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He Qianlin looked at the beauty expressionlessly, and said word by word: "I have touched her!"

The beauty covered her mouth and smiled, and said in a cheerful voice: "Yo, I can't see that you are very innocent, and my sister suddenly wants to be your person, so come and touch my sister too!"

As soon as Peony finished speaking, she rolled her eyes, straightened her chest, and rubbed He Qianlin's hand on the curator's body.

"You..." He Qianlin quickly withdrew her hand, and by the way, hugged the curator even tighter, looking at Mudan defensively, a little displeased: "I don't like you".

Mudan was slightly stunned, her lips parted slightly and she looked at He Qianlin in disbelief, and the corners of her slightly raised eyes were replaced with a pitiful expression: "It's okay, anyway, Mudan is the one who is in charge of orders, and if he wants to accept you, Peony doesn't mind." Be small!"

"What is command?" Facing the enemy, He Qianlin did not dare to relax at all. It was necessary to inquire about the enemy's situation.

Peony raised her eyebrows, cast a wink at He Qianlin, and said softly, "Isn't the one in your arms the Si Ming?"

Nonsense, of course she knows that Wang Chunhua is the commander. After all, you have been talking about it for so long, and a spirit body following Wang Chunhua also called Wang Chunhua that way before. She is not deaf, but what she wants to know is what is the commander?Could it be that Wang Chunhua has other names?

"Is Si Ming Chunhua's nickname?" He Qianlin blinked, and deliberately removed the curator's surname, so as to appear more affectionate.

"Master Si Ming really likes the slave family, even the name contains spring!" Mudan's eyes were full of affection, and she silently glanced at the curator who was sleeping in Zhengxiang.

"It's none of your business. Isn't your name Peony? Chunhua's name has nothing to do with your money. Don't try to get close here. Hurry up, or I'll take you!" They didn't even realize that it was the first time they got angry, and they could speak such a long series of words so fluently.

"Yo, consciousness has grown, and temper has also grown?" Mudan smiled enchantingly.

He Qianlin's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she had a bad premonition, what did Peony mean by this?He Qianlin looked directly at Mudan, suppressed the sudden panic in her heart, and said coldly: "What do you mean!

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Peony glanced at the bright eyes, lowered her voice and said with a smile: "Master Si Ming likes big breasts!"

He Qianlin's eyes turned cold, and just when she was about to get angry, she saw Peony's spirit body suddenly disappear. She raised her body and looked around but couldn't find her figure. Damn it, where did that woman go, and she suddenly left some inexplicable words? how?

Both the previous spirit body and this peony were named Lord Wang Chunhua, if you say the word "adult", it should be regarded as a kind of respectful title, is it a superior?Is it like a title like Mr. Curator?Why would a spirit body call Wang Chunhua like this? What is Wang Chunhua?Still human?

And just now that peony said that she has grown consciousness, this sentence is said to herself, can she grow consciousness?Aren't you already conscious?Are you a monster?

He Qianlin suddenly remembered Wang Chunhua checking her chest. Could it be that she is really a monster?He Qianlin ignored the curator who was sleeping soundly in her arms, stretched out her free right hand to lift up her clothes, bit the hem of the corner of the clothes with her mouth, and then reached out to touch the flame imprint on the lower left chest.

Is this flame imprint some kind of seal?Could it be that there is still a monster that I don't know about sleeping in my body?

Just as He Qianlin was deep in thought, the curator who was held in his arms suddenly turned over, and the hot air sprayed on Bei Bui. The startled He Qianlin came back to her senses in an instant, and looked at the curator's red face in a panic. The millimeter gap between his lips and his own bud made him react the most directly in fright.

He Qianlin's strength is great. This point has been said many times, so in a hurry, she didn't save her strength at all. She used her strength to push the curator out of her arms. Seeing Mr. Curator being rolled twice by his own strength, the bed was not wide at all, so when He Qianlin came to her senses, it was too late, only a muffled sound of 'dong' was heard, Mr. Curator Has fallen to the ground, life and death unknown!

"Hiss... ah, it hurts, it hurts!" Wang Chunhua was a little annoyed, what's going on, this is, why did she sleep well, suddenly her head hurts so much, could it be that Lafite's stamina is stronger than Baihuaniang's?

Where's the damn Peony?Seeing that he fell to the ground, shouldn't he come over and help him?Wang Chunhua sat up aggressively, patted the floor, and was about to scold Mudan when she lifted her eyelids and saw the environment in the room, and immediately swallowed all the curse words.

Oh, I'm not in the palace, it seems that Peony won't come in a few days, could it be that I sleep so poorly?Actually rolled out of bed?Wang Chunhua looked up and saw He Qianlin sitting on the bed looking at her in horror, she couldn't help frowning, the headache made Wang Chunhua's temper a little bad, and asked angrily, "What's wrong?"

He Qianlin was taken aback for a moment, but felt her cheeks heat up, what should I say?Could it be that he was frightened by his evil posture of wanting to breastfeed the curator, so he threw the curator off the bed, causing a big blood bag on the curator's forehead?No, although I don't know much about the world, I definitely can't tell the curator about this kind of thing, otherwise, with the narrow-minded temperament of the curator, he will definitely ignore me, so He Qianlin decided to keep silent.

Fortunately, the head curator had a splitting headache. He just felt that he hadn't recovered from the alcohol, and he didn't care about He Qianlin who was sitting on the plate. After falling asleep, she yelled in a daze, "Peony, my head hurts so badly, please rub it for me!"

He Qianlin was originally thinking about all kinds of thoughts on the disc, but was suddenly pulled back by the word peony. She looked at the sleeping curator with a calm face, and saw that the forehead was red and swollen, looking a little scary, and her heart was a little complicated. On the one hand, he wished that he had suffered all these pains for her. On the other hand, when he heard about Mudan, he wished he could wake up the curator and ask, who is Mudan and what is the relationship with you.

Although she had some grudges against Mudan, He Qianlin got up obediently, went to the kitchen and boiled two eggs, and then helped the curator calm down.

Wang Chunhua only felt that the pain on her forehead was getting worse. Just as she wanted to stop it, she felt something hot rolling on her forehead, and the pain eased when she rolled over. She couldn't help but snorted comfortably. You can't let the magical things go away, so you can't help but reach out and grab these magical objects and hold them tightly in your arms. Seeing that the objects in your arms seem to be struggling, your heart is really miraculous, it has become a spirit , so I turned over and pressed him under my body, hmph, I have suppressed you before I sober up.

He Qianlin was a little speechless, but fortunately she twisted quickly, otherwise she would be buried in the curator's chest, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow. After all, after the curator finished drinking, it was very different from the rest of the time, He Qianlin Being pressed down by the curator, he couldn't move, and the curator hummed dissatisfiedly when he moved a little, so he had to lie obediently under the curator's body, only feeling that his body temperature, which had always been a little low, was rising rapidly .

He Qianlin just felt tortured. If she hadn't seen the disc, it would be fine. What she saw and thought of was all the pictures on the disc. The key was that she couldn't move, and He Qianlin was also in a daze after resenting for a long time. fell asleep.

This time I slept in the dark, and I didn't catch up with lunch in the afternoon. I slept until three o'clock in the morning, and then I was awakened by the deafening knock on the door.

Wang Chunhua turned over impatiently, grabbed the quilt and blocked her ears, not wanting to listen to the disturbing noise.

He Qianlin stretched, got up slowly, opened the door, and was dragged outside by Liu Yan. Only then did He Qianlin realize that Mrs. Qin was there, and the drowsy sleepiness disappeared without a trace. Mrs. Qin was crying pitifully with snot and tears, and He Qianlin didn't know what to do.

"I'm hungry." He Qianlin looked at Liu Yan eagerly.

Liu Yan was stunned, then patted the back of He Qianlin's head, and spat: "You unlucky child, why did you look so pale after not eating for a day, you go to the office with Mrs. Qin first, and I'll bring you noodles later!"

He Qianlin rubbed her eyes, walked to the office side by side with Mrs. Qin, washed herself in the sink next to her, and then sat at the desk, looking at Mrs. Qin who was just wiping tears but didn't speak.

Liu Yan also came in with a large bowl of Yangchun noodles, and placed it in front of He Qianlin's table. There was a golden poached egg spread on the surface. He Qianlin tapped the chopsticks lightly, picked up the egg and stuffed it into her mouth.

Liu Yan just felt a little ashamed, and seeing He Qianlin's stuffy mouth, she couldn't help muttering again: "Oh, you child, what's the matter with taking a small bite, and no one is robbing you, girl every family, can you be a lady?" ah!"

Liu Yan saw that He Qianlin was eating noodles on her own, and Mrs. Qin kept wiping away her endless tears. The embarrassing atmosphere might have to be smoothed out by herself, so she cleared her throat and showed a worried expression: " Mrs. Qin, I know you are having a hard time these days. Hey, my condolences are changing. I won’t say much else. It hurts me to see you crying all the time. If there is anything you can’t say to your family, you can feel free to say it , Some suffering accumulated too much will seriously hurt the body!"