Dressed as a petite jerk

Just as he was thinking about where to strike the knife, the door was pushed open by Luo Qingci with a "bang".

Seeing her flustered look in the mirror, he smiled.

But this smile has an evil feeling.

"Mo Jiuqin! What do you want to do? Put down the knife!"

Mo Jiuqin turned around and tore off the collar of the women's dress: "I was just thinking, you carved a name for me with a knife last time, it looks very nice, but it's hidden inside, so no one else can see it and don't know me tied to you."

"Otherwise... When I shave my face to perfection, I'll engrave your name on it!"

"Nonsense!" Luo Qingci rushed forward and snatched the knife from his hand: "I'll engrave you, it's a gift for you, and it's for you to read alone, but you still want others to read it? Don't you cherish my gift?"

"This..." Mo Jiuqin frowned, "I didn't..."

"There's nothing there. Didn't you all say that you want to do this?" Luo Qingci threw the fruit knife away, saw the whip hanging in the open wardrobe, and took it over. It fell on Mo Jiuqin: "If you don't listen to your wife, and don't cherish the love your wife gave you, you should hit me!"

The strength is neither light nor heavy, so that it won't hurt the President too much, but it can make the President feel a little pain.

A certain kind of excitement suddenly appeared in Mr. President's overly beautiful eyes.

"If beating me can make my wife care more about me, then please wife... hit me as much as you want!"

He made a trip to the bed behind him, and put on whatever posture you want me to do.

Luo Qingci's hands trembled in anger.

This man is really the most excessive one!

——Finding out that she put medicine in the dishes, which could make his legs move for a while, he just used his legs without hesitation.

Isn't he afraid that if he uses it too much, even she can't be cured?

——Obviously he was angry because he thought too much, but now it seems that she bullied him.

——But he still enjoys this kind of bullying!

"It's nothing to beat you, I will teach you a good lesson today, and I will never get used to your bad temper!"

Luo Qing said angrily: "Mo Jiuqin! You bastard, you know your legs hurt after standing for a long time, so you're still lying down, right?"

"Don't lie down, turn over for me, lie on your stomach!"

Mo Jiuqin was stunned for a moment, but immediately followed suit.

As soon as he lay down, Luo Qingci's whip fell on his ass bone.

This is a very provocative way for a man.

After all, a tiger's ass bone can't even be touched, let alone the extremely proud Mo Jiuqin.

But at this moment, Mo Jiuqin was "sick".

Such humiliation and pain made him even more excited...

"Good fight! I'm selfish and small-minded, so I should be taught a lesson!"

"Keep fighting!"

"I also know that you are small-minded." Luo Qingci was about to laugh angrily, and gave him another slap in the face.

Mr. President: "Excellent! Hit well! Hit harder!"

"Wife, you can hit me anyway, but remember, you can only hit me. If you dare to hit other men, I won't let you go..."

"Come! Come again!!"

"Okay, I'll just beat you," Luo Qing said, "Those dregs, those dirty things are not worthy of me beating them myself!"

"In a few days, I'll finish them all, leaving only you, a bastard who deserves to be beaten..."