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Chapter 689

Chapter 689

Jing Ming lowered his head and murmured: "Have you finished practicing?"

Chen Ning raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Why, I still have not finished my wish?"

Jing Ming raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were a little confused, but suddenly said to himself: "Of course I know how to write shame, and I never miss you."

After saying that, she suddenly punched Chen Ning hard on the stomach.

Chen Ning was unprepared and instantly turned pale. He bent down and almost knelt on the ground. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

Jing Ming lowered his head and snorted coldly: "Also, whether I am slutty or not is your business. Take care of yourself. Just wait for me after washing it at night. If you take advantage of it, you will stop talking nonsense. Understand?"

After saying that, she rubbed her fists and turned around and left.

Chen Ning sat on the ground, waiting for the empty people around him. After a while, he suddenly couldn't help laughing softly: "Hahaha..."

He raised his eyes and casually pushed away the fine hair that fell in front of him, revealing a pair of cold pupils and a slightly evil smile, without the usual calm appearance.

It seems that Jing Ming is not completely a fool. He is not familiar with the worldly principles. He clearly knows it in his heart and understands it very well.

But her reaction is completely different from that of ordinary girls.

It is because of my own force that I can live so simple, which is quite enviable.

Chen Ning snorted lightly and stood up slowly while holding the vineyard.

He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his lower abdomen. The hard muscles there hurt when they touched it. He licked the corner of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue: "Tsk, it's quite ruthless."

She said it right, he made a profit.

He always has to find this scene at night, with capital and profit.

......

At night, in the room, Ming Lanruo was writing a letter when he saw Cang Qiao coming back after taking a shower.

She casually folded the letter in her hand and put it aside, took another letter and placed it in front of Cang Qiao: "Look at the new report from the capital."

Cang Qiao took her little movements into her eyes, wiped her hands with a silk squid, and sat down as if she was smiling, and opened the letter casually.

After a moment, he raised his eyes: "Have you made up with your second sister?"

Ming Lanruo took a knife and said while cutting peaches: "It's not considered a matter of being sad. Just let her show her value."

Cang Qiao bent her lips: "You are still soft-hearted."

Minglanruo saw that she accidentally cut a piece of peach with skin and fell down. She picked it up casually and stuffed it into her mouth: "Yes, I'm not ruthless, how could I be bullied by you like this?"

Cang Qiao couldn't see it, and put his long finger into her mouth and buckled out the piece of skin-covered peach meat: "How old are you? Why are you stuffed like a child in your mouth?"

There are peach hairs on the peach skin.

Ming Lanruo raised his eyebrows and bit his tender white fingertips like a scallion: "In the five years of being banned, I have eaten more things worse than this."

What is peaches with skin? They are so pretentious.

Cang Qiao paused, and the slight pain sensation of her fingertips spread to the bottom of her heart along her wrist.

He lowered his phoenix eyes: "Ruoruo, are you still blaming my uncle?"

He asked this sentence as a relative.

Ming Lanruo looked at his slightly pale face, let go of his lips, lay on the table, raised his eyes and looked at him lazily: "I won't be angry if my uncle peels peaches for me."

This sentence was replied by her as the little girl sitting on his lap back then.

I don't know if this master is really sentimental or afraid that she will bring up old accounts, so he will do what she looks like now, tsk...

But she did take his trick.

Cang Qiao paused, picked up the peach that had been shaved by her, smiled and started to peel it finely.

"What do you think, this person who was carefully raised by the prince."

He chopped the peaches into a white jade plate, and the clear peach juice dripped down his green onion fingertips.

Ming Lanruo was a little fascinated by her eyes. She liked his hands, which were slender and white, with delicate joints, and a little pink on the joints.

She likes the way she cuts fruits with an exploiting knife.

"I don't think much about it. I can't think of anyone else who can pose a great threat to me." Ming Lanruo lazily supported his forehead and looked at his hand dyed with peach juice.

Every time he practices a little thin cocoon, he has to soak it in warm milk, honey and rose juice to nourish his hands, remove the thin cocoon, and then apply white jade fat to maintain it.

On weekdays, I pay more attention to the cleaning of my hands than anyone else, and I always wear gloves to keep my hands sensitive and delicate.

Over time, his hands are much more beautiful than ordinary women.

However, that was to control the precise feel of various weapons when killing people, so he would take care of these hands so carefully.

Of course, because of this, she herself has experienced the ultimate touch of these beautiful and dangerous hands.
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