Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Chapter 143

The heavy curtain circles the sleeping couch here into an independent space. In this atmosphere, Xiaohua feels flustered for no reason.

Patronage was so nervous that his actions stopped.

A low, slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded, "don't stop."

Xiaohua knew that King Jing, who had been dozing off all the time, was not asleep. She could only continue to move in her hand. Because of her confusion, she was not so serious in her hand and only slid, pushed and pinched on the surface.

The breath is full of an unspeakable taste, not incense, but the flower can smell an unspeakable strong taste. His men have strong backs and thin clothes, as if there were nothing.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

Whose heartbeat is this? Is it her? Or King Jing's?

At this time, the brain was completely paste.

Suddenly, the earth turned upside down. When Xiaohua suddenly became aware, the man was already lying in bed.

What? What? What?

Even though the bottom of my heart has already understood the meaning of father-in-law Fu, King Jing has always been indifferent to women for a long time. Xiaohua has long forgotten the meaning.

This sudden scene, but let her immediately confused her mind.

Refuse, refuse must be afraid, she can't imagine the end

She is even afraid of Fushun, not to mention his highness King Jing, the master of Fushun.

For a moment, Xiaohua thought of a lot. She thought of the meaning of Fushun's various actions, Xiuyun who was killed by the staff, and

It's all right. I'm a slave and maid. I haven't escaped from this

Two sneaky figures slowly retreated to the door of the back bedroom hall.

A voice sounded like a mosquito singing, "master, is this a success?"

Fushun was almost happy in his heart, but he didn't know how to vent his joy. He could only rub his fingers vigorously and pretend to be a deep touch on the surface.

"Smelly boy, you talk a lot." as soon as this sentence was said, Fushun laughed at his throat. With the dark night outside, he really felt very strange.

"You stay here, master. I'll go and have a rest. Listen to the movement and quiet inside and report it to our family tomorrow." after that, Fushun smiled mysteriously on his face and patted an Cheng's shoulder, and the man left.

An Cheng stood outside the door with a bitter face and shrunk his neck.

The master is really not human. He ran away and asked him to stand here and listen to the corner. At that time, you must ask him some obscene things, but if you are small, the master has spoken. You'd better stand upright.

An Cheng thought bitterly in his heart, but his ears were still high, listening to the movement inside. Complaints are complaints. He didn't forget what the master told him.

Unfortunately, King Jing is drunk. He is not very clear-minded. In fact, he knows what he is doing in his heart, but he doesn't want to bear it, and there's no need to bear it.

In the past, he didn't bother to go to the East Third Hospital because he was very indifferent to that, but when he really didn't want to bear it, fortunately, a palace man was nothing to him

Xiaohua carefully moved and looked at the king next to her.

Seeing that he was asleep, he took his clothes and got down carefully. Unfortunately, his legs were weak and his whole body was sore. He fell and sat on the soft blanket on the ground.

The fall made her sad. She couldn't help crying with her clothes.

She had tried to control her movements, but she still ignored the man's vigilance on the couch.

In fact, King Jing woke up when Xiaohua stayed. At this time, he saw the little palace man sitting on the ground, his face buried in his arms and sobbing silently on his clothes.

Xiaohua sat on the ground in a disorderly mood and cried. She raised her head to put on her clothes and left quickly. Who knows that she is facing the dark and indifferent eyes of Shangjing king and his always calm face.

At this time, she was crying in a mess, her nose and eyes were red, her eyes were wet and looked pathetic.