Pampered Darling: 99 Yuan Sweet Wife

   This is the first time Lan Qiongqiong has stepped into the Quan family courtyard. She was so nervous from beginning to end that she silently followed Su Qingqing with her head down, her palms sweating.

   "Little Madam, you are..." Fussen had never seen Lan Qiongqiong and was a little surprised.

  Su Qingqing took Lan Qiongqiong's hand and instructed Fu Sen, "Please prepare a room for her to stay."

   After a pause, she felt that it was very necessary to prove her identity for Lan Qiongqiong, and said in a low voice, "This is the younger sister of the second master and I. I will call her Miss in the future."

  Fussen was stunned for a while, then nodded respectfully, "Okay, little lady."

  Lan Qiongqiong recovered from the shock, her heart was beating so fast, it took a lot of effort to regain her composure, and she thanked Su Qingqing.

   "Sister-in-law, thank you for today's affairs, but I'll just go back to Zijin Garden alone."

   She is just a little girl that Quan Moting keeps outside. Quan's family is high, not someone with a low status like her can enter. Lan Qiongqiong doesn't want to harm Quan Moting because of herself.

  Su Qingqing took her to a guest room and sat on the big soft bed with both hands on her shoulders.

   Then, she squatted in front of Lan Qiongqiong and said earnestly, "Why didn't you tell us about the school? If it wasn't for being caught by the teacher this time, Jian Chen told them all, how long would you let them bully you?"

  Lan Qiongqiong opened her eyes wide, looked at her watery, and pouted.

   "Sister-in-law, don't you want to ask... Are Jian Chen and I..."

   "What is it, what is it not."

  Su Qingqing is not a stubborn parent, she understands when a minor child is a teenager.

With a sigh, after asking for a long time without asking why, Su Qingqing simply stopped asking, "Tomorrow I will go to school in person and take a long vacation for you, then you don't have to go to school, just wait. Take the high school entrance exam."

  Lan Qiongqiong: "…"

   "The college entrance examination is approaching, I will arrange for a tutor to come to my house, and I will send you to the examination room during the examination."

   During this time, Su Qingqing hoped that she could review her studies with peace of mind and not be influenced by the outside world.

   Lan Qiongqiong lowered her head and was silent for a while, and finally nodded in agreement with Su Qingqing's decision, not happy or unhappy.

   After leaving the room, Su Qingqing went downstairs and asked Fussen to prepare some food to deliver.

   At this moment, the horn of a car rang outside, Su Qingqing frowned, and watched Quan Moting walk in with Song Yuban's support.

  Besides, followed by a woman with short hair in a red suit.

   She threw her heart on Quan Moting's body, and put her whole body on it in front of Su Qingqing, seeing Su Qingqing's anger.

   "Hu... Madam, you're still not sleeping so late."

  Song Yu was startled, and he caught Su Qingqing's sharp and cannibalizing gaze, and decisively patted off the woman's hand that fell on Quan Moting's chest.

   He laughed dryly and hurriedly explained, "Madam, things are not what you think, this is our company's newly hired marketing director, Ai Lan."

  The woman called Ai Lan, with a palm-sized melon-seed face, is not a top-notch appearance, but she is also a beauty embryo, with a less heroic look between her brows, and she took the initiative to extend her hand.

   "Ailan, first meeting, please take care of me."

  Su Qingqing's cold eyes swept lightly towards his palm, there was nothing, but the diameter passed her side.

   "What the **** is going on, you don't even persuade him when you are by his side."

  Su Qingqing took the stance of being the hostess, and in front of Song Yu, she reached out and slapped Quan Moting's handsome face twice.

   "Get up by yourself, don't stay here, go back to your room."

   She clapped her hand twice, and Quan Moting's fair cheeks turned a lot red.

  Ailan couldn't stand it anymore, pursed his lips and said coldly, "He's already drunk like this. As his wife, shouldn't he take good care of him?"

  Su Qingqing raised her eyelids, a cold light flashed, and she raised the corners of her lips coldly in mockery.

   "Director Alan, I don't need to explain anything to you about how I take care of my husband."

   Ailan blushed and was full of anger. Before her visit, she had imagined what the woman Quan Moting liked would look like.

   I guessed, gentle and virtuous, smart and courageous, and even a dignified and elegant aristocratic lady.

   But the woman in front of her not only lacked the slightest tenderness, let alone dignified and elegant, she was simply a rude and rude wild girl.

   How can such a worthless woman be worthy of the second master?

  Su Qingqing snorted coldly, using her toes to figure out how Ailan would evaluate herself.

   But she doesn't care.

   "Song Yu." Su Qingqing came in a cold voice, revealing absolute majesty.

   "It's getting late, you can send Director Alan back, it's not easy for others to work hard."

  Song Yu was not stupid, he heard the intention of his wife, and immediately made a gesture of invitation.

   "Director Alan, this way please."

   The host had clearly ordered the expulsion of the guests. Ailan couldn't be more upset, and he couldn't have been unhappy with Su Qingqing at this juncture.

As soon as the person in the way left, Su Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, squinted her eyes, and slammed her fist into the man's chest.

   "It's almost done, everyone is gone, stop pretending."

   Her punch was so powerful that the man who had been slumped on the sofa with his eyes closed suddenly groaned in pain.

   Quan Moting gritted his teeth, rubbed the place where he was hit, and blinked weakly.

   "Qingqing~ it hurts."

  's soft and magnetic voice revealed a soul-sucking magic power. When it was poured into Su Qingqing's ears, her ears were all red.

   "Ma'am, I have a headache. It hurts here too. If you don't believe me, touch it."

  The man's large hands with thin calluses wrapped Su Qingqing's white and tender paws, as if a current of electricity ran through Su Qingqing's limbs.

  Su Qingqing's face as white as jade glowed with a faint pink halo.

   "Quan Moting, you, don't be a rascal, let go!"

   The man pulled hard, and the woman's delicate body was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

   With Su Qingqing's exclamation, the two were embracing each other in the posture of a woman on top of a man.

   While Su Qingqing was absent-minded, the man pinched her chin, and his thin lips quickly pressed down.

   "Woooooo... Quan Mo, Quan Moting, get out of here!"

  The man used an absolutely domineering offensive to pry open Su Qingqing's teeth, swept away her sweetness, and robbed her of her breath. The slightest ambiguous strength was intertwined and intertwined with the faint aroma of wine.

  Su Qingqing's resistance was fruitless, from the initial struggle, to gradually quietly nesting in the man's arms.

  His kiss was like a storm at first, which caught Su Qingqing by surprise.

   But now, he kisses her lips extremely tenderly, as if the care of a treasure is pulling Su Qingqing's heart.

   Quan Moting felt that the woman in his arms was becoming more and more submissive, and the ignorant and hot kiss, like a spark ignited a prairie fire, was burning more and more uncontrollably.

   With Su Qingqing's emotional babble, Quan Moting's big hand unwittingly opened the zipper on the woman's waist, and the whole room leaked out.