My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: The six hundred and twelfth

Chapter 2166 5.612 is worse than one percent of the moon...

"It's impossible in this life!" Qiao Mu's icy eyes fell on Ye Lingmin's face, and he turned around angrily, "You go, don't show up in front of me again in the future."

"Sorry little sister, I also regret it, regret it, regret it..." Ye Lingmin's tears fell one by one.

Seeing Qiao Mu's back to her and no longer speaking, Ye Lingmin drooped his head, dragged his steps, and walked out the door step by step.

"Qiao Qiao." Moline stretched out her hand to squeeze her clenched fingers, gently breaking apart one by one, turning her head to look at the slightly dignified Yang Chen, "Fucking for you? Take it? Wet the cloth."

Fan Chen rolled his eyes at him, reluctantly got up, took a clean veil from his pocket, washed it and took it over.

Moline opened the little guy’s palm, wiped her a few drops of blood, and sighed, "Jojo, I originally wanted to teach you a lesson, but you are really cunning. Look, how can I bear to teach you?"

Qiao Mu sniffed his nose, glanced at him, and said blankly, "What did I do wrong?"

"Hehe." Feng Chen laughed, watching the excitement and said, "You haven't done anything wrong? You ran to Huajie Liuxiang alone to find a man in the middle of the night, it's not bad?"

"Which man am I looking for?" Qiao Mu said with a small expression of "you make up, then you make up".

"Nah? Red orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, what else is there to worry about? Didn't you find it all?"

"You mean green peacocks, Chiyan chickens?" Qiao Mu wrinkled his face, "That restaurant just has a lot of people of all kinds, and the tea is average, and the quality of the food is not very good." /

"Restaurant?" Feng Chen and Mo Lin glanced at each other.

Mo Lin suppressed a smile and asked, "What green peacock chiyan chicken? What did you see?"

"Colorful! Green peacock, Chiyan chicken, yellow damp grass, blue phoenix flower, a bunch of messy colors, it makes eyes hurt."

Two men:...

"Don't you think these people are good-looking?" Feng Chen asked with a pull of his mouth.

Qiao Mu shook his head, "What's so beautiful? A bunch of colors are mixed and unclear! It's not as good as one percent of the moon."

Prince Mo's handsome face with a slight smile froze suddenly.

Originally, he was very contented, but his baby really automatically filtered a group of Yingyingyanyan.

Why is it so special? Every time Qiao Qiao always likes to use Duan Yue as the standard?

For example: What does Jojo think of Yas?

Jojo: I don’t know, one-tenth of the moon looks good!

The servant of Broken Moon is really lingering, so annoying!

Fan Chen blinked and suddenly smiled, "What about me, what about me? Am I good-looking or the broken moon good-looking?"

Qiao Mu glanced at him, then looked at sitting aside, smiled and looked at her relatives, a strong desire to survive inexplicably aroused in his heart, and quickly hugged Moline’s arm and shouted~IndoMTL.com ~My lotus is the best! "

"Puff." Feng Chen laughed, raised his hand to touch the little guy's head, suddenly gestured, and his eyes fell on the palm of her hand, "Jojo, your wound?"

Huh? Miss Joe looked down.

Mo Lin's gaze also fell on the palm of her hand with a few drops of blood.

In the original white and tender hands, there were a few tiny pinches, which were small cuts from the fingertips.

But now it has completely disappeared.

The hands were once again restored to their original incomparable white appearance, and there were no signs of wounds.

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There is a small explosion, and there is a little surprise for Youmu (*^▽^*)

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