Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

The servant led the two of them to the front yard in a hurry, and before they entered the yard, they heard the horrific howls, mixed with the crackling of whips.

Listening to it makes people frown unconsciously and show sympathy.

He walked into the courtyard with his heart in his hands and saw a woman who was very beautiful, but her actions were full of toughness.

Presumably, the person who can whip Patriarch Jin with a whip must be Mrs. Jin.

Dong Zhao and Ye Qiao glanced at each other.

The little servant on the side said anxiously: "Dong Xianjun, please persuade me quickly, if you continue to fight like this, the Patriarch will be beaten to death!"

Dong Zhao stepped forward at his request.

Shout out "Stop"...

Mrs. Jin heard the sound, and the whip that she was about to raise stopped in mid-air. Seeing that it was him, she gave Jin Geyao a hard look, and retracted the whip unwillingly.

"Dong Xianjun..."

"Tell Dong Xianjun to watch the joke."

Dong Zhao glanced at Patriarch Jin who was beaten into a mess.

"Those who don't know think that the one lying under Mrs. Jin's feet is some kind of blood-feuding enemy, and he strikes so hard?"

Mrs. Jin turned her face away in embarrassment.

"Madam Jin doesn't have the slightest intention of holding back her hands in such a beating. Could it be that she doesn't like Patriarch Jin? If you don't like Patriarch Jin, you can separate and live in your own way. Why are you so cruel and merciless?"

Mrs. Jin glanced at Patriarch Jin who sneaked up behind Ye Qiao at some point.

Patriarch Jin's nose was bruised and his face was bruised from the beating, and his body was covered in welts. He hid behind him tremblingly.

After a long time, Mrs. Jin finally opened her mouth and said: "It's not that I don't like him, but I think he doesn't love me enough and he can't talk!"

"That time I asked him, why did you choose me when so many girls with good looks, talent and family background liked you?"

"How did he answer! He said that his brain was flooded, his heart was blinded by lard, and he was blind, so he married me in a muddleheaded way! Can I not be angry?"

Dong Zhao looked back at Jin Geyao who looked scared, pursed his lips and said, "It's a shame..."

"It's right to beat him to vent his anger, but you don't have to be rewarded with a violent beating every day. No matter how good your body is, I can't bear it. I saw that Mrs. Jin beat him just now. Now, since you don't want him to live, don't Please trouble Mrs. Jin to do it, why don't I stab him to death with a sword for you."

As he said that, he pulled out the saber in the hand of the servant next to him, held the sword and stabbed straight at Jin Geyao.

Ye Qiao was taken aback by his actions.

The sharp sword tip pierced towards Jin Geyao's neck like the wind, and was about to seal his throat with a sword. Mrs. Jin suddenly ran over, hugged the frightened Jin Patriarch, who was shattered from liver and gallbladder, and blocked it with her body. Before the tip of the sword.

Jin Geyao looked shocked. He never thought that his wife, who was always abusive to him, would stand up in a critical moment and protect him even at the expense of her own life.

At that moment, Jin Geyao's heart trembled violently, and his whole body froze in Mrs. Jin's arms.

Mrs. Jin hugged him tightly, her eyes were tightly closed, but after waiting for a long time, the cold sword that should have been inserted into her chest was still silent.

He opened his trembling eyes in fear.

Dong Zhao put away his sword a long time ago, and looked at the couple indifferently.

"Madam Jin likes Patriarch Jin very much. When danger comes, she doesn't hesitate to block the sword with her body. If she likes him so much, why must she beat him?"

Mrs. Jin lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Aggrieved and sad: "I like him, but he doesn't like me."

As soon as the words fell, Jin Geyao hugged her into his arms, and the husband and wife burst into tears, "Why don't you like you! Why would you marry you if you don't like you? You always ask me tricky questions, ask me I was flustered, and I was just complaining and deliberately ignoring you, and the person in my heart is always you."

Mrs. Jin listened to his confession from the bottom of her heart, hugged him tightly and said, "I will never hit you again, and I like you very much, my husband—"

As they spoke, the two embraced and kissed affectionately.

Seeing this, Dong Zhao and Ye Qiao smiled knowingly, turned around and were about to leave.

Mrs. Jin and Patriarch Jin quickly stood up and chased after them.

The husband and wife had smiles on their faces, and clasped their fingers together, "It is thanks to Dong Xianjun that the barrier between my husband and wife can be resolved."

"I wonder when we will see Dong Xianjun again after this farewell?"

Dong Zhaodao: "We should see you again at the Fairy Fighting Conference in three days."

Speaking of which, Dong Zhao also took Ye Qiao's hand silently, and with a wave of his sleeve, he performed a royal movement technique and disappeared into the yard in an instant.

Dong Zhao bought two snacks on the way.

Just after returning to Bihaikongqiong, Ye Qiao, looking at the stack of folded papers, wanted to run away from home.

Dong Zhao seemed to see through his heart, opened the dim sum one by one and placed them on the stone table, and made a pot of good tea and put it aside.

He took his hand and brought him to the stone table.

"Master is sitting here eating snacks and drinking tea, let me do those."

Ye Qiao frowned, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Okay——"

He sat in front of the stone table, filling his mouth with a piece of snack from time to time, eating with a smile like a flower, his eyes fell on his busy figure.

Dong Zhao's work efficiency has always been very good, and within a short while, more than half of the papers were lost.

His earnest manner is very attractive, sometimes Ye Qiao looks at him so obsessively that he holds up the snacks for a long time and forgets to put them in his mouth. It was only when Dong Zhao asked him "Is the snacks good?" did he come back to his senses , said with a smile "very appetizing".

The snacks were finished, and the tea was almost finished, Ye Qiao propped his chin with one hand, leisurely looking at the busy and sweaty apprentice.

"How could Azhao be so good that he could become a murderous villain without blinking an eye?"

Even though he watched the ending from the concubine, he still couldn't believe it. Now he wondered if the concubine had lied to him, and he had suffered from "smashing tongue nails" in vain.

He waved at Dong Zhao, "Ah Zhao, come and have a rest."

Dong Zhao walked over after reading the folded paper in his hand.

In front of him was the tea that had been prepared a long time ago. Dong Zhao raised it and drank it all in one gulp. As soon as he put down Ye Qiao, he filled it up again.

Jie Shi Ye Qiao brought a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake to his mouth.

Aww, it's really sweet and toothless.

He took a sip of tea and said, "Nothing important, most of them are invitation letters from the Xiandou Conference."

Ye Qiao nodded slightly.

Dong Zhao looked at him affectionately, as if there was nothing else in his eyes, he waved like him.

"Yuan... come here, sit here."

Dong Zhao said and patted his thigh.

Ye Qiao's fair face suddenly seemed to have been covered with powder, and her heart was beating thumpingly.

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Dong Zhao grabbed his hand and pulled him over. Ye Qiao lost his balance and fell into the broad chest, sitting directly between his legs.

Dong Zhao hugged his waist tightly, looking at the person in his arms like pearls and jade, he wished to give him all of his tenderness.

"Yuan, let's get married."