Chapter 213: Could this dead man be able to read minds
"Ah?" Yunzhu looked at Cuizhu, and Cuizhu looked at Yunzhu, not knowing what she was talking about.
I have to find a way. I must not let Sima Xuanyuan know that I am the concubine of this Persian cat. What should I do? Qian Duoduo slaps his thigh. Huh! There is no other way. In order to prevent Sima Xuanyuan from misunderstanding, I will bear it and beg that damned person.
Huangpu Aotian!
Time: night
Qian Duoduo sat in the room with his mouth smacked, depressed, and shouted to Cuizhu: "Hey, Cuizhu, go and find out for me which woman the Persian cat is sleeping with tonight?"
After a while, Yunzhu came back from inquiring outside the house and reported: "Your Majesty, the little eunuch who just stopped working said that the prince will go to Zhang Meiren's place today!"
Beauty Zhang, Qian Duoduo touched his chin and slapped the table: "I really can't sit still, no, I'm going to find that bastard Persian cat now!"
After saying that, she strode to Zhang Meiren's bedroom. The two little eunuchs on duty at the door were leaning against the door and falling asleep. She tiptoed and walked in through the door.
In the room, Huangpu Aotian was reading the memorial with his head down, and Zhang Meiren beside him couldn't help it. Her pair of jade hands slowly penetrated into his clothes from behind, her red lips lay beside his ears, and she exhaled like orchid: "
Prince, it's late at night, so stop reviewing memorials and take care of yourself.
Zhang Meiren's fingertips rubbed back and forth on Huangpu Aotian's strong chest, and her provocative tongue kissed his earlobe. In such a sultry scene, Huangpu Aotian still sat there as steady as a rock, still facing
He looked through the memorial without changing his expression.
Qian Duoduo happened to walk into the house. He held the door open and looked inside, almost spitting out a nosebleed. Huangpu Aotian was half naked from the waist up. The woman behind him was teasing him back and forth, but there was still no response.
Oh my god, is this Persian cat impotent? Such a beautiful woman doesn’t even react at all behind her. Is she actually a man?
"Hey, poor Zhang Meiren!" Qian Duoduo sighed secretly, and almost hit the ground with a flutter of the flower plate next to the door frame. She quickly stepped forward to catch it, and put it back down in a cold sweat. When she turned her head, she found
Both of them stared at her.
Zhang Meiren stared at Qian Duoduo with wide eyes and shouted: "You, why did you come to my room? You are so bold that you broke into the prince's resting place without authorization. What crime do you deserve!"
"Haha!" Qian Duoduo grinned awkwardly: "Well, well, I'm looking for a Persian cat. It's not that I'm in a hurry to find the prince, so I came here!"
"Looking for me?" Huangpu Aotian stared at Qian Duoduo for a few days without any intention of blaming him. He put down the twists in his hands, stood up and pulled up his clothes, walked over slowly, and asked with a cold face:
"It's so late, what's going on?"
Qian Duoduo turned his head and smiled at Zhang Meiren, grabbed Huangpu Aotian's lapel and pulled him in front of him: "You damn Persian cat, what kind of canonization ceremony are you doing, and you are telling the world that you did it on purpose!
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Huangpu Aotian sneered in a low voice: "Why, are you scared and want to beg me?"
Qian Duoduo's face suddenly pulled into a frown. Could this damn man be able to read my mind and know what I'm thinking?
"I, I..." Qian Duoduo was really ready to beg him, but the word "begging" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.