As a result, he slapped his face now, and he still slapped him so loudly.

I can't forgive, at least not now. If Chang Shu is forgiven easily, wouldn't her face as an emperor's bully be ruined.

"My palace doesn't tell you, but there are difficulties..." Chang Shu narrowed her mouth, acting pitifully.

Mu Qingchen was indifferent. She could understand that Chang Shu was born in Miyagi and was in Miyagi. She didn't learn it well, but she learned the maidens' Gongdou acting skills very well.

In the year of staying at the Imperial College, there was no flaw at all.

Mu Qingchen snorted coldly: "Difficulties? What difficulties can you have with Jinzhiyuye."

Chang Shu said nervously, "You have a bad temper. If you let you know in advance, what should you do if you don't get married in anger."

She flees again and is self-defeating, and they all startled her into a frightened bird.

As soon as he uttered the words, he changed to Mu Qingchen to make a mistake: "That's right, I hate others playing tricks on me the most in my life."

Chang Shu finally seized the opportunity and said hurriedly: "So you must not be angry anymore."

She was so happy that she was forgetful for a while, leaning close to Mu Qingchen's face, looking straight at her intently, with anxiety and expectation in her eyes.

She was taken aback by Mu Qingchen, and because of the fragrance from her body, her cheeks were reddened. For a while, her nose and throat... all the way to her chest, they were warm and melted. She wanted to avoid.

He got up from the ground in a hurry, jumped on the acacia bed, pulled the quilt and covered his head.

Chang Shu also followed, leaned over to her ear, and said aggrieved: "Heyan wine...I haven't drunk it yet."

"Stop drinking."

"Drink or drink." Chang Shu squeezed her palm, "Heaven and earth are all worshipped, and you will be a messenger in the future, so you must not deny it."

"I won't admit it." Mu Qingchen turned sideways and lay inward, but his ears were raised high. He listened carefully to the sound behind him. Suddenly, the bed shook slightly, and the mattress behind him sank.

Chang Shu came to bed.

"Get up soon, my hands are sore." Chang Shu said softly.

Mu Qingchen turned her head and found that she was holding the half-cut gourd in both hands, both of which were filled with wine. The wine was clear, and a long and lingering aroma of wine wafted out: "I said it, don't drink it."

Chang Shu pursed her lips, her eye circles turned red, her eyes gleaming like weeping.

Only this one made Mu Qingchen's scalp numb, and his heart froze, so he surrendered to her quickly: "Drink, I drink."

She reached out to pick it up, but was blocked by Chang·Ang·Shu's elbow. She was blankly stunned for a moment, then smiled again and took Chang Shu's arm, and took the gourd from her hand.

Chang Shu was angry and funny for a while, her frozen face was already relaxed, she turned her body, and looked at Mu Qingchen affectionately: "This is what you want to drink, don't regret it."

It is rare for Mu Qingchen to be serious, his eyes are bright, his smile is calm, and his whole body is glowing.

She raised her wrist a few inches and rounded Chang Shu's arm: "Drink a cup of wine, and you have to obey me in the future." Chang Shu couldn't help but smile. At this moment, her heart melted.

They entwined their arms tacitly, lifted the squash slightly, and at the same time bowed their heads and took a sip, accidentally knocked each other's foreheads.

"Wait!" Chang Shu called to a halt, raised his eyes to look at Mu Qingchen, and ordered, "Don't swallow."

Mu Qingchen: "?"

"You should answer this palace first. Did you drink this cup of wine with Chang Shu of the Imperial College, or Chang Shu, the princess of Mu Ning?"

On the surface, whether Chang Shu or Chang Shu, they are all the same person, there is no entanglement, the correct answer is ready to come out. But Mu Qingchen didn't know which sutra made the mistake, so he couldn't die... hesitated.

As if being asked, he froze there stupidly. This undoubtedly stepped on Chang Shu's taboo, and reluctantly said: "Quick answer."

Mu Qingchen still had a drink in his mouth, neither vomiting nor swallowing, he snorted indiscriminately.

Looking at this appearance in Chang Shu's eyes, he naturally became angry and aggrieved, and forced Mu Qingchen to spit out the wine.

Mu Qingchen couldn't hold her back, so he had to do as she ordered, and said perfunctorily: "What kind of problem is this..."

Chang Shu didn't want to talk to her too much, retracted his hand, and threw the gourd on the bed. The drink slammed the two prodigal sons, and the red quilt was soaked: "Don't be sloppy!"

Mu Qingchen thickened his face, and smiled as brilliantly as possible: "Why... skip this step for now?"

As soon as she uttered the words, she fell into the pillow as if fleeing, closed her eyes, and made a gesture to sleep. Chang Shu almost didn't tilt her nose with anger, and squeezed out the water with her fist. He glared at her angrily, got up with the gourd, and threw it on the makeup table.

I stood before the case for a while, always feeling unwilling, returned to the edge of the couch and sat down, staring at Mu Qingchen's back in a trance. After struggling for a long time, he still said embarrassedly: "If you don't give an answer, this palace won't I’ll sleep with you..."

Don't even think about the bridal candles, suffocating you bastard. Mu Qingchen scolded her for being naive. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but laugh, and couldn't pretend to sleep anymore. He leaned in her direction and jokingly said: "Then I can go back to the horse mansion."

While talking, she lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. As soon as her feet were on the pedals, Chang Shu grabbed the belt around her waist and made her unable to move.

"If you leave tonight... I wonder how many people are talking about it, where will my palace's face go."

Mu Qingchen shrugged indifferently: "Can't sleep, can't walk... I'm too difficult."

She didn't give Chang Shu a chance to argue, and continued: "You are pretending to be the Lord of the Lord, and you are justified in deceiving me first!"

Chang Shu had a guilty conscience because of this. After she said, the momentum of her body instantly weakened a few points, her shoulders relaxed, and her expression became discouraged.

But he was still talking about the length with Mu Qingchen: "My palace annoys you once, and you annoys my palace once, we are... even."

Mu Qingchen waited for her to say this, nodded hurriedly, then took off his outer shirt, tossing it away, and then untied his waist belt and ties under his armpits.

Chang Shu's breathing was stagnant, and she turned her back in a panic. His knees were brought together because of tension, and his eyes floated, not knowing where to fall.

"You...how do you do!?"

Mu Qingchen answered calmly: "The bridal chamber."

"Who and who are going to have a bridal chamber with you, you didn't even want to understand whether I am Chang Shu or Chang Shu."

"A liar." Chang Shu turned her head, intending to reason with her. Unexpectedly, she was only left with a close-fitting mid laner, and her shiny white collarbone was looming.

Chang Shu was in a mess, covering his eyes without saying a word: "Meng Lang."

Mu Qingchen seemed to make her addicted. He took off her hand abruptly, took the snow-colored silk on the side of the bed and put it in front of her, and said badly: "The maids outside can wait—"

She paused deliberately, with a playful look on Chang Shu's face: "Waiting for you to turn red."

"Mu! Qing! Chen!" Chang Shu's face jumped in his ears, pointing to Mu Qingchen, unable to stop shaking.

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