My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 2: Two hundred and fifty-fourth

Chapter 818 2.254 Don't want you

Mo Lin's lips were pressed into a straight line, and she stepped up to pick up the little monk, "I will take you."

"Don't don't don't, you are aggressive, I can't pee at you!" The little bald head kicked his legs and exclaimed angrily.

Molin was amused, "Don't worry, even if you urinate boldly, I'm not interested in watching you."

"I don't want you, I don't want you! I want a female donor, female donor, hum." The little monk cried pitifully, and when he started to break the moon, he was taken aback when he saw this posture.

After splitting his hand, he snatched the little monk from his hand, and gave him a light glance at his lips, "Brilliant, the child is also bullied."

Mo Lin rolled his eyes, "You just came here, I'll leave it to you! Take him to relieve him."

Duanyue looked dumbfounded, looked down at the kicking little monk, and looked at the expressionless Mo Lin. Can this hot potato be returned?

"Female donor." The little monk looked at Duanyue with disgust, "I don't want you! I want a female donor."

"Call my sister." Qiao Mu knocked on his naked forehead anger, and walked outside the door with him.

"Where is the strange little monk from here." Duan Yue silently glanced at the backs of the two who had left, then glanced at Mo Lin, "Hey, when will you return?"

"I won't follow you all the way."

"Why don't you go all the way?" Duan Yue took up his arms and glanced at him, and smiled gleefully, "Qiao Qiao said, let's go together!"

Molin:...

It's upset to see this kid's scream.

After serving the little monk on the other side of Qiao Mu, he carried the child all the way back.

When I passed near the city gate, I happened to see Wen Renning quietly setting up a stall to help people heal.

Wen Renning treated a patient quietly and raised her eyes just to see Qiao Mu passing by. She squeezed her face and turned her eyes away, not very happy to say hello to this person.

"Hey." Qiao Mu carried her bald head and walked to Wenren Ningjing. Kong Roumiao by her side immediately raised her chin like a rooster, with a wary expression of preparation.

"What do you want to do again? We will treat this group of people, so there is no time to take care of you!" Kong Rou said in a lithe manner.

"Here, here you are." The face paralysis was too lazy to deal with Kong Roumiao, and he threw a box of ointment directly in front of Wenren Ningjing.

"Once in the morning and evening, the scars can be removed within a day." After saying that, before Wenren could react quietly, he picked up his little bald head and turned away.

Kong Rou tilted her small face with an annoyance, grabbed a palm-sized ointment, and wanted to throw it away.

"Wait." Wen Ren Ning stopped her quietly, took the ointment box, opened it and sniffed, his face was astonished and inexplicable.

"What's the matter." Kong Roumiao asked curiously.

"The first-class wound medicine~IndoMTL.com~ The smell is more pure than the medicine my master made." Wen Ren quietly raised his hand and touched the shallow marks on his chin subconsciously.

"Impossible." Kong Rou said in a breath, "maybe she moved her hands and feet in this medicine to disfigure you."

Wen Renning shook his head quietly, "She won't."

"Do you know that again?"

"A person so proud of her disdains to do this."

"Female donor, it is a good thing for you to give medicine. If you don't tell others your good intentions, how can some people understand you?" The little monk couldn't help asking.

"Why do I need others to understand."

"Hey, I really worry about you." The little monk sighed gravely.

Qiao Mu couldn't help being a little funny, and raised his hand to touch his bald head, "Go home, go home for the New Year."

(End of this chapter)