Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 109

"I'll wait for you..." Shang Mo suddenly realized. She was absent-minded at the time, and she always felt that there was a vague sentence that seemed to be there, but she couldn't hear it clearly. The original appearance was restored in her mind.

The sinister man in red walked past her nonchalantly, and the magnetic and hoarse murmur was faintly heard in the wind. She once thought that she just heard it wrong. How could that big bastard with a bad stomach use such a tone? Say something like that!
"Oops!" Shang Mo blurted out, she forgot, she completely forgot about Ming Qihan's appointment with her!It's rare for that guy to say something so seriously. It must be a very important thing. It's no wonder he didn't trouble her when he saw her!
Hearing Shang Mo's exclamation, the expression on her face was ever-changing, as if she suddenly remembered something, Meng Lingkuang was slightly taken aback, and then smiled softly: "Go, I'm tired too."

Shang Mo raised her head in embarrassment and reluctance, her hands were tightly wrapped around Meng Lingkang's waist, her head was pressed against his chest, and she could still feel it through two layers of cold clothes. Brother Lingkuang's steady and rhythmic heartbeat, she raised her head, just about to say that she would not leave, but what caught her eyes was Meng Lingkuang's gentle smile, but deep down in her eyes was the tiredness that made her feel heartbroken, Zhang Opening her mouth, Shang Mo still quietly hid the layer of distressed emotions, she smiled playfully, moved closer to the pink lips with lightning speed, and quickly pecked on Meng Ling's ecstatically beautiful lips After a while, before Meng Lingkuang could react, she blushed and quickly jumped out of Meng Lingkuang's arms. Before she could stand still, she ran out: "This is the birthday present that Mo'er wanted!"

Looking at Shang Mo's back as if he had done something bad and ran away, Meng Lingkuang obviously didn't expect Shang Mo to make such a bold move. Seeing that Shang Mo, who was not afraid of anything, ran away afterwards until he was completely Shang Mo's figure was no longer visible, so Meng Lingkuang finally slowly retracted his gaze from where she was running away...

The soft touch on her lips was still there, and her breath with an elegant fragrance, Meng Ling was stunned, his eyes as deep as a pool of water slowly overflowed with deep tenderness, and his hoarse voice seemed to catch a breath. Like a layer of mysterious magic, it can instantly make the three-foot-frozen sky full of green grass and flowers: "This girl..."

After a pause, he didn't know what words to use to describe Shang Mo, and in the end it all boiled down to a moment of silent tenderness.

The imperial capital of Han Kingdom, Yipinxuan.

Looking up at the more and more full half moon hanging in the night sky, Ming Qihan leaned lazily on the window sill. He was sitting on this window a few feet above the ground, with his back leaning against the window sill and his feet arched. He stepped up and stepped on the window sill, and the other foot hung down casually, hanging in the air a few feet high. He rested one hand casually on the arched knee, and the other hand seemed to be simply Playing with a white porcelain wine glass.

He said it was a joke, because the wine glass was already empty, and he didn't seem to want to drink a few more sips of those boring drinks, but just sat lazily by the window, his eyes were blurred, and there was a raging evil spirit in his laziness. , with tangled black hair, arrogant and sexy, his clothes were a little messy, and the milky white moonlight poured down from the sky, as if covering his body with a layer of white tulle.

This scene is dreamy and blurred.

In the Yipin elegant room, there is a complete set of wine and dishes, the candles are flickering, the lights are bright, and the taste of the decoration is excellent.

Seeing that the tenth day of the seventh lunar month is about to pass, Ying was so anxious that he was sweating coldly. He was guarding outside Yipinxuan, and from time to time he would look anxiously at the empty street, anxious and worried, Miss Shang, little ancestor Ah, you must never fail to show up, the master believes that since you have promised, you will definitely come to the appointment...

It is true that the emperor is not in a hurry to kill the eunuch, the closer to the end of the day, the more cold sweat Ying is breaking out, and he is so anxious that he almost wants to dig out the woman who dared to break the promise, and then bind it into meat dumplings Throw it in front of the master.

But looking at Ming Qihan, time passed by bit by bit, but his expression was as relaxed and lazy as before, as if he was not in a hurry.

Above Handu, a white figure flew across the eaves like a ghost, rushing towards one direction.

In the middle of the night, a woman who was too hot to sleep got up from the bed and opened the window to ventilate. Suddenly, she saw a white shadow flashing across the eaves opposite.

Shang Mo galloped all the way, and the clothes that were soaked in the cold air in the ice cellar were also dried by the wind blowing in front of him at an exceeding speed.

Finally arrived at Yipinxuan, Shang Mo directly aimed at one of the brightest rooms and leaped over, with a swift momentum, he was about to break through the window, and it was only after he approached that he could see clearly that there was actually... There was a flaming figure sitting lazily, Shang Mo was stunned for a moment, and in this gap of daze, the handsome face that happened to be looking at her with a smile that was not a smile was impressively clear, Shang Mo suddenly came back to his senses, just now Get ready to spin your luck...

As early as when Shang Mo was far away, Ming Qihan noticed the figure rushing forward, his lazy eyes narrowed, and the sexy thin lips slowly turned upwards, evoking a touch of With an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, he casually folded his hands around his chest, turned his face to face Shang Mo's beautiful eyes that suddenly froze with a deep smile, and saw that Shang Mo was about to rush towards him However, Ming Qihan was still sitting calmly and maintaining his original posture, with no intention of avoiding it at all.

A whistle full of ridicule sounded, and Ming Qihan, the big bastard, was smirking at her with a meaningful smirk. Shang Mo originally raised his body, but was irritated by Ming Qihan's sudden and arrogant whistle. The foot suddenly missed the leverage point, and the whole person almost fell down in embarrassment.

At this moment, Ming Qihan stretched out his hand to grab Shang Mo's wrist with quick eyesight, dangerously hanging Shang Mo outside Yipinxuan, while he himself was still sitting calmly in his original position, just leaning over Leaning down, he intentionally brought that sinister face closer to Shang Mo's smoldering little face, and his tone was full of ridicule: "Yo, I'm really surprised, the little lecherous thief won't steal my personal belongings this time, change it." It's just like a tiger jumping a dragon."

"You—" Shang Mo stared back angrily. With her ability, it was obvious that she would jump up directly, but that damned big whore was clearly looking for trouble for her, so he held her back. The hand on her wrist was so hard that she couldn't break free at all, otherwise she would be in a mess. She, Shang Mo, didn't want to cause trouble for herself, no matter how many emperors Dahan doted on folk girls at night A messy scandal came out: "You don't want to let go, big whore!"

(End of this chapter)