The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 269 Don't get your hands dirty
After drinking two glasses of water, Tong Sanlang's complexion returned to normal, and the discomfort on his body also disappeared.

Seeing this, Qiao Mai, who had been staring at his face, let out a sigh of relief.

Tong Sanlang didn't know what Qiao Maimai was thinking, he returned the cup to Qiaomai, and looked down at the wound on her thigh.

He didn't lick it in vain, just with the effort of these two cups of water, the scar that was horrible just now had scabbed over, and the skin and flesh that had been opened had healed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Qiao Mai shook his head.

"I'll bandage it for you, you're just pretending these days." He stood up as he spoke, and went to look for the medicine box again.

But this time he moved much calmer, not as anxious as before.

Looking at his broad back, Qiao Mai also got a glass of water and drank it in small sips.

Of course, she avoided the place that Tong Sanlang used just now.

Tong Sanlang quickly came back with a clean silk cloth, saw Qiao Xiaomai drinking from a cup, and touched his nose uncomfortably.

He bent down, knowing that the pain was gone, but looking at the long blood scab, he subconsciously relaxed his movements.

Qiao Mai looked at his profile, and suddenly asked, "That day, Mrs. Sun was going to take off your pants in public in order to kiss you. Did you want to kill her at that time?"

When Tong Sanlang heard this, his hands froze.

This is so embarrassing that he now wants to find a cloth to cover his face.

"I don't want to." He tried his best to maintain a calm face, not to let the embarrassment in his heart show.

"Why not?" Qiao Maimai asked.

"At the time, I wished I could slap her to death, but afterward I calmed down and felt that she was not guilty of death." Tong Sanlang replied honestly.

"Have you ever killed someone?" Qiao Xiaomai asked again.

"No. Although I am the young master of Tingfeng Pavilion, I only took the position this year, and I have never been on a mission before."

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai put the cup back into the space, with a faint smile on her face, "Then you don't want to kill Mrs. Sun."

Tong Sanlang looked up at her when he heard the words, "What if the emperor is the same as Cen Hongping? Let's kill her to avoid future troubles."

"Don't let her cheap life get your hands dirty."

"She doesn't deserve it."

When Tong Sanlang heard this, he couldn't help but glanced at her again.

She stared at him with her moist and clear eyes, her eyes were red.

He lowered his head again, "I wish I could do something for you."

"You're helping me right now."

Instead of letting Tong Sanlang kill people, she would rather pinch her nose and temporarily recognize Sun's rat shit.

Such a young man, how could she have the heart to let his hands be stained with blood.

"Listen to me, Mrs. Sun has been arrogant and arrogant for decades. If she dies easily, it would be too cheap for her. Let her live in pain and hardship, so that I can relieve my anger, understand?"

Tong Sanlang remained silent, he tied up the wound carefully, and then stained the silk with the blood around the wound, making the silk stained with blood.

That way you won't be suspicious.

"Remember what I said?" Qiao Xiaomai frowned slightly.

Tong Sanlang sat down on the small bed, "You hate her very much."

"That's why I'm going to torture her every day, die easily, it's too cheap for her." Qiao Xiaomai said, raised her hand and grabbed Tong Sanlang's shoulder, her face was tense, her eyes looked directly into his, and she seriously warned, " Don't kill her, understand?"

Tong Sanlang looked at her with a calm expression, "I don't care."

"But I have something to say, torturing her is my pleasure, don't deprive me of my pleasure." Qiao Xiaomai deliberately showed anger on her face.

"Then how are you going to torture her?"

"The more she cares about something, the more she will step on it, such as Sun Junyan."

　A happy death is too cheap for Mrs. Sun!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)