The daily life of the old man's favorite wife

Chapter 8 Whichever hand touches her, that hand will be crippled for me!

As soon as Leng Luke came in, Gu Moming noticed her first.

There is a faint fragrance on her body, even in this study room full of tea fragrance, he can clearly smell the unique smell on her body.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of him. The milky white color was really suitable for her. It made her already fair and tender skin even more fair and supple, making people want to take a bite.

Her hairline has a beautiful point, and the shape of her small face is a standard heart-shaped face, which is very similar to the red heart-shaped mole at the corner of her eye.

Seeing this mole, Gu Moming suddenly thought of her sister Leng Xunmeng.

The man's face suddenly darkened, his icy eyes stared quietly at Leng Luke's body, and the cold aura suddenly seemed to condense in her whole body.

Leng Luke shivered suddenly, the tea overflowed and splashed on a fat man sitting beside him.

"sorry Sorry."

She hurriedly apologized, her face flustered and she wanted to wipe the man with a tissue, but the man suddenly grabbed her hand and touched it twice intentionally or unintentionally.

The more she tried to pull away, the tighter the fat man's grip was, and he said in a tone that only he and she could hear, "Little beauty, how boring is it to be a maid in this castle? Why don't you go back with the master, and you will be popular." I drink spicy ones."

When Leng Luke heard it, his eyes immediately turned red.

Here, she was not only bullied by that demon Gu Moming, but also insulted by his subordinates.

Tears gathered in her eyes and splattered on the fat, greasy hand that held her hand.

The fat man thought she had been wronged in the ancient castle, and he was overjoyed that this juicy little beauty was about to get his hands.

"I will take you out later, I will love you very much..."

He wanted to say something more, but he heard a cold and quiet voice floating over like a ghost, "Mr. Wang, you call yourself a master here, so what am I?"

Leng Luke broke free from Mr. Wang, ran to the side, and wiped the backs of his hands on the apron vigorously several times.

Hearing Gu Moming's words, Mr. Wang's face turned pale as paper, sweat overflowed from his forehead, and he said tremblingly, "Gu...Gu Ye, with...with you here, how dare I..."

"Oh? You mean I just misheard?"

Gu Moming just stared at him with one Mo Mou, and within a second, he was already dripping with sweat.

Everyone also looked at Mr. Wang in uproar, it's really daring to tease his maid under Gu Ye's nose.

Mo Shan stood aside, also mourning for him.

Then, I saw Gu Moming throwing a stack of documents in his hands on the ground, his face sank to the bottom of the sea, and his voice sounded faintly as if from hell, "Mo Shan, take him down and hand him over to Steward Gu, which hand touched her, Give me which hand to use!"

"Yes!"

Mo Shan complied, and someone dragged Mr. Wang away.

Mr. Wang struggled, "Please spare my life, Lord Gu! Lord..."

The sound gradually disappeared, and the study was suddenly quiet, so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly.

Gu Moming glanced coldly at Leng Luke, "You, the hand he touched, wash me a hundred times, not even one less time!"

An unquestionable order.

"Yes……"

Leng Luke lowered her head, covered the redness of her eyes and the shock and fear in her heart, and hurried down to wash her hands.

One hundred times, one less time will not work...

Before washing halfway, her hand was already flushed, and there was a faint tingling on the skin.

(End of this chapter)