Master Is Pregnant

Chapter 14 21+22

I hugged Qiao Si by the neck and buried my face on his chest. "Si'er, do you think my martial arts can be restored?"

Qiao Si froze for a moment, and said tactfully: "I will take you." He strengthened his tone: "Forever."

I tear. "You mean my military strength can't be recovered for a lifetime?"

Qiao Si comforted my head and touched my head like a puppy...

Ever since I became a useless person, I really like to think about that year. I think back then, my lord, I was still a sea Dongqing, I couldn't be trapped inside, and the cliff couldn't kill me. Now, I have to be carried by someone to the last tree.

Actually, what I should know is that the meridians were injured by the rainstorm pear flower needle seven or eighty-eight. To be alive, able to walk and jump, I have committed too many evils and the King Yama dare not accept me.

"Master..." Qiao Si couldn't comfort people, only patted me on the back.

I took his heart, kissed him on the cheek, and went back to Shen Yuan, but saw him still staring at me. I was stunned for a moment, and then I understood, and walked back again, enough to hook his fingers. , Smiled and said: "Lower your head and close your eyes."

His face was slightly red, and he bent down obediently, I hooked his neck and gave a deep kiss without discount.

As a result, he also learned to bite my lip from Tang San. I was angry and patted his head, shooting away all his passions and desires.

Are all dogs? I'm mad at me!

I pursed my lips angrily and went into the yard, and saw the master watering the flowers thoughtfully. The reason why I said he thoughtfully was because the flower could not see the sunrise tomorrow.

I grabbed the kettle in his hand and said with a smile: "Master, this is an epiphany, not a daffodil."

The master came back to his senses and smiled: "Yes."

"Master, what are you thinking?" I asked him with my head up.

The master lowered his head and glanced at me, his eyes staying on my lips-I knew it, it's swollen, it's red!

The master raised his hand to pinch my chin, his fingers rested on my lips, and the pads of his thumbs rubbed my slightly red lips.

I blushed immediately.

Master Wow, Master, don’t you do impure things so purely, okay?

I stretched out my tongue and licked his fingertips. He was taken aback, then slowly retracted his hand, caged into his sleeve, shook his head with a helpless smile, and turned back into the room.

I just froze in place.

The master's reaction is too abnormal! Is it jealous? Very jealous?

I put down the kettle, followed the master and entered the room. As soon as the master sat down, I jumped on and sat on his lap. "Master, you are weird today!" It was like this before I came back. Could it be that it has nothing to do with being jealous?

Could it be related to Mo Wei...

I think my face must have sunk.

The master rubbed my heart and smiled and said, "When did you become so sensitive?"

I writhed in his arms, "The disciple has always been sensitive!"

The master choked, his face finally blushed, and he pressed me to his knee, "worried."

I giggled innocently.

The master and apprentice sighed and said, "Did you go to Dingyuan?"

I nodded, "Master is really a clever calculation..."

"Did you do bad things?" The master interrupted my flattery.

I nodded again, and added: "Don't worry, Mo Wei...it's okay, another unlucky ghost suffered for him."

The master was startled slightly: "Fang Xiaohouye?"

I then flattered and flattered: "The master is really brilliant..."

His mouth was immediately covered.

"Mo Wei and Fang Xiaohou met?" the master asked.

I closed my mouth and nodded.

The master showed a very ethereal expression and sighed: "Nothing can be hidden..."

I pondered for a moment, then pulled down the master's hand and asked, "Master, what do you mean, is it that Mo Wei and Fang Xiaohou are bound by a thousand miles of marriage?"

The master was choked by my words again, and gave me a strange look. "What weird thoughts are hidden in your head?"

"Isn't it? What's that?" I asked curiously.

The master smiled, no matter how much I asked after that, he didn't answer.

The next day, the master went out. I knew I was going to see Mo Wei. He didn't let me follow. I was a little sad. To show my trust in him, I smiled and escorted him to the door, bending over and saying, "Early. Come back."

When his back turned the corner, my face sank.

The two kinds of people I hate most in my life, the women who snatched men from me, and the men who snatched men from me.

My favorite thing in my life, molesting a man I love, and being molested by a man I love.

It feels like it's not easy to live in this life.

I sat alone in the Shen Garden and felt sorry for myself. Tang San didn't come, nor did Qiao Si come. I wanted to find someone to help me summon, but I didn't see a single figure for a long time.

I squatted at the door for a while, finally made up my mind and went for a walk.

He squinted his eyes and wandered casually, only to see a familiar person near Yanyuan.

If the face is a little smaller, it will be more like that dude.

The face of Fang Xiaohou was an authentic steamed bun, his piercing eyes were squeezed into two very connotative rising lines, and his lips were almost squeezed in by the tender flesh of his cheeks. It was really tender and tender. The cherry sip...

Master Fang Xiaohou came out of the Yanyuan Garden, rubbing his waist, groaning and crying without tears. People who didn't know thought he was caught by my family Yanwu. Yesterday, when I was pulling the curtain, I was cut to the waist by bamboo, or I drew my waist while hiding from the bamboo, right?

I was about to bugger, but I heard Master Fang Xiaohou suddenly shouted: "You!"

I froze for a while and didn't move. He went on to say, "Call you, why can't you come?"

Yes, you are treating me as a servant in the house.

I am wearing the clothes of a maid, and I am not embarrassed to take Joe, which makes people think that our servants in Li Mansion are all unqualified. Turning back to him, he said softly, "Does Hou have anything to order?"

"Help me walk, I can't see the way."

I looked up at him and found that his eyes were almost squeezed out. I have to say, Fang Xiaohou, you still make people look more pleasing.

I held back a laugh and helped him to walk slowly.

When he arrived at Jiayuan, he asked my name, and I casually ridiculed a "little flower".

He nodded and said, "Xiaohua, how many years have you been in this mansion?"

Oh, our Li Mansion was built less than a year ago, how long do you say?

"Returning to Master Hou, it's been six months."

"Well... why haven't you seen your master?"

He should have asked others about these words, now he asks me what I did, right?

"Master is away."

"When are you coming back?"

"Slaves don't know."

"Who else lives in this garden?"

"Just a few sons."

"Which ones?"

I will not answer.

Master Fang Xiaohou still took those squinted eyes and looked at me, but I think he must have not seen my subtle expression clearly, otherwise he would not be so calm.

I silently put up my **** and said, "As for the masters, we don't talk too much at the moment."

Master Fang Xiaohou snorted coldly. "You are loyal and loyal." As he said, he took out a party's shining thing still on the table.

I have seen this thing, and there are so many-gold bars!

Silver bills of the same value definitely don't have gold bars to look more ecstasy.

"To be honest, this gold bar belongs to you." Fang Xiaohouye said.

Bah, our servant of Li Mansion is you who can buy a gold bar?

I put away the gold bars-I am not a servant of Li Mansion, I am the master.

Father Fang Xiaohou pressed his fingertips on the table top. "How many sons do you have, who are they?"

"There are five sons. The first son is a scholar, the second son is a businessman, the third son is a quack, the fourth son is a low-key person, and the fifth son is a talented person."

This information is known to more than half of the people in Los Angeles.

Master Fang Xiaohou frowned, did not say anything, and asked, "What is your master's name? What does it look like?"

"Our master's name is Li Yunian, who looks like a fairy, I see pity. Melon face, almond eyes, willow eyebrows, hibiscus noodles, powder noodles and peach cheeks are too creamy, slender waist, long legs and golden lotus feet. Meisheng, since then, the king will not come back early..."

"Stop!" Fang Xiaohouye interrupted me with a wave of his hand, "What a mess!"

Yo, I think it's too much for me, I'm under a lot of pressure to praise myself like that!

Fang Xiaohouye said to himself: "Isn't it her?"

"Who?" I asked, leaning closer.

Master Fang Xiaohou turned his head abruptly, shocked me, and cried out: "What a big face!"

Master Fang Xiaohou said with a cold face: "What did you say!"

I hurriedly said with a smile: "Nothing, nothing..."

Master Fang Xiaohou looked at me for a long while with his squinted eyes. Because the windows of my soul were closed too tightly, I looked back at his Shandong steamed bun face, and I couldn't see the Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.

I don’t know if his head was squeezed out by his face. He took out a gold bar and threw it on the table, saying, "You help me do something, this gold is yours."

Oh oh oh oh, if you have nothing to do, just walk around and see, people here are stupid and quick to come!

I smiled and entered another account, and asked: "You can give me your order, I will pay you back if you don't do it well!"

"You send me a letter." Fang Xiaohouye turned around and walked to the desk, scribbled a few words, put it in an envelope, glued it, and threw it to me, saying that it would be sent to a certain Liu in the alley. Mr.

I immediately smelled the conspiracy, and hurriedly responded.

In fact, when I recalled that time, I felt that I was novice.

This person should have known that Li's servants were not easy to buy, so why did he believe me and let me help deliver the letter?

I'm so stupid, really.

Perhaps it is the sentence: Money is a good medicine blindly, and it has a blatant effect...

I may be stupid, but I am still a bit bad.

I took the letter, turned left when I got to the corner and started opening it.

The mouth of the letter was glued only with glue. I moistened it with saliva and could take it apart. After taking out the letter paper, it was inexplicable. There were only three words—it was her.

What is this code?

I looked at this piece of paper from front to back, looked at it under the sun, and looked at it on the candle-I accidentally burned a word...

He gritted his teeth and immersed in the water to see.

It turns out that this is the ordinary three words on a piece of ordinary paper.

Maybe there is some mystery in it that I don't know.

Do you want to deliver?

I squatted in the corner thinking for a long time, and suddenly felt a little stomachache. After I found a latrine to solve the major issues in life, I had completely thrown the matter into the pit.

People are stupid and have a lot of money.

This pain in my stomach was inexplicable. I was worried that I was retaliated by the chicken for eating too much chicken, so I carried my skirt and rushed to Yanwu to find Yanwu.

"Yan Wu, Xiao Wu, Yan Xiao Wu..." I whimpered three times, without seeing anyone, and being speechless, I went straight into his bedroom. I also lived in Yanwu's room for a long time.

At that time, I got a knife in my heart, and I got a rainstorm pear needle in the back. If it weren't for the position of my heart to be different from that of ordinary people-other people's hearts were on the left and my heart was in the center, that knife would have caused me to reincarnate. If it hadn't been for the numbness powder on the pear flower needle of the rainstorm, which closed my meridians, I would have died.

So although the torrential rain Lihuazhen abolished my martial arts ability, but somehow it saved my life. My life was struggling to return to my soul in Yanwu’s bed. I was in a coma for more than half a year. I was so thin that only a handful of bones were left. Yanwu was not much better than me. Among all the people, he and I shared the same bed. The pillow has the longest time, because he took care of me almost inextricably during those six months.

When I first met him, I liked the smell of medicine on his body very much, but after waking up, he had been infused with decoction for half a year, and now it is a bit shadowy. But for some reason, when I smelled this breath, I still felt at ease, feeling that even if I was dragged to the Yan Luo Temple, he had the ability to bring me back.

There was still a bit of chill in the early spring, I lay on the bed, lifted the quilt and rolled in, and started to sleep in spring.

I stumbled on seeing the past, many people and many things, it seems very sad, heart throbs, desperate to slap the mirror image in front of me, but I can’t lift the energy, I can’t even curse, just Can breathe heavily.

I'm sober.

Yan Wu pinched my nose with one hand, and my mouth with the other. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw him looking at me with a smile.

I slapped his hand away and breathed.

"What did you dream of, the pitiful appearance of wanting to cry but unable to cry?" Yan Wu rubbed my face.

I smiled heartlessly: "I dreamed that the little cooked chicken flew south with its wings flapping, and lined up in a single character for a while, and lined up in a single character for a while."

Yan Wu stayed for a while, and smiled helplessly: "Li Yingyu, when can you speak human words?"

I said innocently: "I see people talking about humans, and talking about ghosts."

Yan Wu said, "Your mouth can tell the dead to live."

I covered my mouth exaggeratedly, "Ah, isn't that better than you?"

Yan Wu smiled and said: "Yes, so you have to block your mouth, so as not to steal the name of my genius doctor Yan." Then he rushed up and kissed my lips. The tip of the tongue touched, and a tingling trembling climbed up his back. Yan Wu's hand moved up my back, slid down to my hip and rubbed it hard, breathing heavily, separating his lips and tongue, and his voice was low and dull: "Li Yingyu, have you had a nightmare?"

When he didn’t call me the master, I didn’t dare to make jokes with him, but it’s hard to be serious about my inconsistent heart, so I got tired of it and whispered in his arms: "Every time I lie down on your bed, I do it. Nightmare."

His hand wiped my forehead. There are some fine beads of sweat, which may be scared in a dream, maybe just...

Ahem... Everyone has abstained for too long...

He gnawed at my neck, trying to distract me, and asked: "What did you dream of, say it."

While hiding, I said: "I can't remember, it's itchy..."

"Really?" From a very academic point of view, he knows my body better than myself, so my weaknesses are in his control.

"Really, really..." I said with tears in my eyes, "I had a nightmare, and you forced me to think about it, is it too bad?"

Yan Wu stopped and said, "Just think about it again, and you will know that it was just a dream." He said that when he moved, "This is reality."

One is a nightmare, a spring, a dream...

"Why are you looking for me? It's not just a hug?" Yan Wu turned over from me and lay on his side, with his left arm supporting his chin and looking at me.

Only then did I remember what was going on, and said bitterly, "Yan Wu, I have a stomachache today..."

Yan Wu's expression turned straight, and he immediately picked up my pulse. With this number, his face was unsightly.

My heart tightened, and I asked with a trembling voice, "Yan Wu, could it be that I..." The old illness relapsed...

Yan Wu put down my hand heavily and asked, "What's the date today?"

I counted, "Twenty-Nine."

Yan Wu was unable to support his forehead, "Why do I remember your menstrual days better than you..."

I opened my mouth wide, oh for a long time, only then gave a smirk.

"It's no wonder that when you kissed me just now, I always felt wet underneath, and thought it was abstinence for too long, it turned out that it was the one here!"

Yan Wu's expression changed, and she brushed the floor and lifted the quilt, pulling me up from the bed.

On the snow-white sheets, a puddle of dark red blood--shocking...

Then I was thrown out.