The villain boss is my family

Chapter 82 Lord Hou, can we still get along? (35)

Soon, Ruan Jianghua, who was chasing after him, came near Aunt Liu's yard. He searched for the black shadow just now with a sullen face, frowning and thinking, why did he disappear here?

"Oh, damn it, slow down!"

Listen to the indescribable voice, which is coming from there.

It turned out inside!

Immediately, his face couldn't be darker.

bitch!

Furious, Ruan Jianghua went up and kicked Aunt Liu's door open.

Looking at the dirty picture of Qin Se and Ming inside, his vision went dark, and he stood up and looked at the two people on the bed with a cold face.

The two who were suddenly interrupted looked back, and Ruan Jianghua, who was standing at the door, looked at them with a gloomy face, and they were immediately paralyzed from fright.

Aunt Liu hurriedly pulled back the quilt, her face was terrified, her body couldn't stop trembling, and she said tremblingly: "Old...Master, aren't you...are you not coming back?"

Ruan Jiang went up with a slap in the face.

"You damn slut! This general treats you well, but you do!"

Aunt Liu's body was unstable, and she fell off the bed suddenly, her face swelled instantly from being whipped.

Seeing him looking like he was going to kill her, she was flustered, and she quickly hugged his leg and cried, "Master, master, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Ruan Jianghua didn't show any affection at all, and kicked her away forcefully, "Tell me, when did you start, what did you bitch do behind my back?"

He didn't expect that the person next to him would wear such a big green hat for him.

And the man on the bed is none other than the housekeeper.

Fortunately, he still trusts him so much!

Thinking about it, Ruan Jiang Huaqi's face turned livid.

The housekeeper pointed at Aunt Liu tremblingly, "Old...Master, she seduced me first, this slave is just following orders! This slave is only temporarily infatuated, master, please spare this slave!"

Ruan Jianghua looked at the former butler, thinking of the greasy and disgusting scene of the two of them hugging each other, he directly struck the butler to death.

Seeing the dead housekeeper, Aunt Liu closed her eyes, screamed, and hid aside in fear, fearing that she would be the next to die.

She swallowed her saliva and said tremblingly: "My lord, husband and wife for a hundred days, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"If it gets out, the reputation of the General's Mansion will be damaged!"

Aunt Liu looked at the palm that was swung down, and her heart rose.

Ruan Jianghua's hand stopped in mid-air.

After a moment of silence, if such a thing spreads...

After weighing it over and over again, he gave Aunt Liu a disgusted look, and flipped the chair in front of him with his palm.

Finally, he left angrily with his hands behind his back.

Shi Jiu on the roof looked at that scene, looked back at the master and servant, and raised his eyebrows.

True loss.

But she likes it.

Is he avenging her?
Thinking about it, she suddenly stepped on the ground, and she fell down.

Instead of the expected pain, she fell into a warm embrace.

Opening her eyes, she was found to be hugged in mid-air.

She was stunned looking at Mo Wuchen's side face, she was really charming, it would be a pity not to take a bite.

Fascinated, he put his arms around his neck and took a bite when he went up.

Mo Wuchen's body froze.

Then he chuckled, "Ma'am, how do you feel?"

She looked annoyed, grabbed the clothes on the man's chest, and kissed him!
Seeing the silent and tangled look of the woman in his arms, Mo Wuchen didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, with an unfathomable expression on his face.

Holding her out of the general's mansion, Shi Jiu jumped out of his arms immediately after landing.

"Thank you, Lord Hou, for saving your life."

Mo Wuchen squinted his eyes, "Why is madam so out of touch, kissed and hugged, when are you going to be responsible to the master?"

　In order to respond to the core values ​​of national socialism, the style of writing and the three views must be correct, and you cannot write below the neck. You are all mature readers, and you can imagine yourself below the neck...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)