Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

? He picked up the wine in the glass, put it under his nose and smelled it.

"Mei Ziqing, good wine."

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass and the coldness of his mind.

The little emperor looked at the person with the usual look before him, and finally realized something was wrong.

"you……"

Jun Zui laughed in a low voice, he raised his head and let out a long sigh.

"The emperor, who did you get your poison from?"

The little emperor was startled.

Jun Zui looked at her, obviously smiling, but the look in his eyes made the little emperor in front of him shiver unconsciously.

"Concubine Lin?" He said in a low voice: "Wang Zhangshi? And the **** Li who often goes out of the palace to buy? Right?"

The little emperor stared at him blankly, his blood was about to coagulate.

"you know……"

Jun Zui gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then pinched the back of her neck, pulled her in front of him, and gently kissed her forehead.

"Oh, the emperor wants to kill me, I understand." Prime Minister Jun looked at the emperor in front of him, walked to her, picked her up from her seat, and put her on the stone table: "But the emperor is afraid that he forgot, the Guards ,in my possession."

He knew it from the very beginning when she made those little moves.

The person he loved the most wanted to kill himself. He originally thought that his heart should be hurt, but perhaps it was painful for a long time, and he actually took it for granted.

Jun Zui's hand slowly drew across her cheek, and finally she pinched her chin and kissed it forcefully.

The person in his arms came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to push him away.

Jun Zui took advantage of the situation and pressed her on the table.

Until this time, the little emperor felt that his whole body was soft, and a certain kind of warmth came from the depths of his body.

Below him is a cold stone table, and in front of him is a tough man.

The little emperor, who was gasping by the drug, bit his lip firmly: "What...what did you do to me?"

Hearing her question, Jun Zui smiled: "The emperor didn't want to use poison on me, so the minister used a little trick."

Some unspeakable place is getting hotter and itchy.

The little emperor buckled the stone table under him, waiting for him to bully him and press him up as usual.

The traitor who used to press people under her body to start doing things like clouds and rain is now like a modest gentleman, looking only at the people under her.

The little emperor wanted to get off the stone table and return to his palace to think of a solution. Jun Zui stretched out his hand and pressed her back.

The enthusiasm grew, her complexion flushed and she was dripping with sweat.

The little emperor's consciousness was dizzy, and he couldn't help being tortured by the drugs anymore. He stretched out his hand to relieve himself in front of him, and Jun Zui pressed her hand back with his eyes deep.

The unresolved little emperor struggled, his slender legs were intertwined, and one shoe was kicked off, revealing his shiny toes.

The shell-like toes were also curled up, kicking **** the tabletop.

Drugs are overbearing, her clothes are messy, the cherry mouth opens and closes, and she moans unconsciously.

Jun Zui looked at the person in front of him, and calmly leaned down, pressing her under him.

The delicate body underneath immediately stuck to him, rubbing against him unconsciously.

Jun Zui didn't move, and let her linger, only whispered in her ear: "The emperor Tianwei, how can this be?"

The little emperor was tortured by drugs and couldn't understand what the people in front of him were saying.

She sighed and stretched out her arms around his neck.

Jun Zui was merciless, pressing her back on the table and asking: "The emperor, do you want me to help you?"

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