Especially when she saw the cunning hidden in Xuanyuan Yu's aggrieved eyes.
How could she forget? He has a golden body, and even five hundred military sticks and sticks can't hurt him at all. It's just a few steps on him, and he will feel pain?
What a scam!
"Xuanyuan Yu, you are going to die!" Ling Luo roared in the street.
When Xuanyuan Yu was yelled at, he immediately made a cute and aggrieved look, flattened his mouth and said, "Madam, you are cruel to me."
After hearing the snickers around her, Ling Luo was so embarrassed that she almost had the urge to commit suicide by drowning herself in the river.
However, at this moment, the laughter in the crowd suddenly stopped, and everyone automatically made way for them.
Ling Luo frowned slightly, looked in the direction of the crowd, and unexpectedly saw Yu Zian, the little bully of the Yu family.
He was holding a beautiful girl in his arms, she was Xunhuan Pavilion's number one girl, Xianger.
Judging from the satisfied and obscene look on Yu Zian's face, he must have been hanging out with the beauty all night and came out to relax early in the morning.
"Hey, aren't these the domineering third young lady of the Ling family and her little beggar husband? Hahaha!" Yu Zian still held a wine bottle in one hand and was talking nonsense drunkenly, "Why, the two of them are in the street.
What a **** performance? Okay! Master Qi, I love watching this kind of fun the most!"
Ling Luo's face turned cold, and even the joking expression on Xuanyuan Yu's face disappeared in an instant, and his eyes became stern.
Enemies meet on a narrow road.
Ling Luo sneered and said: "What do you mean by live ****? The one who really performs live **** is probably you yourself, Mr. Yu Qishao."
Ling Luo's meaningful gaze fell on Yu Zian's slightly wrinkled coat and the half-exposed vagina of the brothel woman in his arms.
Yu Zian seemed to be drunk. He put one hand around the beauty's slender waist, raised and lowered his hand, and said: "Seventh Young Master, it is normal for me to play with women. What man is not romantic? But Miss Ling San, you are different. On the street
Aren't you afraid of being criticized for training men?"
Men are romantic? Women are shameful?
Where does this fallacy come from?
Ling Luo sneered, the world today is really hard to look at.
"What's the excuse? What's the excuse?" Xuanyuan Yu took over Yu Zi'an's words and raised a soft smile on his lips, "I'm just happy to train Luo'er. Our husband and wife love each other, unlike you who can't even be a top-notch person.
No, I’m not afraid of contracting any unclean disease even if I wander around the flower streets and willow alleys all day long.”
He is not afraid of stigma and is willing to be a wife slave, but he just can't stand anyone targeting the woman he likes.
The woman you like?
Xuanyuan's heart skipped a beat, as if he was frightened by his own idea. Could this be the relationship between men and women that the old man said?
However, this strong feeling cannot be false.
That's right, Ling Luo is the woman that Xuanyuan Yu likes.
After thinking about this, Xuanyuan Yu returned to his indifferent smile, and his arms around Ling Luo's shoulders tightened even more.
"Disgrace us men." Yu Zian spat softly, his face full of contempt.
Xuanyuan Yu didn't take it seriously. He raised a dazzling smile on his lips and said loudly: "Shame on you? I'm proud."
His expression of pride as a wife and slave immediately won the favor of the surrounding women.
Whether it was a young woman, a young woman in a boudoir or an old woman with white hair, they all gave Xuanyuan Yu a thumbs up. Some even took the lead in applauding.
Ling Luo's originally extremely angry mood was also extinguished. This scum can really... ugh...
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