Fast Travel: Playing like a baby in the arms of a paranoid boss

Chapter 904 Nine Thousand Years Invited Me to Meet Meals 15
Qiao Luoluo didn't say anything clearly, but Jiang Chunling saw everything in the other person's eyes, and he snorted coldly: "I don't have any special hobbies."

"Then let the maid give you the medicine, and it happened that the concubine Xiangfei brought you a plaster for golden sores." Without any explanation, Qiao Luoluo's white fingers dug out a lump of cool plaster, and then carefully applied it on Jiang Chunling's arm.

She squatted down, her eyes were very serious, and she seemed to hear Jiang Chunling's voice of enduring pain.

"Is Nine Thousand Years Afraid of Pain?" Qiao Luoluo looked up into his eyes curiously, and really saw the expression of forbearance on Jiang Chunling's face.

In the eyes of outsiders, Nine Thousand Years has no weaknesses, but Qiao Luoluo, who came to apply the medicine, easily discovered that Jiang Chunling was very afraid of pain.

For example, the hand that seemed to hang down easily on the table, the blue veins burst out on the back of the hand because of enduring the pain.

Looking at his jade-like cheeks again, there was obvious sweat. Jiang Chunling was very afraid of pain.

"Who gave you the courage to speculate? I don't need a little servant like you to tell me if I'm afraid of pain?" Jiang Chunling spat out the words like resentment from his lips, and his voice was sharper.

Qiao Luoluo laughed out loud, "It's the courage you gave me, Nine Thousand Years Old."

While speaking, the ointment had already been applied, Qiao Luoluo gently put down Jiang Chunling's clothes, then boldly sat on his lap and began to tease him.

Jiang Chunling is a tiger made of paper. Although he was fierce to her every time, he never took action against her. If he really hated her actions, she would have died in Jiang Chunling's hands long ago.

If Jiang Chunling wanted to deal with a person, he must have hundreds of ways to make that person die silently.

The familiar feeling of heaviness on his legs made Jiang Chunling feel a little dazed, his two-way cold eyes met Qiao Luoluo's face, and after seeing the red mark on Qiao Luoluo's face, his whole aura changed.

Qiao Luoluo watched with her own eyes that Jiang Chunling used that dry and soft fingertips to press down on her face that had been slapped by Zhao Ning'er, and she used all her strength.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, nine thousand years old, please be gentle." Qiao Luoluo grabbed Jiang Chunling's hand and begged for mercy.

"Who beat you?" Jiang Chunling asked Shi Ruo unintentionally as he applied medicine to her face.

"Who else is there? The servant is working in the Xiangyi Palace. Except for the concubine Xiang, who would dare to provoke and bully the servant." Qiao Luoluo didn't flinch, and directly pulled Zhao Ning'er out.

"Do you want me to make the decision for you? To be your sword, to deal with Zhao Ning'er?" Jiang Chunling, who called his concubine by name, was already rebellious, but there was no trace of fear on Jiang Chunling's face, which was ironic Full of flavor.

"That's right, Nine Thousand Years Old will help the servants to be the masters." Qiao Luoluo snuggled into Jiang Chunling's arms, smiling like a disaster.

That face hadn't fully recovered to its previous beauty, but when he was laughing and laughing, it showed a variety of charms, and Jiang Chunling's heart softened for a moment.

"It seems that we are the same people. Like you, I hate that Zhao Ning'er." As if he had found his own home, he tried to open his heart to Qiao Luoluo for the first time.

And Qiao Luoluo hugged him silently. Unlike others, she was not afraid of Jiang Chunling at all, and could even go along with Jiang Chunling's words and continue.

(End of this chapter)