princess poisonous

"What Young Master Mo?" Na Hanjue cast a sideways glance at Shui Qingmo, "Just call him Xiao Mo."

"She dares!"

"She just dares, Ge'er, call, Xiao Mo!"

"Okay," Qingge was showing off Hanjue's face, looked at Shui Qingmo and asked solemnly: "Little Mo, do you think you can bring Huo Yuanhua back to life?"

Shui poured ink to stand up from the chair, and walked around the room.

I was really pissed off by this Na Hanjue!

Qingge is younger than him, and his height is less than his chin, and she actually asked her to call him Xiaomo. If it spreads, where will he put the face of Master Shuida?

It's not such a way to spoil your own woman, is it?

"Na Hanjue, you're ruthless!" Shui Qingmo's finger wished to point to Na Hanjue's nose.

"It's so-so, I haven't asked Ge'er to call you Xiao Momo yet!" Na Hanjue was very proud of Qingge showing off his face like this, and kissed Qingge's face lightly, full of complacency.

"The little man succeeds!" Shui Qingmo was indignant.

"Stop talking nonsense! How many times do you want your sister-in-law to say it? Go and see Huo Yuanhua, if you can't save it, I'll set it on fire again!"

Shui Qingmo is extremely unwilling to listen to Na Hanjue's words, but he is very interested in Huo Yuanhua. At this time, Qingge has put Huo Yuanhua in front of his eyes, and all his attention is attracted by Huo Yuanhua past.

"What do you feed it with?"

"The nutrient solution I gave it." Qingge replied.

"Oh! Idiot." Shui Qingmo sneered.

"Say it again?" Na Hanjue grabbed his neck suddenly.

"I'll say it a hundred times again, you are also idiots!" Shui Qingmo's face flushed, and he still gave him a blank look, "Of course flowers can only live if they are planted in soil, have you ever seen flowers that live in water? ?”

"Jue, don't be like this," Qingge pulled Na Hanjue away, looking at the Huo Yuanhua in Shui Qingmo's hands with a sad face, "But... its roots are gone! At that time, there were two spirit snakes guarding it , we can’t dig it back with roots and stems, so we can only break off the flower stems and bring it back, how can it be planted in the soil without roots?”

Shui Qingmo glanced at her, "You idiots, do you have to have roots when planting flowers? Isn't it possible to live by pressing the stems?"

"Is it okay? Is it really possible?"

Qingge's face was full of joy, while Na Hanjue held her shoulders tightly, and called him through gritted teeth: "Shui-Qing-mo! Can you try to say something to her again?"

"Idiot, idiot, idiot! I just said it, what's the matter?" Shui Qingmo looked furious.

"Ow—beat!" The word squeezed out between the teeth, and Na Hanjue rushed forward.

There was a loud bang in the room, Ying and Ying covered their eyes and did not dare to look, Qingge quickly put Huo Yuanhua into her arms, and hid in the corner for fear of being hurt.

ten minutes later.

"Ouch! Take it easy!"

Shui Qingmo's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating. Ying Yi and Ying Er carefully applied medicine to him, but he couldn't stop crying out for pain. Na Hanjue's attack was unusually ruthless.

Looking at Master Nahan again, holding Qingge in his arms calmly, except that his hair was burned a little ugly, he was still suave and handsome, and his handsomeness remained undiminished.

From childhood to adulthood, Shui Qingmo has always been the defeat of Na Hanjue, but he has always refused to accept this fact. He provokes Na Hanjue every now and then, and the end is more miserable every time.

"How is it? Are you comfortable now?" Na Hanjue raised his eyebrows lazily.