The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 220 Counsel, You Are Dead

Tang Nineteen laughed tenderly: "My lord, maybe it's really greasy, I can't eat it anymore."

"Then, another one? Or should we talk about business first?"

Tang Nineteen blushed, lowered his head shyly, and Yuan Mengfang, who looked so irritating, almost couldn't hold back.

"You, you are so beautiful, more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen."

"My lord." Tang Nineteen lowered his head coquettishly.

Yuan Mengfang took this as a signal of seduction, couldn't bear it any longer, and hugged Tang Nineteen: "You are so beautiful, I will be responsible for you, just say what you want."

As he spoke, he began to pull Tang Nineteen's belt.

Tang Nineteen twitched for a while, and Yuan Mengfang was so horny that he hugged Tang Nineteen and walked to the bed.

Tang Nineteen shyly raised his hand and pushed his chest, Yuan Mengfang smiled lewdly: "I can't tell, I still have a lot of strength."

"Young master, don't worry, I'm still feeling uncomfortable, can you listen to me and finish my business?"

The beauty begged so much, and she didn't seem to be too resistant to going to bed. Yuan Mengfang knew that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so he reluctantly held back: "Well, you are so beautiful, I couldn't control myself, did I scare you?"

"No, it's better to be a son than to be sold into a brothel by my father."

"What?" Yuan Mengfang was filled with righteous indignation, "Your father dared to do such a thing, see if I don't deal with him."

Tang Nineteen hurriedly took Yuan Mengfang's hand, and said softly: "He is my father after all. My family is in trouble. I wanted to go to the opera troupe to make a living, but I didn't expect to meet young master. Thank you, young master, for caring about me so much. Otherwise, we would Sit on the bed, put down the curtains and chat slowly, okay?"

It doesn't get any better than this.

Yuan Mengfang couldn't wait to kick off his shoes and get on the bed.

Tang Nineteen covered his nose, and quickly let go, but Yuan Mengfang understood what the beauty meant, and was a little embarrassed: "I have a bad beriberi, and I'm smoking you?"

"I'm sorry, son, I can't stand the smell a little bit, can I, can I move your shoes to the window?"

"Okay, it's okay, don't apologize to me."

Tang Nineteen got out of bed, turned his head and smiled softly at Yuan Mengfang, and walked to the table with Yuan Mengfang's shoes.

"what happened?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just wanted to take some melon seeds to the bed by the way, in case my story would be boring and the young master would fall asleep listening to it."

As he said that, taking advantage of Yuan Mengfang's inattention, he pinched a handkerchief, quietly put the purple sand gourd pot in the handkerchief, and stuffed it into his shoes.

Then he took a plate of melon seeds, went to the window and put the shoes on the window sill, then twisted Xiaoman's waist and returned to the bed.

Then, Tang Nineteen started the long road of crying.

This process lasted for an hour.

During this period, Yuan Mengfang was restless, and Tang Nineteen wanted to kill her in every way.

That tragic story was told from the age of three to ten, and when she was six years old, she suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly and burst into tears. After a while, she pushed her away, and continued to eat melon seeds and tell stories. It took an hour to tell the story until she was ten years old. Yuan Mengfang finally lost her patience.

He showed his true colors, this woman, he didn't come to listen to the story, he came to sleep with her.

Since she took the initiative to climb into his bed, then she will slowly tell those bullshit stories in bed later.

Almost the moment Yuan Mengfang rushed over, someone on the street shouted: "It's on fire, it's on fire, everyone run away."

Outside the guest room, the door was also slapped: "Guest officer, guest officer, it's on fire, run, run."

Yuan Mengfang regretted his life very much. In the face of life and death, he couldn't care less about that matter, so he put on his pants and got out of bed.

When he ran to the door and opened it, Xiao Er hurriedly urged: "Guest officer, it's on fire, run away!"

Yuan Mengfang stepped out of the room only to find that his shoes were not on, so he hurried back to the window, picked up the shoes, and ran downstairs with Xiao Er, completely forgetting that there was a beauty on the bed.

Tang Nineteen looked at his embarrassed back, with a mocking sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Counter, you are dead."

(End of this chapter)