When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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You Heng said: "If you really belong to my brother, then my brother shouldn't mind letting you go to me, right?"

Just hearing a "pop", Qian Ling's palm was hanging in the air, trembling slightly.

And You Heng couldn't believe it.

A clear palm print slowly appeared on his cheek, which stood out especially on his handsome face full of sternness.

"……You hit me?"

Qianling swallowed nervously.

If You Heng's previous disrespect was just frivolous and ignorant, then what he said now has exceeded the final bottom line.

He slapped on impulse.

Qian Ling's palms are still numb, and facing the angry eyes of the upper reaches, he is trembling in his heart, but on the surface he is unwilling to bow his head, "Can't you? If you keep talking nonsense, I will still do it."

You Heng sneered nonchalantly, "What did I say wrong?" He lowered his body, pressed against Qian Ling's ear full of malice, and said in a deep voice, "Did I make you mine, or my brother didn't touch it?" past you?"

Qian Ling raised his hand again.

You Heng, who had already taken a hit, grabbed his wrist in an instant. No matter how Qian Ling struggled, the other party grabbed him firmly, and his rough fingertips scratched the inside of Qian Ling's wrist.

The skin on the inside of the wrist was delicate, and it turned red in a few strokes.

Qian Ling said in embarrassment: "Let go of my hand."

"No, what if you want to hit me again?" You Heng leaned closer to his wrist, the tip of his nose was almost touching his palm, and sprayed hot air on his healing wound, "I'm not afraid of you hitting me, I just wait for you Feel free to hit your hand when it’s healed, but now that your hand is hurt again, you have to give me another medicine.”

Qian Ling said: "I don't care about hitting you."

You Heng's words sounded like he was making trouble for no reason, and Qian Ling didn't have a habit of beating people, but those words were too outrageous.

"But I want to call you," You Heng said, "You look so cute when you're angry."

Qian Ling opened her mouth in shock at his words, and for a long time could only say, "You, you bastard!"

His eyes were bright with anger, and the corners of his eyes were also red. He was wronged while beating someone, and he was so delicate that he killed him.

Just looking at it, You Heng couldn't help but want to touch and tease him, but he felt that it was not enough after this step, and wanted to go further, as if something had escaped his control and was heading towards the unknown. running in the direction.

But the only thing he was sure of was that he couldn't bear to let the person in front of him get hurt a little bit.

"Yes, yes, I'm a bastard," You Heng loosened his hand, and his tone became gentle, and he said: "I'm not at Youjia for a few days, someone may find you unhappy, don't listen to them Talk nonsense, find You Yunmu if you have something to do, and write down the name if it really doesn't work. Wait for me to come back and get them."

Qianling: "..."

When he was a child?If someone bullied me, I wrote down my name and sued my parents.

Seeing that he was silent, You Heng thought that he didn't listen to him seriously at all, so he frowned and pinched Qian Ling's earlobe.

"Did you hear that?"

Qian Ling snorted, and couldn't hide the small pride in her expression, and said: "I have been allowed to set off with you to Xue's house to get rid of evil spirits."

"what?"

You Heng suspected that he had heard it wrong, "Say it again, who allowed you to go out?"

"You Yunmu."

"What did the two of you do in there alone? You Yunmu dared to let you and us go to Xue's house. Is his brain broken?" Theory, "Idiot, if something happens to someone, I will explain to my brother."

He hadn't taken two steps when Qianling grabbed his sleeve tightly.

"Don't go, I forced him to agree."

You Heng had a bunch of swear words, and when he turned his head to see Qian Ling's face, it seemed that they were all stuck in his throat, and he couldn't escape a word.

Qian Ling whispered: "Sir and I have made a death contract, and I promised to help him find out the cause of death."——Both things are true, and he is not lying.

"what?"

You Heng's eyes widened, and he forgot to address him for the first time, "What the hell is You Xuan doing? That dead contract—"

He hurriedly checked Qian Ling's body, "Do you feel any discomfort?"

Qian Ling shook her head, "Have you forgotten? I have a jade pendant."

You Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jade pendants can indeed exorcise evil spirits and protect the body, but they can only suppress evil spirits that are not strong enough at this stage. My brother was not easy to deal with when he was alive."

In the past, You Heng didn't bother to take care of these crap things, does it have anything to do with him?

If his brother wanted someone, You Heng would probably be able to send him there.

But now, You Heng glanced at Qian Ling, and said: "I'm afraid it will take time, this thing may not be of much use to him."

Qian Ling said: "Then will you help me?"

You Heng paused for a few seconds, then said, "Yes."

——Hahahahaha I laughed so much!

——Sure enough, are all the siblings fake?After meeting his wife, he drew his sword and faced each other.

——You Hengos: After all, I am the only one left, so can I let you?

——You Xuan, green.

——Too filial piety, too filial piety, the family members are so filial!

……

As an NPC in the dungeon, You Heng naturally couldn't see the various teasing barrages on Qian Linggong's screen.

He said: "Go and pack your things, I'll go find you in a while."

This was a promise for Qian Ling to follow.

Qian Ling nodded, he was not in a hurry to go back to his room, but went back to the study room that You Yunmu took him to today, after thinking about it, he took the diary away.

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After Qian Ling returned to the room, she took down the two suitcases from the closet.

He stuffed the diary to the very bottom.

After estimating the time to leave, he simply packed up a few sets of clothes and went in.

When it was almost cleaned up, there was a knock on the door behind him.

You Heng leaned against the door panel.

"Are you ready? The car is waiting outside."

Qian Ling nodded, he closed the suitcase, and as soon as he picked it up, You Heng snatched it, "Let's go."

Through the winding courtyard, they came to the main entrance of Youjia.

There were several men in blue and white short shirts standing there, and two black cars were parked at the door, which were classic classic cars often seen in movies and TV dramas.

The mainstream means of transportation in this era are still horse-drawn carriages and rickshaws. Bicycles are a very trendy means of transportation, and cars are a luxury that ordinary people can't even touch.

Speaking of which, Qianling has never tried this type of car.

"Hello, Second Young Master You, and hello, Eldest Young Mistress."

Qian Ling's thoughts were interrupted by a row of people standing at the door. They lowered their heads, wore the same clothes, and looked directly at their faces.

Qian Ling replied: "Hello, I kept you waiting for a long time."

You Heng glanced at him.

Qian Ling asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

You Heng didn't answer, but as soon as he raised his hand, someone took the suitcase in his hand.

"Get in the car."

Qianling made a sound.

You Heng opened the car door and got into the car first.

Before getting into the car, the servant placed a small bench in front of Qian Ling, "Be careful."

"Thank you."

Qian Ling supported the man's shoulders, stepped on the small bench, and got into the car.

After the car door was closed, You Heng said calmly: "You are the master of this house, so you don't need to be polite to them, these are what they should do as servants."

"okay."

Even so, Qian Ling didn't think so in his heart.

Everyone has their own personality and dignity. Even if they are paid as servants, it is the result of their hard work, which does not mean that their hard work can be ignored.

Perhaps this is the generation gap of the times.

Qian Ling looked at the people outside the car window and said, "Those people are all wearing the same clothes. Is this the symbol of your family?"

"Well." You Heng said: "On weekdays, we would receive all kinds of commissions, and our family members alone would not be able to handle them, so we took in a group of homeless children. A lifelong contract of prostitution. On weekdays, I help with simple commissions. The blue and white blouse is to distinguish them from ordinary servants."

"Oh."

A dozen or so young men who were traveling with them got into the several carriages behind Qianling and them.

The driver started the car after everyone arrived.

The classic classic cars of this era are still much worse than modern super-comfortable cars, and the driving stability is completely incomparable.

Qian Ling was originally sitting by the car window.

Not long after the car drove out, he couldn't stand it anymore.

It's just a problem with the car, and more importantly, a problem with the road. Almost every time the tires run over a stone, Qianling will react when sitting in the car.

He took a deep breath, and secretly looked at You Heng at the side.

The other party was leaning on the back of the car with his arms folded, squinting his eyes as if taking a nap, his handsome face showed no expression.

Qian Ling pursed her lips and swallowed what she wanted to say.

After all, he was the one who asked to follow, and he had only walked so far, if he complained that he felt uncomfortable, with You Heng's mouth, he probably wouldn't be able to say anything good.

In this way, Qian Ling forcibly endured for twenty minutes.

But after the car drove out of the town on a relatively flat road, it turned into a bumpy and bad road, shaking up and down like sitting on a tractor.

Qian Ling couldn't bear it anymore.

"You Heng..."

His voice was weak, the volume of a kitten's kitten.

As soon as You Heng opened his eyes, he saw Qian Ling's face was pale, his eyelashes were trembling, and his black eyes were covered with a hazy layer of water vapor, fragile and distressing. He clutched his lower abdomen and begged in a low voice: "You Heng, stop."

You Heng immediately asked people to stop the car.

Qianling immediately opened the car door, rushed down, leaned on a tree by the roadside, bent over and retched vigorously.

The discomfort of his stomach churning almost overwhelmed his whole body. He retched his stomach for a long time before he recovered.

Only then did Qian Ling turn his head, and saw You Heng standing behind him with little strength.

He found that You Heng was looking at him with very complicated eyes.

"Feel sorry."

As soon as Qian Ling said it, You Heng said, "Are you pregnant?"

Qianling paused, he suspected that he had heard wrongly, and asked again, "What did you say?"

You Heng said: "Didn't you have morning sickness?"

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