Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

A face that was originally white gradually turned red, especially the earlobe, which seemed to be about to bleed down. She felt a little more cute in her words and smiles, and she exuded a little woman. The charm.

The men around them all looked straight.

Next to this, Murong Canghai, who was eating vegetables, looked back and saw the mouth-watering gaze of the men looking at Su Yueming. His face suddenly darkened and his eyes showed displeasure.

Su Yueming was about to take the third bowl of wine, but was stopped by a pair of big palms. She looked up unhappily. It was Murong Canghai.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, she was no longer so cold to speak to him, but instead was a little savage, saying, "I want to drink, what are you doing?"

Murong Canghai brought the big sea bowl to his hand and said, "You can't drink it anymore, I'll drink it."

Seeing his wine poured into his stomach by sip, Su Yueming's alcohol came up. She was dizzy and turned to her, her eyes were blurred, and her mouth was full of alcohol, and she stuttered, "You, Who are you Murong Canghai? Are you in charge of me, Su Yueming, drinking? You have too much care!"

Seeing the choking alcohol spraying on his face, Murong Canghai suddenly stood up and stretched out his hands-

"Ah!" Su Yueming screamed before he could react, and he was so scared that he had already carried her to his shoulders. He carried her to the direction of the old man's house like a bundle of firewood. The expression on his face was like carrying her to the direction of the old man's house. Gloomy.

When the rest of the people saw it, they were stunned. After reacting, the old woman and the old man hurriedly followed behind and ran over, and the old man shouted—

"Young master, don't be angry. My lady is so happy. Don't hit her."

The old lady was also yelling—

"Young master, just say it, don't beat me."

"Let me go, let me go..." Su Yueming kicked her feet hard, and her hands even hit Murong Canghai's back. She kicked and twisted her body while shouting in the room to get down. .

But Murong Canghai did not want to let go. Instead, he reached out and slapped her three times in front of everyone.

"You, you..." Su Yueming wanted to resist, but after being tossed by him, a disgusting feeling surged in her stomach, and her head became more and more drowsy. She closed her eyes, and a dizzy feeling made her unable to say anything. The words are coming.

The old man and the old woman followed behind and entered the house in fear. Murong Canghai pushed open the door with one hand and carried Su Yueming in.

Originally, the two old men thought that Murong Canghai would teach Su Yueming a lesson, but they saw him gently put her on the bed and thoughtfully pulled the quilt to cover her.

Then he turned around and ordered, "Cook a basin of warm water for me."

"Hey, hey, okay!" The old man who reacted immediately went to fetch water as he told him.

It turns out that Su Yueming is drunk!

She fell asleep in a daze, but she didn't know what she was muttering to herself.

The water came, and the old lady quickly brought a face towel to wipe Su Yueming-

"I'll do it." But Murong Canghai's big hand took the face scarf over, bent down to wipe her face, and wiped the wine stains on her face clean.

Su Yueming felt dizzy and knew nothing. She only felt a wide and cold hand pressing against her forehead, making her unable to help but want to get closer. When she approached, she closed her tired eyes.