Chapter 877：

Chapter 877

What does it mean to drink milk?

He Yunting was taken aback.

The thing was silky and dense just now, and the taste was great. After he drank it into his mouth, he couldn't make it spin around in his mouth, and he swallowed it with a slur.

He thought this thing was the product of milk or other milk processed by Zhao Yi.

Now Zhao Yi suddenly asked him what kind of milk he was, and He Yun Tingji's back was chills.

"What the **** did you let me drink!"

NS!

He Yunting feels a little vomiting, but he doesn’t seem to be able to vomit at all. His body fits the thing very well, and he might be digested.

He can't stand up now. Seeing Zhao Yi standing by the bed and smiling unkindly, He Yunting's lungs will explode. With his big hand swept away, the things on the bedside table jingled on the floor.

The glass that had just drunk milk fell on the floor with a snap, and it became fragments. The milk stains attached to the wall of the cup were suddenly exposed to the air. For a moment, He Yunting felt that the whole room was full of Qiao Yi's taste.

Zhao Yi squatted down, picked up the pieces one by one, smiling deeply: "Don't get angry, this is a major breakthrough in my research.

You see how much you like this taste, I just follow your preference. Since you like Qiao Yi so much, I found you a woman who is 100% similar to her. This thing is her milk. You didn’t drink it yesterday. I'm very happy. Why do I ask her to squeeze your milk into a cup today? You have such a big opinion?

Still saying, if you want the original flavor, then I'll call you—ah, what are you doing! He Yunting, what are you crazy! "

Zhao Yi didn't finish speaking, the whole person was directly pulled on the bed by the furious He Yunting.

He deceived himself, snatched the glass shards in his hand, turned his wrist, and pressed the sharp against his aorta.

"I asked you to treat me, not let you call me a chicken, Zhao Yi, am I too good to you, so good that you forget, this place, who has the final say!"

He Yunting was full of vicious spirit, and the scaly silver lines on the right cheek were looming, and his hateful eyes made no secret of his killing intent at the moment.

"You, you, be careful, don't shake your hands!" Zhao Yi knew that he had made a joke, secretly regretted it, and was about to explain.

Suddenly, a sweet voice came from behind the two, with surprise: "Are you awake?"

After two years of absence, Qiao Yi’s genes continue to mutate. Especially after giving birth, her feminine characteristics have become more and more prominent, and her voice is thinner and brighter than before. At first glance, it is difficult to compare her with her before. The voice of Qiao Yi associates.

He Yunting turned around impatiently, his eyes met, and he heard a heartbeat from his chest.

Today’s Qiao Yi replaced the white long skirt yesterday. That skirt has been completely scrapped. He died under the palm of the barbaric man in front of him. It was really bad when he used it as a rag.

He Ershi asked someone to buy this tender yellow short skirt on her, with a low-cut waist and a low-cut waist. It's not her style at all, it's a bit too lively and playful. She is a young woman who has given birth to children. How can she fit this kind of clothes, especially the clothes are not good for breastfeeding. I just went downstairs to feed the babies. After feeding for a long time, the babies did not After eating two bites, the cry almost lifted the ceiling. (Is it sure that the babies smelled a strange breath from XX, and they cried when they knew someone had eaten their rations?)

(End of this chapter)