Mr. Xing reached out and touched his chin, and actually nodded: "It's indeed rare."
Xiahou Huan'er's heart trembled violently, and she was inexplicably angry. She grabbed his clothes with one hand and glared at him fiercely: "You care about her?"
Seeing the flames in her dark eyes soaring, Mr. Xing reached out to pinch her nose and raised his lips: "Are you jealous?"
Xiahou Huan'er slapped his palm away, feeling a sour taste in her heart. She poked his stiff chest with her fingers and growled: "This is not a matter of jealousy. You can only be mine. Who allows you to covet other women? I
You are not allowed to look at another woman, especially that kind of harm."
Damn, he doesn't allow her to look at other men, and she doesn't allow him to look at other women.
"Little jealous bucket." I'm just jealous when I'm jealous, and I say it so stubbornly and domineeringly.
Just as Xiahou Huan'er was about to say something, a voice suddenly sounded from behind her, telling her to run away: "Master, please don't abandon me."
It turned out that at this moment, Sogying and the Persian cat had already arrived behind her.
Xiahou Huan'er shivered with horror. She turned around majestically, and saw the gauze on her body that could not cover her body at all. It attracted countless lustful eyes. She immediately stepped forward and took it off.
He took off Sogying's coat and put it roughly on her body, saying in a bad tone: "What do you mean by dressing like this? Are you trying to seduce men?"
The woman frowned at her rude action. She opened her sexy and charming blue eyes and said innocently: "They asked me to dress like this."
Xiahou Huan'er was so angry that she almost went crazy: "Damn it, you can wear whatever you want, don't you see how many perverts here want to eat you alive?" After saying that, he turned to Cang Ying, "Didn't I let you wear it?
You get rid of her, why did you bring her here?"
Sogying coughed lightly and said: "The organizer said that the prize will be given out and no return will be allowed. You are her owner and you can do whatever you want with her."
"Master, don't abandon me." The Persian cat woman looked up at her with a pitiful little face.
Xiahou Huan'er was about to cry but couldn't cry: "What can I do if I want you?" It's a hindrance. Who cares about a woman who is more beautiful than herself following him? She has no interest in being a green leaf.
The woman's eyes lit up and she said happily: "I can cook, wash clothes, do housework, and warm the bed."
She is even more shameless than she is. She says the word "warm bed" very loudly in public.
Xiahou Huan'er stared: "Who wants you to warm the bed?"
The woman's face suddenly turned gloomy, and she glanced at Master Xing beside her, and then she became excited again: "You don't need it, or he does."
he?
Xiahou Huan'er followed her line of sight and looked towards Mr. Xing, only to see someone looking up at the sky, seemingly not paying attention to what they were saying.
With a dark face, she stretched out her fingers and pinched his arm hard, and said very unhappy, "She said she wanted to warm your bed."
Mr. Xing slowly withdrew his gaze from afar, fell on her face with hidden anger, and raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this your full-time job? If you want to be lazy, have you asked me?"
"You don't want her to help you warm your bed? Look carefully, she is the kind of beauty that makes men's noses bleed when they see her." If ten men meet her, nine of them will be under her skirt.
He must be the last one, Xiahou Huan'er's heart trembled.
Mr. Xing narrowed his sharp eyes, and his sinister handsome face showed no expression. He just asked coldly: "Really? I can't see anything."
