The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 839

Even though the two of them had made it to the last step, Jiang Cha would still die of embarrassment if he was spanked by someone other than Concubine Ning.

She jumped down from the stove, covered her rights, gave Murong Ying a fierce look, and started the preparations with a smirk.

When the summer meeting was held in the palace yesterday, Murong Ying was invigilating the exams in the Gongyuan, so he was not blessed to enjoy everything yesterday. Originally, Murong Ying felt that he had missed the whole world, but today it seems that he was unable to attend yesterday because of today's Welfare.

Which is more important, the summer meeting or the summer meeting?
Ha ha, of course it is the latter.

Murong Ying was very obedient when Jiang Cha started, and didn't disturb her, but just stood aside and watched seriously.

Seeing the almost transparent thing swaying in a wooden basin, Murong Ying asked in surprise, "What is this?"

He curiously poked it up with his clean fingers, um... this familiar feel...

Jiang Cha blinked her starry eyes and asked, "How is it, how does it feel?"

Murong Ying paused for a moment, seeing Chacha's impatient expression, then looking down stiffly, the roots of his ears gradually turned red.

Jiang Cha was tinkering with the crushed ice in her hand, and she didn't hear Murong Ying's voice for a long time. She couldn't help but looked at her suspiciously. During this time, Murong Ying stared blankly at her somewhere, her ears flushed with embarrassment...

She recalled the question she asked Murong Ying just now... How is it, what does it feel like?
What kind of texture can ice powder feel... But when Jiang Cha followed Murong Ying's gaze to her chest, she suddenly understood what Murong Ying was thinking!
Hey, hey, she just asked a very simple question, what the hell is this guy's head full of yellow paint, is this really okay?I'm afraid I won't be able to look directly at ice powder again...

Jiang Cha puffed up her cheeks and turned herself around.

Murong Ying couldn't see it anymore, so he naturally came back to his senses. After he looked at the things in the wooden basin again, his mind was still full of the color he wanted.

"Dead Murong Ying, smelly Murong Ying..." Jiang Cha muttered secretly in his heart while cutting the crushed ice.

No way, she didn't dare to scold in person, because she believed too much that Murong Ying would really do that kind of thing here to punish her.

Aren't all male protagonists like this in Overbearing CEO novels?

Woman, you are playing with fire...

Involuntarily, Jiang Cha thought of a line with sound in her mind, and after substituting this line into what Murong Ying said, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

But in the next second, the blade mercilessly cut Jiang Cha's finger...

"hiss……"

Jiang Cha withdrew her hand in pain, and dazzling bright red immediately gushed out from her slender and fair fingertips.

"Chacha!" When Murong Ying saw that Jiang Cha's finger was injured, he was anxious to stop it.

Murong Ying carefully took Jiang Cha's other hand, and carefully let the flowing water flow over Jiang Cha's injured wound. After the blood was gradually washed away by the water source, Murong Ying gave Jiang Cha's injured finger contained in the mouth.

Ginger tea: "!!!"

Suddenly, a terrible numbness surged up all over his body, and the pain on his fingertips was instantly abandoned by the pain sensation given by his brain.

When Murong Ying had his mouth in his mouth, the tip of his tongue would inadvertently sweep it away, and Jiang Cha's legs could not help but go back when he stood up.

(End of this chapter)