Wife is too incompetent

Chapter 82

"Your clothes are off!"

"You're sweating!"

"You bent your back!"

"you……"

"are you mad at me!"

The eyebrows that had returned to their original positions became inner horoscopes again, and they ran up to Mo Baiyu, stopped him in big characters, and said, "Why didn't you react at all?"

Like his old friends, as long as they hear him talking nonsense to himself, they will directly slap him with a pot cover, so as to save him from being embarrassing in front of others, but the stamina of the people in front of him is not enough. great, huh?So long-winded that he himself felt parched and wanted to drink dew to relieve the fire, but he didn't bring any reflections to him?
Frown and you will die, brat!

Mo Baiyu blinked, "Huh?" How would he react?Just now he was thinking about what his wife was doing, and he didn't pay attention to what the people behind him were doing.

"What did my uncle say in the last sentence?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched in a very unrefined manner, this brat seemed to regard him as air!Don't play like this!A hundred years is very lonely, and I need to find someone to entertain the few remaining dark days.

"Little Mo'er, don't run around casually? The lady will be worried?" Jun Yichen, who is familiar with the layout of Tianruo Palace, was ordered to come out to look for his family members who haven't returned to the nest for a long time, but who is the person in front of him?

"Little Mo'er, is your relative?" She raised her eyebrows and squinted, and there was nothing imaginable except for the similarity of that white hair.But as long as he has a chance, he can't help but catch Mo Baiyu for entertainment, and really wants to see if other colors can appear on his coffin face.

Mo Baiyu doesn't seem to reject this endearing title, because she gave it to him, and his family members can call him that.

Walking up to the Peach Blossom Demon, he said, "I can't beat this man." So I had to take it back to my wife to beat him.

Jun Yichen patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Just leave this kind of rough work to Xiao Qin..."

The bright peach red charm blinded the eyes of the old man Xianhe, and he saw the man covering his eyes and shouting sadly: "Oh my god! Whose baby is this? How can he be dressed like this?" Virtue!" Look at the exposed butterfly bone, look at the red marks on the butterfly bone that have been stared at by mosquitoes!
Hearing this, Jun Yichen, who thought his temper had changed a bit, grabbed his sleeves and said, "It seems good to do rough work once in a while?" What's wrong with his clothes?Their wife is so cute!

After resting for a long time, the body is easy to get moldy. Only by exercising more can he cling to the one he loves more softly.

"Oh! Look at the virtues of this man and woman! Oh, my God!" Continue to howl, purely looking for trouble. Ignore his uncle!
"Oh my god? It turns out that the gate of hell doesn't only open in July, it's still alive in broad daylight! How can you draw conclusions on my man?" Gong Ruoyue heard someone say this to her at the corner far away. Zhenbao's comments made her very upset!

Spraying venom on the person who covered his face without saying a word, bullying her man, what a disability!

"Hey! How can a yellow-haired girl dare to bark at me!"

As soon as he heard someone swearing, his uncle became excited, as if he had a few bad friends by his side!They're all a group of people who don't feel comfortable if you don't scold them!
"Old man, please look clearly. I have 3000 million black silk on my head, and I wear auspicious cloud shoes. I open my eyes full of wisdom to look at your flour-pasted hair. I have to admire you for being unparalleled in the world. Brazen." With a sneer, he has a childlike face?Who is this man?
Pointing at his face, the old man Xianhe said in an awesome voice: "My uncle is so low-key that you, a yellow-haired girl, can see that he is unparalleled in the world, haha! It seems that my magnificent temperament is still pervasive and radiant! Yes, look, look! Can you see the wrinkles on my uncle's face! Old man? You are only an aunt! Look at your scary scars..."

He suddenly stopped talking, stared in astonishment, pulled Gong Ruoyue's wrist at a lightning speed, pointed her pulse with his middle finger before she could react, and jumped angrily after a while , "My handsome and suave apprentice, the jade tree is facing the wind, there is no one before or after, and the handsome apprentice who can't beat eight poles, so it is you?"

At this moment, he was about to cry without tears, and fell down on the ground in shock, covered his face weakly, and muttered to himself like a lunatic: "Why, why is it a woman, or a woman with scars on her face?" , I think back when my uncle bravely ventured into the rivers and lakes..."

Chirp, chirp, chirp...

Chirp, chirp, chirp...

Gong Ruoyue couldn't bear the blue tendon spokes, took a deep breath and kicked people away, and the people trapped in their own world slowly sank into the pond, Gong Ruoyue sneered, it seemed that the four Heart Sutras were the annoying ghost in front of her So created, dare to patriarchal in front of her?hum...

Seeing this, Jun Yichen and Mo Baiyu exchanged glances, each of them grabbed her arm, and each of them softly comforted each other, "Don't be angry, don't be angry... If you are so angry, who will let us raise the baby!"

"Well, don't be angry."

A kiss here, a kiss over there, so enjoyable!

The originally gloomy mood gradually recovered, and he took them away from the murder scene with satisfied lips. It was nothing to offend her, but to offend her precious man. toilet paper!

It made him so heartbroken that he hugged her thigh and wept in mourning and shouted that he was guilty!
Arriving at the Jiuchi Garden with a somewhat depressed mood, she always thought that the Jiuchi Garden was the most beautiful place in Tianruo Palace. The small ponds were like glass mirrors of different colors, reflecting the sky very dazzlingly!

With a bad complexion, she walked up to the drowsy Lian Qi, and poked her forehead. The greasy touch made her frown, and she stretched out her index finger to wipe off the little Mo'er who had already taken out the silk handkerchief, muttering unhappily : "Why is it so oily? I don't know if gold is also so oily?"

"Gold, no way, his skin seems to be pretty good." Jun Yichen, who took good care of himself, said with a smile, knowing that she was already playing the idea of ​​the gold and silver gambling house, otherwise he wouldn't have said it casually that person's name.

(End of this chapter)