Yun Qiao glared at Gong Sheng with his big eyes.
Traitor!
Traitor!
I'm so angry that my palace is going to drag you out... cut it!
However, when he met Gong Sheng's eyes that were as calm as water and firm as iron, Yun Qiao knew that this man was determined not to divorce her immediately, no verbal threats would be useful.
You have to take practical action.
Her eyes flashed, and then she thought about it, okay, since he dared to keep her, then she would live there, and when she saw someone’s life was not peaceful, hum!
Anyway, I don’t have any other skills in this palace, the ability to be a demon is the best in the world, and you will be able to suffer by that time!
"Live, live, who is afraid of who!" Yun Qiao got up and waved his sleeve domineeringly.
Gong Sheng's breathing is stagnant!
She was still wearing the palace saint’s bathrobe, not the palace dress she used to wear. With such a wave of sleeves, the collar suddenly opened up a lot, and the white skin was so caught off guard against breaking into her eyes.
Gong Sheng felt that his willpower was once again severely tested!
Fortunately, Yun Qiao reacted quickly this time, and found that something was wrong, so he quickly retracted his arm and clutched his bathrobe!
Oops, the domineering did not become domineering, but leaked sideways!
She murmured angrily: "What kind of torn clothes are these, it's too difficult to wear, and the quality is poor..."
Gong Sheng's voice was a little hoarse: "You don't need to wear it if you don't like it. Give me back my clothes."
Yun Qiao: "Yours? No wonder it's so ugly. The clothes are like a human!"
Gong Sheng: "..."
The woman who acted as a demon actually shook his four-character vocabulary with him.
Yun Qiao continued provocatively: "If you want, then give it back to you, if you dare to pick it up, I dare to pay it back! Do you want to give it back now?"
Seeing Gong Sheng's reaction, she found that this man had a guilty heart, and his eyes were straight, but he didn't dare to do it.
So she was bolder and deliberately provoked.
Gong Sheng's breathing paused, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said quietly: "The white boxer briefs in you are mine. If you want to return it, you will return it to me."
Yun Qiao: "...??!"
what? That piece of white, thin, torn cloth, wrapped around his waist, is also his?
Oh my God, she actually put his clothes in her secret place!
Yun Qiao felt that the whole person was not good, screamed, and rushed back to the small room on the first floor!
Looking at the little woman who jumped away, Gong Sheng sat on the sofa leisurely and took a sip of tea.
The always calm face unexpectedly smiled silently.
Immediately, picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp!
The heat in the throat seemed to have finally been relieved.
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Yun Qiao returned to the room.
He closed the door tightly, leaned against the door with a chair, quickly tore off his bathrobe and boxer briefs, and stepped on his feet angrily: "Men’s stuff, dirty! Dirty, dirty! Stinky!"
Out of a nasty breath, she looked at this small "small bedroom" as narrow as a "cat litter".
A simple bed, a desk, and a small cabinet.
Pushing open the cabinet, there are two simple new sets of clothes, one for men and one for women. This is a guest room, and clothes are naturally prepared for guests.
Yun Qiao couldn't tell the difference between men's and women's styles. She rolled up men's trousers, and tied a bathrobe belt around her waist, as the little trousers worn in the ordinary court dress.
Put the men's long shirts on the outside and wear them as short robes.
As for the dress...
Yun Qiao frowned. What kind of torn clothes were there, there were no sleeves, and a big hole was dug in the back, which really exposed the most important acupuncture points to the enemy. It was a very ugly piece of clothes that she did not rarely wear. .
After dressing up, a tomboy who stole his father's clothes jumped out.