Chapter 42

"Hiss! It hurts Mu Qingge grinned in pain.

Rong Jue looked at her beautiful eyes like clear spring, thin lips pursed.

"Well, you're a cheapskate, nigger," she said. When the pain eased down, she put down her foot and saw him sitting there with a calm mind. His blood was surging up his head. "If I don't knock you unconscious, I won't be mu!"

Smell speech, he unexpectedly opened a mouth, voice lazy ground: "are you sure? Do you think you have the ability to hit me? "

"I'm sure!" Then, she angrily kicked the stool at him!

Such a little girl, hungry even so energetic?

He picked an eyebrow, looking at the stool, his eyes flashed, his legs gently stretched, easily kicked it back.

Mu Qingge, unwilling to be outdone, kicks him again, and he kicks the stool back leisurely.

Then, like two children playing with a ball, they kicked a stool towards each other until the stool was scattered by them, lying on the ground and couldn't kick any more.

"Hoo, I'm so tired..." kicking a stool is not kicking a ball. Mu Qingge doesn't know kung fu. When she kicks around like this, her feet hurt so much that she breathes continuously. The whole person is even more tired and panting on the table.

"I'm so thirsty." Lying on the table, she saw a pot next to her. It was full of tea aroma. She wanted to pour her tea. She was surprised to find that there were no cups around!

She was a little bit collapsed, filming: "still let people live! Why no cup! It's not enough for me to starve. Do you want to starve me? "

Wuwu, hungry, thirsty and tired, why does god treat her like this?!

This time kicking the stool, mu Qingge started with the mentality of revenge and smashing Rong Jue. However, from the beginning to the end, she didn't get any advantage!

And make yourself so tired!

The most irritating thing is that, compared with her, Rong Jue did not even have a disordered breathing. In the process of kicking with her, she could pour herself a cup of tea, sipping tea lazily and comfortably, and staring at her with her lips slightly tilted.

Beauty a smile enough to pour City, however, his smile at the moment in the eyes of Mu Qingge has become a provocation!

Especially at the moment, her eyes looked all over the room, did not find a cup, but he was leisurely holding the cup to drink tea!

She grinds her teeth and looks at the pot of tea. With a flash of inspiration, she reaches for the teapot and drinks it with her mouth!

Who said tea must be drunk by cup!

Hum, he just uses the cup. She drinks all the water in this pot like this. She doesn't believe he can still drink it!

Looking at her drinking tea with teapot and staring at him with big eyes, his eyes couldn't help flashing a smile.

But his smile was so shallow that he couldn't detect it if he didn't look carefully.

Mu Qingge puffed her cheeks and drank most of the tea. When her mouth left the spout, she couldn't help sighing: "Hoo! How cool

Drinking water down, refreshing is enough, but the stomach is more hungry, side eye glimpsed his lips slightly hook staring at her, she gritted her teeth staring at him, "smile what smile! What are you looking at! You want to grab the chopsticks and cups, but you don't leave them to me. You are very proud of bullying a weak woman, aren't you? "

Then I saw some big porcelains behind. With a smile, I lifted one of them without saying a word and threw it at him again!

The sound of smashing porcelain is more than that of kicking a stool. The hidden general jumps away from his eyebrow and enters the room.

As soon as he appeared, Rong Jue glanced at him and lifted his thin lips: "get out."

Will leave frown, not very agree with, "Your Highness, she..."

However, before he finished his words, mu Qingge seized the opportunity for them to talk, picked up a porcelain and threw it at Rong Jue.

"Bold!" When he left, he drank deeply and flashed. On the way, he cut off the porcelain that had been smashed at Rong Jue. After he stood still, his face was dark and he stared at mu Qingge: "Your Highness, I'll throw her to the mass grave!"

No one ever dares to disrespect your highness. However, mu Qingge repeatedly tries to hurt your highness. I can't bear it!

Another mass grave?

Mu Qingge stares and is about to speak. Rong Jue throws the red boomerang to Jiang Li. It's the same two words: "get out!"

"If you let him go out, why take my boomerang?" Mu Qingge doesn't follow, "that's my stuff!"

He said softly, "it's in my hand. It's mine."

"Shit! Are you a robber? " Mu Qingge said to him that he was very angry, "according to you, I am standing in this room now, so is this room mine?"

"I'm afraid not." Rong Jue said: "before you want to take it for yourself, I will throw you out. Of course, if you can get rid of me, it doesn't matter that this room belongs to you. "

Your highness, this is a deliberate provocation... Mu Qingge?

Will have been standing on the side of the silent from listening to the bickering between the two people, eyelids have been jumping, especially after hearing that sentence.

It was the first time that he heard so much from his highness

Originally, he came in because he heard too much noise and was too worried. However, according to the current situation, it seems that his worry is too superfluous. How can he forget that it is impossible for the princess to hurt his highness alone.

In fact, before he came in, he felt very strange that his master could kill mu Qingge with one finger, but she didn't fight back her repeated attacks, and let her attack him again and again!

But after he came in, he seemed to understand a little bit.

Because, it seems that from the beginning to the end, the master is leisurely and leisurely. There is no provocative mu Qingge, which deliberately makes her angry!

However, he still did not understand that his highness was always too lazy to look at others. When did he have such a habit of playing tricks on others?

Without waiting for Jiang Li to understand, Rong Jue glanced at him. His scalp was numb. He knew that he seemed to be a little in the way of his master, and his vision flashed.

After leaving, Rong Jue said: "how? So tired? "

"You're tired!" Mu Qingge refused to admit it at all. Seeing that he was looking at himself leisurely, his posture was incomparably elegant, but he was embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and couldn't help picking up something again and throwing it at him!

Hum!

She hasn't hit him yet. How can she give up?!

Finally, somehow, the situation is getting worse.

First, all the fragile articles in the room were broken, and then the stools were destroyed. Later, everything that could be held was thrown and broken, the bed curtain was torn, and the table was lifted. The movement was very loud.