Quickly wear: My little husband is pampered and arrogant

"Xu Xu..." Qinghe hummed and called her, "I want sister Xu Xu..."

Shang Xu took a deep breath, pressed him under her, kissed the side of his neck, and moved her fingers through his hair, tightening it slowly.

Qinghe tensed his fingertips, and finally relaxed weakly. When he looked confused, an old voice sounded outside the bamboo house, "God Qinghe, are you here?"

Qinghe suddenly woke up, why is he here? !

Shang Xu asked: "What does he want from you?"

"I..." Qinghe thought of what he had asked the man to do before, and he sneered a few times, "I don't know why he came to me, maybe he has something to do with me."

He pushed Shang Xu away and straightened his torn clothes, "Xu Xu, I'll go over there."

Shang Xu grabbed his wrist and said, "I'll go with you so that the baby doesn't hide anything from me."

"No!" Qing He unconsciously raised his voice and realized that something was wrong with his words. He hurriedly added, fearing that Shang Xu would misunderstand, "That's not what I meant. I just want you to rest more."

Shang Xu narrowed his eyes dangerously, "I'm not a fool."

Finally, under her force, Qinghe followed her out of the room. When the white-haired old man saw them appearing, he immediately bowed and said, "See you two gods."

"No, no, no." Qing He looked at him wildly, telling him to hurry back, but Shang Xu's cold gaze suddenly shot over, "Are your eyes cramped?"

Qinghe: "..."

He touched the tip of his nose guiltily, "I just want to move my eyes."

"It better be this way."

Shang Xu's eyes moved to the white-haired old man, "I wonder what Mr. Jun wants from him?"

Mr. Jun said calmly: "Back then, the Lord Qinghe and I had a drinking agreement..."

Shang Xu interrupted him, "Don't tell me that you two are friends all year round. To be honest, I don't have the patience to listen to your fabrications."

Mr. Jun: "..."

Qinghe: "..."

Mr. Jun looked at Qinghe helplessly, and the next second, he ran away without saying anything. Then his words came from far to near, "I just came here to play when I was bored. I have something else to do, so I'll go first gone."

Shang Xu: "..."

Qing He turned his head to avoid meeting Shang Xu's eyes, "I didn't do anything, he ran away by himself."

Shang Xu snorted coldly and dragged him back to the bedroom without saying a word to continue doing something. As time passed little by little, Qinghe's begging for mercy gradually came out...

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The next day.

Qinghe slept until three o'clock in the morning. He crawled out of bed and opened the door. It was noon and the sun was particularly strong.

He held on to the wall and coughed a few times, "Xu..."

It was okay not to speak, but when he spoke, his throat felt extremely dry and uncomfortable, and he felt like coughing. It was even accompanied by bursts of stinging pain, and his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't help but cough again.

Seeing Shang Xu coming with lunch, Qinghe leaned against the wall motionless and waited for her.

Shang Xu quickened his pace to reach him, and he complained softly, "If you listen to my voice, it's all your fault. From today on, you have to be more restrained."

Shang Xu curled her lips and smiled softly, "Didn't you seduce me, baby?"

Qinghe: "..." He was speechless.

He pouted and said, "Eat, I'm hungry."

After eating, Qinghe went somewhere while Shang Xu was looking for Shang Zhilian's children...

Mr. Jun was startled by his sudden appearance, "You...why are you here?"

"What do you think?" Qinghe glanced at him lightly, "Have you found everything?"

"I've found it..." Mr. Jun waved his hand, and the next second, a thick black ancient book appeared on the table.

Then, various medicinal materials appeared next to it. If Shang Xu was present, he would definitely be able to see that they all have the effect of absorbing resentment.

Mr. Jun said: "Sir, may I ask, what do you do with them?"

Qinghe put them all away, "Do your own thing. I think you can know what you should ask and what you shouldn't ask."

Not knowing what he was thinking of, he asked: "By the way, who is the most powerful alchemist in the main world?"

"You..." Mr. Jun's mouth trembled a little, "You don't want to refine them all into elixirs, do you?"

Qinghe said: "No?"

His tone became inexplicably dangerous, and Mr. Jun shook his head, "No, I don't know the most powerful alchemist at the moment. Give me a few days and I will find it for you."

Qinghe left as soon as he left, and Mr. Jun exhaled a deep breath, "What is this..."

At this time, Shang Xu's voice broke into his ears, "Don't look for the alchemist for him."

Mr. Jun's heart suddenly stopped for a second, and his breathing was a little unsmooth, "Shang...Shangshen, why did you make no sound when you showed up? You almost scared my old bones to pieces."

"Don't worry, I won't do it." Mr. Jun sighed in his heart, hoping that God Qinghe wouldn't blame him. When God Liwu found out, he couldn't even listen to it.

Qinghe, who still didn't know that he had been exposed, was happily rushing towards the bamboo house. When he arrived, he found Shang Zhilian, a child, squatting in the corner digging a hole with a small hoe, and a lush flower sitting quietly at his feet. side.

Qinghe could tell that he wanted to plant it, but Shang Zhilian's child dug it very hard and was so focused that he didn't notice his father coming over.