Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1740 Wen Rong cares about appearance+
Wen Rong leaned back on the chair casually, tilted his head slightly, looked over with beautiful eyebrows, and pursed his lips tightly, looking angry at first glance.

Lie Jiuqing walked in hesitantly, Wen Rong's eyes darkened, and she quickly ran up to him.

"The dishes I cook are obviously the dishes you like to eat, so why are they all leftovers when they arrive at your place?"

Wen Rong casually took her into his arms, "I only left for a while, and you were so anxious to enter the palace that you really want to leave me?"

"..."

When Wen Rong is angry, don't be reasonable, just follow it.

Lie Jiuqing leaned in his arms obediently, "Your Majesty summons me, I must go, but I am definitely not willing to go."

"The food is ready."

Wen Rong was very concerned about this matter and was in a bad mood. He looked at her with complaining eyes, which made Lie Jiuqing's heart melt.

"My thousand-year-old master, I swear, when I made it, I was worried that you would be hungry."

She hurried back in a hurry, just because she was afraid that he wouldn't eat well.

"The mouth of the holy lady, I really can't say... well..."

Lie Jiuqing held Wen Rong's face and kissed her, "Then shut up, or I'll bite you."

"Heh... the saintly lady knows how to bully others..."

Wen Rong teased her chin, and Lie Jiuqing said angrily, "Don't make trouble."

"No trouble, how do you want to praise the slave, the saint? Huh?" Wen Rong said, unbuttoning her clothes, "accompany the slave."

After the meal, Lie Jiuqing was extremely tired.

Wen Rong slowly put on her robe and watched with a smile as she lay weakly on the soft couch.

"Where can I go from here? The Holy Lady can't do it?"

Lie Jiuqing no longer had the strength to speak. Hearing him teasing her, she struggled to kick him with her legs. As soon as she lifted up, she was caught by the wrist.

The next moment, when she turned around, her legs were folded in front of her.

Lie Jiuqing's face turned red, "Wen Rong!"

"Who wants you to tease me?" There were circles of lust in Wen Rong's eyes. Lie Jiuqing grabbed the pillow to cover his face angrily, "I didn't, I... I can't... I haven't recovered yet. …”

She kicked it and said, "Bring it here quickly, don't torment me."

"The Holy Lady is very angry, what's wrong with her?"

Wen Rong's smile became more and more unrestrained, which made Lie Jiuqing's ears feel hot, "I can't spoil you."

"It's too late, I've been spoiled by you." Wen Rong kissed her ear gently, "In a few days, when you feel better, we can continue, and I will spare you."

Lie Jiuqing slowly revealed a pair of red eyes.

Wen Rong smiled and rubbed her head, "Do you want to drink sugar water?"

"drink."

Within a moment, Wen Rong brought it. After one sip, his hoarse throat was much better.

Lie Jiuqing pulled down his robe to block his overly attractive body.

Wen Rong held her chin up nonchalantly and watched her move her eyes away with a smile.

"Are you embarrassed to look at your husband?"

"It's a bit embarrassing to look at a husband who is so good-looking."

Wen Rong's lips froze and she slowly sat upright, "If it doesn't look good, you won't watch it?"

"If it were you, I'd never get tired of watching it." Lie Jiuqing was too obsessed with Wen Rong to the core. She didn't know how to get into it. All she wanted was him.

In any body, if the soul is him, he is Wen Rong.

Lie Jiuqing came over sensitively, looked at his dimmed eyes, raised his head and kissed him.

The tips of Wen Rong's ears turned red, "Be honest."

"Not honest."

Lie Jiuqing discovered more than once that Wen Rong cared too much about appearance. Is the secret he was hiding related to appearance?

(End of this chapter)