Forced by Qi Mo's "obscene power", Red Eagle had to immediately send someone to run back to the town they passed an hour ago. They found eggs and candies all over the streets and ran back again.【】
Fortunately, because they were concerned about Zhong Qingye's physical condition, the group of people protected the carriage and did not move very fast, and finally made it back while they were stationed for a rest.
Qi Mo stepped out of the carriage, looking high-spirited, and carefully picked up a large pile of eggs and candies bought by the man in black.
Because he didn't make it clear which one he wanted, and Hong Ying didn't dare to disturb the prince and princess's alone time for such a trivial matter, he had no choice but to buy a little of each to prevent mistakes.
"What is this?" Qi Mo picked up an egg only the size of two fingers and asked.
The black-clad guard answered honestly: "Little native eggs."
"Then what is this?" Qi Mo asked, pointing to the obviously larger egg on the other side.
“Big free-range eggs.”
"..."
There is a bunch of white things in a small paper bag. "What is this?"
"White sugar."
Another paper package, red particles the size of a fingernail. "Where's this one?"
"brown sugar."
Qi Mo simply took back his hand and said, "Tell me directly, which ones did you buy?"
The black-clad guard answered honestly: "Eggs include small native eggs, large native eggs, bamboo eggs, pheasant eggs, wild eggs and domestic eggs. Sugars include brown sugar, white sugar, brown sugar, rock sugar, soft candy, and hard candy.
And marshmallows.”
Qi Mo lowered his head and held down the "marshmallow" that had melted into the size of his fist. He took it with an expression on his face and stuffed it directly into Hong Ying's mouth. "Your dinner today."
Red Eagle: "..."
According to Qi Mo's instructions, boil the brown sugar in water, then put the large free-range eggs into the brown sugar water and boil them so that the brown sugar water cannot dry out and the eggs are cooked and not cracked.
As a result, a group of black-clad guards who were supposed to kill people with knives were reduced to women boiling eggs...
But Qi Mo never explained what the egg was used for.
Seeing the evil smile that appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently, Hongying decisively gave up the idea of asking.
...Today's prince is very unstable, and only fools would bump into him and become experimental subjects.
While a group of people were busy lighting a fire and shining eggs, Qi Mo nodded with satisfaction, turned around and walked towards the carriage. The little thing hasn't woken up yet.
That's right...he did go a bit too far.
Zhong Qingye was having an inexplicable dream about clubbing with a group of colleagues from the Military Intelligence Department.
Under the colorful lights, the handsome mixed-race bartender's movements are fancy and sophisticated. The colorful drinks slowly form a cocktail under his movements. He inserts thinly sliced lemon slices, puts a wine mat on it, and gently touches the cocktail.
In front of Zhong Qingye, he also gave him a flirtatious look.
Zhong Qingye was very familiar with this routine. While picking up the wine glass, his other hand had already reached up to the bartender's neck, sliding gently, ambiguous and frivolous.
The bartender smiled evilly, leaned over and kissed her earlobe, whispering: "There is someone over there who is always here for you."
Zhong Qingye turned his head inexplicably, but fell into a pair of narrow eyes.
I was holding my breath for a moment, but became increasingly out of breath...
She opened her eyes suddenly and saw a man lying next to her, leaning on her elbow, his eyes narrow and lazy.
"Who are you?" Zhong Qing's mind was still dazed and she didn't react at all.
The man's face changed slightly in an instant, and his dark eyes became darker.
Suddenly, my nose hurt sharply.
Zhong Qingye suddenly woke up, his face turned red with anger, and he almost jumped out of bed: "Qi Mo, you bastard!"
She didn't jump up because her whole body was as soft and sore as if her bones had been torn apart, and a dull tearing pain hit her, instantly reminding her of what had happened before.
Pink clouds of suspicion instantly appeared on his cheeks. Zhong Qingye lifted up the thin quilt wrapped around his body and swept it down. Suddenly, green smoke faintly appeared from the top of his head.
Qi Mo watched her reaction in his eyes, and his heart felt even warmer. Looking at her dull look, he actually felt a little playful.
He deliberately stretched his neck and leaned in front of the thin quilt she had lifted up. When he looked down, the man made a smacking sound in his mouth: "It's really tragic..."
Zhong Qingye's whole body was covered with red "strawberries" planted by Qi Mo, with traces of kisses, licks, and even bites. The more obvious the traces, the whole body was staggered with red and white, mottled.
Refuting is like failed body painting.
"Qi Mo!" Zhong Qingye couldn't bear it anymore. He loosened his grip on the thin quilt, raised his hand and slapped him across the face, making him cry. "Don't push me further!"
He even said sarcastic words..."
The little hand that was waving in the air was grabbed by someone, and he was dragged to his lips for a kiss. Qi Mo smiled like a cat that had stolen something: "Girl, you must not have forgotten how you got this scar on your palm, right?"
In the open palm, from the root of the first finger to the bottom of the palm, there is a long scar. The pink color is not very bright.
Zhong Qingye glared at him angrily. It was not his masterpiece. He just wanted to be tortured and put a lethal mask on his face. It was so bad that she punched her without knowing it when they met for the first time, and she was cut out like this.
A wound.
"You roar so loudly, you don't seem to be very tired..." Qi Mo suddenly changed his tone, moved his eyes down from her face, and smiled weirdly: "If you insist on doing this..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhong Qingye quickly lowered his head, and at a glance he could see the fig leaf covering her body. Because of her movements, her whole body slid down, and most of her red and white breasts were exposed to the air.
Zhong Qingye has a very beautiful figure. She is tall for a woman, and her usual high amount of exercise has created a perfect body. Her hemispherical chest is firm and full, and her waist is so slender that it is not too full.
, the legs are slender and tight, and every inch of the line is full of the charm of fitness, which can easily arouse the passion of men.
When Qi Mo thought that this body would only belong to him forever, he felt indescribable joy and ecstasy. The direct consequence was...
Zhong Qingye slapped him on the chest, and his originally limp body exploded with new strength due to anger and embarrassment. He wrapped the quilt around him and roared so loudly that it was deafening.