Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 120 Fuck and Feed the Dog ([-])
"Who said that this king wants to sleep in your bed?" Qiao Yurong retorted: "This king just wants to test whether you have broken sleeves. Seeing that you are beautiful and delicious, I just don't want to waste resources. Besides, how ugly is this king?"

Han Qing smiled indifferently: "The one who is not as good as this king is ugly!"

Qiao Yurong choked, feeling pain in her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, and said loudly: "This king is not as good as you, this king is obviously equal to you, you are lying, shameless!"

With Lun's appearance, he can be regarded as a first-class person, although he can't win against Han Qing, each has his own merits, and he is not as good as him there.

Han Qing's brows and eyes were slightly faint, and there was a trace of sarcasm: "My son knows that you have no face and no skin, but I didn't expect that you didn't know yourself. You touch your heart. Did you create the people in the Northland by yourself? Are you here?" Touching your face? Do you understand etiquette, justice, integrity and shame? Who is shameless, a man who is so frivolous in broad daylight? Just shamelessly calling yourself beautiful? In my heart, the wild flowers on the roadside are prettier than you."

Qiao Yurong's face turned blue with anger, she didn't expect that Han Qing had the potential to have a poisonous tongue, these condemning and contemptuous words made the ashamed Zhu Yurong seem worthless, and only his face was a little bit brilliant.

"Brother Han, why are you taunting me like this?" Qiao Yurong couldn't tolerate being belittled by Han Qing, and countered, "Didn't you enjoy it just now when this king treated you lightly? Besides, you also took the initiative, which shows that this king is so belittled." The appearance is still very attractive, otherwise, how could you touch me?"

Han Qing's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Regardless of being shameless, in the whole world, under the blue sky, and in the vicissitudes of life, there is no one in front of him who amazes him as much as the acme of perfection.

Qiao Yurong saw that Han Qing's expression was not good, and was afraid that he would be angry. The food behind the refugees had not been found, so Qiao Yurong hurriedly coaxed: "Well, this king is shameless, this king is wrong, this king should not belittle Brother Han."

Han Qing's complexion improved a bit, he is considered sensible!

But immediately, Qiao Yurong said again: "But brother Han, you have said that you are so handsome and handsome, and this king is not as good as you. If this king is confused by you for a while, if the time comes and he can't help being frivolous with you, you But you must reject this king, otherwise this king will be crowned as shameless again, this king is a prince after all, and he has to be shameless."

What you love and what I wish, what you say is shameless, so it is pedantic to say that the ancients.

Han Qing's face turned darker.

He didn't want to say those words just now, but every time he met this Qiao Yurong, every time his bottom line was touched, not only did he not have the calm and self-control in the past, but he was actually conniving.

He was clearly annoyed that he had nothing to do with Qiao Yurong, so he vented his anger on Qiao Yurong, and now he was being slapped by Qiao Yurong, so angry that his liver was shaking.

"My lord is tired." Han Qing looked indifferent, feeling powerless in his heart: "My lord will take my leave first."

Saying that, Han Qing was about to shake Qiao Yurongrong's hand and leave.

Qiao Yurong clenched it tightly, but didn't relax at all, showing a flattering smile. The mist in the forest formed a fine frost and covered Qiao Yurong's jade skin, like the sparkling crystals of the sun reflecting off the stream, with a hint of The haze of the halo, coupled with the perfect curve of her chin, is like a painting of a beauty chuckling, which is unrealistically beautiful, and said: "This king is hungry, brother Han, you can't let this king go out hungry." Bar?"

Han Qing's gaze on Qiao Yurong's face only paused for a moment, then he moved away calmly, closed his eyes, and opened his eyes: "Hmph, don't you have anything to eat in the Zhenbei Palace? What are you doing here? ?”

　I feel like I didn't write these two well, I have a headache!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)