"I'm sorry. I slipped my hand."

Gu Bailu blows the hurt hand. Feng Qingtian is a man with high power. It hurts her!

To make a mistake.

"It hurts?" Feng Qingtian grabs her hand and says, "what do you do with your hands when you have nothing to do?"

Gu Bailu is so angry that she wants to fan him out.

Who knows that there is such a great disparity in strength.

Wuwu, there is no spiritual strength to eat.

"They say it's hand slip."

Don't admit that you're hurt when you're angry.

Feng Qingtian rubbed her hand, the flesh and skin of the hand, the palm is red.

His skin will be hurt by gravity. It must be very painful.

"If you want to hit me later, copy me. Don't use your hands foolishly." Feng Qingtian sat down with her and took out a bottle of ointment from her waist to apply medicine to her.

When the cool ointment is applied, the hot pain on the hand disappears for the most part.

Gu Bailu thought that she might be the first person in history to beat herself so badly.

She blushed and coughed softly to ease the embarrassment.

"Who knows you have such a thick skin."

And let her copy the guy?

Is this married man insane.

"Well, tell me why you hit me." Feng Qingtian looked at her and asked earnestly.

"You should fight."

The shopkeeper retreated quietly. He dare not listen to the following words.

Today it is beyond his imagination.

It's a face. It's really a face.

Face has always been the face of people, but also where the blessing lies, so there is always said to hit people not to face.

Especially by women.

But the princess is fierce In the direction of the face that dazzles tens of millions of people, he pulls away.

My hand hurts after smoking!

But I want wanwang to wipe the medicine for her.

He must be hallucinating.

The shopkeeper shook his head and brought two plates of wild duck into the kitchen.

Seeing that he was a vegetable, the cook came up and asked, "what's the matter with the shopkeeper? Isn't the duck king satisfied?"

"The current state of Wang Xi doesn't need ducks Xiaozhu, what would you do if your mother-in-law slapped you in the face? "

"How dare she hit me?" cried Zhu? I'm going to kill her. "

Shopkeeper's eyes light up: "right, that's normal."

"Shopkeeper, why do you ask such a question suddenly? Women can't get used to it. When they get used to it, they have to climb your head."

The shopkeeper sighed, "no wonder you're just a cook, I'm just a shopkeeper."

The king of wanton is the king of wanton. Only he has the courage to get used to women like that.

How dare they, for fear that women will climb their heads and behave wildly once they are used to it, they will never have a place again.

If you are oppressed outside, you can't let the women in your family climb on your head.

That's their only support, their only remaining position.

However, if he is bullied by his own woman again, he is also the king in the highest position. No one dares to disrespect him at all.

The cook is in a fog. The shopkeeper is not sure where he comes from.

”Shopkeeper, what's wrong with you? "

the shopkeeper couldn't help telling him what he had just seen.

The cook looked surprised and turned around and gave it to someone else.

In a short time, it spread all over the tavern as fast as burning forest.

In the elegant room upstairs, Gu Bailu didn't know that she was criticized.

Feng Qingtian sat opposite her and looked at her: "OK, you said I should fight. That fight should be over. Go home."

"No, it's not my home."

Gu Bailu wants to smoke him again. How can he be so shameless.