Bone Painting Coroner

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Xiao Xiang Gong?

Vegetarian?

Ji Yunshu made sure that he had heard it correctly, his body tightened, he glanced at him, turned his head, and freed his jaw from his fingertips.

But Jing Rong's hand on her shoulder was tighter, and the smile on his face was more evil.

Gazing into her eyes, she asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Xianggong, could I be wrong?"

"..." speechless.

"Good boy, you can't touch it."

"..."

Her mouth twitched.

The girls were surprised to see him hugging each other intimately, and then listening to the words, they gently pressed the veil against the tip of their nose, revealing a pair of disgusting eyebrows.

It turns out that these two men have broken sleeves!

"It's disgusting, since I'm not here for fun, what are we doing here?"

"It's a pity to see these two sons looking handsome."

"That is, if it is not something wrong in your heart, it is a treasure."

"How can all the beautiful men in this world suffer from this disease."

...

Several girls regretted the sentence from left to right, and weirdly scorned on the other side.

After the nagging was over, it distracted.

Jing Rong didn't care at all, but he was happy.

Ji Yunshu quickly bent his elbow, poked hard on his abdomen, leaned sideways, and moved two steps.

Stay away from him.

"Have you talked like that?"

"The truth is not true?"

"You and I are men now."

"so what?"

"..."

Okay, speechless.

At the next moment, he dragged her to his body again, his big hand imprisoned on her slender waist, and looked down at her almond-like eyes, saying, "You are the king, even if you want to open the meat, you can only Eat Ben Wang's dish."

"You let go first."

"It's better to be a little better to check the matter of the elder Joe Qiao."

"But your excuse is too strange."

"Wonderful flower?" Jing Rong frowned. "The words you said are fresh enough, and this king can't understand it. Anyway, you and I are now a pair of people, so cooperate well, so as not to cause a powdery taste."

Indeed, because after he said those words, the girls who had just spoken spread out, and two broken sleeves came from the Daolou.

Naturally, no more rouge gouache leaned towards the two, but it was clean.

Then the turtle slave in the brothel greeted him and asked, "What do the two sons drink?"

"Good tea."

"Well, two grandfathers on the second floor please, immediately serve you tea."

The two went up and sat down in an empty seat.

Compared with the first floor, the second floor is more spacious. It is a place dedicated to drinking and drinking tea. Dozens of tables are arranged one by one, all blocked by elegant screens, without affecting each other.

And those Yingyingyanyan are mostly on the second floor, either pulling the man up to the third floor to exercise, or sitting on the man's lap and flirting with them.

The eldest son of the Qiao family, who had just entered, was being coaxed into drinking by two girls.

His face was flushed and he was a little excited.

Ji Yunshu noticed him when he came up.

"It's really a wine jar." Sui said.

Jing Rong also glanced over there, and Grandpa Qiao really wished "How is it? See what's coming?"

She shook her head.

Continue to observe.

At this time, Grandpa Qiao was pulled by two girls to go to the third floor, and happened to pass by them.

Where to know, Jing Rong suddenly threw the cup of tea in his hand towards him.

what!

Instead, the two girls screamed, as if contaminated with poison, and Qingsip in her hands pinched on the fingertips.

Qiao Zihua was stunned for a moment, watching where his chest was splashed with tea, wet a lot.

His drink seemed to wake up at once.

He was an extremely clean-looking person, watching his clothes stained with tea, and his eyebrows and eyes wrinkled instantly.

Ji Yunshu also wondered.

What is the moth of this Buddha?

Looking at Mr. Qiao's satin fabric, the price is definitely high. This time, I'm going to lose a lot.

Qiao Zihua stared at him, his tone together, "What are you doing?"

Jing Rong smiled and looked at him a few times with contemptuous eyes, and then spit out three words lightly.

"Hand slipped."

"Hand slip? I think you deliberately."

Even if there is anger in his heart, Qiao Zihua is not as angry as others, and even has a feeling of emptiness in his tone.

Jing Rong calmed down, poured a cup of tea again, and put it up.

then--

Once again threw it on Qiao Zihua's robe waiting.

If it was said that two cups of tea were poured one after another by a stranger, who would be angry?

But Grandpa Qiao did not seem to reach the level of madness.

Instead, he pointed at him, "You..."

Jing Rong turned the empty white wine glass in his hand and eagled his eyes, "Your grandson Joe?"

"Yes, I am the eldest son of the Qiao family. You know it. You know how much my clothes are worth. Can you afford it?"

Jing Rong smiled!

His clothes are not cheap!

At the next moment, he deliberately took out the dagger from his waist, played it in his hand for a while, and placed it directly on the table. A sharp light was reflected between the eagle eyebrows, looking at Qiao Zihua.

Like a sword.

Qiao Zihua was stunned by the look, and he stepped back two steps involuntarily, swallowing the saliva, revealing a timid look.

The momentum is obviously weakened.

"It's said that Mr. Qiao is as timid as a mouse, indeed."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nonsense?" Jing Rong smiled and reached out and poured another cup of tea into his hand. "Come, splash this tea at me. At that time, I apologized to you."

Uh!

The dagger is still there. How dare Qiao Zihua!

Shaking the cup of tea in his hand, he looked at the dagger from time to time, daring not to splash.

In addition, the man in front of him is indeed very ambitious, and he must be a trainer. He dare not do it. What if he is beaten and disabled?

But the two girls next to him urged, "Master Qiao, what are you afraid of? You are splashing."

"Yeah, you splash, you look at this person, clearly came to you on purpose, but you are the eldest son of the Qiao family, and the official Shangshu is your uncle, what are you afraid of?"

"Splash!"

What to rub?

Really a counsel.

Jing Rong stood right in front of him, just waiting for him to splash over, but just—

He replayed the teacup on the table, stiffening his neck and saying, "I don't care about you."

Do not care?

It's really a no-brainer.

Although Jing Rong heard that Xiao Er said that he was timid, the timidity was a bit...too timid.

Qiao Zihua shuddered, his eyes fluttered, obviously daring, but he uttered a mouthful, and put a cruel word that was not salty or not, "You are waiting, I will make you unable to eat and walk around."

So he left the second floor and fled like a mouse seeing a cat.

It's confusing!

Isn't this kid going to move rescuers?

Call his uncle?