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The young mistress was about to rip apart the fox spirit!

F * ck!

This was the threat of eating fruit!

Puff! This scene was very festive!

Seeing Xi Yuchen's angry yet helpless expression, Le Duoya couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, the Young Master Xi coldly looked at him and said two words: Contract.

F * ck!

He had no choice but to stop laughing! If he continued to laugh, the Young Master Xi would have an excuse!

Le Duoya cleared her throat, and silently thought in her heart that now that she was Xi Yuchen's concubine, she immediately pulled away Qiao Feifei at lightning speed, and using her unique technique, she pushed Qiao Feifei at least three meters away from her!

Oh, it wasn't that she was jealous, but she was just afraid that she would faint from the scent of that woman's perfume!

She knew that Qiao Feifei was the only daughter of Qiao Family and her mother was also her biological daughter.

But even if you are a public servant, you still can't do this, right?

Why did you dress up like a brothel owner when you were a good little girl! Moreover, did she wear perfume that weighed a Jin, for the sake of smelling good or to cover her body smell?

Duoya was drunk just from looking at them! At the same time, Young Master Xi took the opportunity to pull her into his embrace. Duoya glared at her and asked softly: What are you doing?!

"Save her the trouble of pouncing over again."

Young Master Xi's answer was very reasonable, Le Duoya's face suddenly sank!

Darling, you really know when to stop!

Just as he was about to push him away, Qiao Feifei suddenly walked over angrily with her high heels. Her fingers that were not considered long were about to poke Le Duoya in the face.

"Hey!" Who are you, male granny! Why are you hugging so tightly with my big brother Yuchen? Quick, get up! "

Seeing Le Duoya being so intimate with Xi Yuchen, Qiao Feifei was extremely furious, but she did not know if her voice was like this as a child. When she spoke, she always pinched her throat, and even when she was angry, she was a delicate type, causing goosebumps to form all over her body.

Emma, she seemed to have understood why this man was so anxious to pull her over as a shield. It turns out that the enemy's firepower was too strong, so they had no choice but to seek outside help!

Xi Yuchen winked at her, using his eyes to signal her to quickly take Qiao Feifei away, while Le Duoya silently hit the claw on his waist.

The heck, it's not impossible for her to work, but the problem is that don't randomly eat sister tofu!

But then, Qiao Feifei saw that Le Duoya and Xi Yuchen had been looking at each other, thinking that they were secretly trying to make trouble for him, so they completely ignored him, and immediately became even angrier.

Although she couldn't beat Young Master Xi, but to deal with such a delicate young miss, she would definitely be rich!

She hugged Xi Yuchen, and suddenly dodged to the side. Qiao Feifei did not react, and with a clang, he crashed into the door of the ward.

F * ck, this Miss Le did not seem as inconspicuous as he had imagined! This was enough to clean up Miss Qiao, which almost no one dared to mess with. Ah Bu instantly turned into Le Duoya's brainless fan!

At this time, Le Duoya patted her little heart, and imitated Qiao Feifei's lovely voice from before and purposely said: "Aiya, hubby, who is she? Why are you so unreserved, and want to hug you the moment you get here? "

When Le Duoya called her husband, Qiao Feifei, Ah Bu and Young Master Xi were stunned.

However, Young Master Xi was the first to react.

He glanced at Le Duoya with great approval.

He had chosen the right woman!

Young Master Xi coughed twice, and held her even more tightly. Originally he wanted to show that they were close, but he didn't expect Le Duoya to punch him on the waist.

F * ck!

Xi Yuchen stared at her, but Le Duoya blinked her eyes playfully.

Hehe, didn't I say it already? Before I get her permission, don't think about touching me!

This is called playing hooligan, Young Master Xi you made it now?