There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 175. Sixteenth Dragon Scales (Eleven)

Sixteenth Dragon Scale (Eleven)

Linglong was still sleeping sweetly even though she was wrapped in the quilt. She didn't care what happened around her. He Xiuzhen admired her sleep quality. Compared with him who could wake up with a little trouble, she was like a little pig There is no difference, but when you think about it from the side, it seems to confirm his masculinity.

However, compared to the tenderness and sweetness last night, Linglong woke up rather ruthless. She slapped He Xiuzhen on the face and pushed him away, staying away from her, refusing to be kissed by him: "Don't rely on him if you don't brush your teeth. Come here."

He Xiuzhen said: "Come and smell it, I don't stink at all."

Linglong turned to cover his mouth in disgust. Later, he felt that it was not enough, so he raised a small snow-white foot and kicked it out from between the two of them. He Xiuzhen really didn't have any temper towards her. He held down his delicate little feet with his warm big hands, raised them to his mouth and took a bite. Her whole body was fragrant and soft, completely different from him. Last night, He Xiuzhen had an in-depth understanding of what self-control and what will, what He Xiuzhen did not know.

Even if he was going to be beaten up by his father-in-law when he went back to Qiucheng, he would recognize it. After all, even a saint could not bear it, let alone him?

Looking at Linglong's sleeping face and still unwilling to be touched by him, He Xiuzhen only felt hatred and love, the teeth of hate were itchy, and the heart of love was itchy. He felt that this was really a little devil, and it took his heart away , give him nothing left.

Linglong moved her toes and put her hands on the bed. At this moment, He Xiuzhen looked very handsome. He usually wears a military uniform and always likes to button up the top button. The trousers are always straight and neat. I want to try to strip him off myself. Last night, she finally got her wish, and now, looking at him, she thinks that she is beautiful and delicious. Taking off the military uniform, the body feels good, the muscles are strong and slender, and Linglong is also moved by the kiss. Before eating, the two simply rolled into a ball again. .

Wait until I finally got enough to eat and drink and go downstairs, Dashuai He, who has nothing to do today, is in the living room on the first floor, laughing at the two of them ambiguous Hang Seng, and by the way, gives a thumbs up to the eldest son: "Good boy, there was me back then. His demeanor!" Thinking that the ten daughters of his night royal family made them scream! Now it seems that his son has also inherited his talent, good, good! Men still have to have the capital to get women to embrace them, Dashuai He thought confidently.

He Xiuzhen always thought his father was vulgar. He really didn't know how his mother liked this guy back then, nor how his grandfather brought up such a thing. He glanced at Dashuai He with disgust, and asked lightly, "I can't do it now?"

Otherwise, what was the year? The hero does not mention the courage of those years.

Linglong burst out laughing, not giving any face to her future father-in-law. He Dashuai is fifty this year. Of course, he can't be as energetic as he is young, but he has a strong self-esteem. How can a man be looked down upon in this kind of thing? He wanted to stand up and have a showdown with He Xiuzhen. Fortunately, he still had a brain. After seeing his son's cold face and his daughter-in-law's uncontrollable laughter, he coughed: "What nonsense, you have no temperament, retreat. Go down."

Linglong laughed even louder. He Xiuzhen took her hand and walked towards the kitchen. He was too lazy to pay attention to Dashuai He. This fellow was too embarrassed to say that other people had no temperament. He asked him to see that the most temperamental person in the world was Dashuai He himself. .

Seeing off his son and daughter-in-law, Dashuai He sadly touched the thigh of Bai Shengsheng under his sister Hua's cheongsam and asked, "My dears, do you think I am not old?"

Sister Hua Jiao smiled to reassure him, and Dashuai He thought about it, too, if he was really fancy, could he make the two flower-like concubines have children? Speaking of which, this is his first child... Forget it, I can't remember, let him go anyway, and it's not impossible to raise it.

The main purpose of taking Linglong back to Qingcheng this time is to meet Commander He, and then put incense sticks on He Xiuzhen's deceased mother, and the rest will be gone. After a procedure, it means that Linglong will be the young grandmother of the He family in the future. Also let the children and concubines of He Dashuai know who is the future mistress of the He family, lest some people be too active. Speaking of which, Dashuai He has a lot of women over the years, but if he can stay by his side and be a concubine, he will definitely be informed and interested, and he will never have any unreasonable thoughts.

Although it is said that Western culture is gradually invading, most people's thinking is still relatively traditional, especially with a man like He Dashuai. He likes beautiful women, but he is heartless and calls everyone a baby. I really don't know which one I like the most. It is estimated that He Dashuai himself is not very able to distinguish the names of the thirty-eight concubines. What they like and dislike. But he is a person who is very affectionate. His aunt and wife are not too young, and he has not abandoned them. He provides delicious food and drink, and his children are also ready to meet their needs.

He's a terrible husband, but definitely a good father.

He Xiuzhen is precocious, but he was brought up by his grandfather. Linglong fantasized about the version of He Dashuai's version of He Shaoshuai, and suddenly he didn't want to eat the meat, and almost spit it out.

He Xiuzhen reluctantly wiped her pink mouth with a handkerchief: "Don't think about it when you eat, I will never do that."

"It doesn't matter." Linglong opened his mouth and ate a piece of beef he was feeding, "I'll find as many men as you want, anyway. It's fair for everyone to find each other."

He Xiuzhen's face sank: "Don't even think about it."

Linglong's eyes widened: "What's your tone and attitude? I think you're going to accuse me? We just did it last night, and now you're turning your back on me?" Just leave, "don't eat."

He Xiuzhen hurried to catch up, kissing, coaxing, and agreeing to a lot of unequal treaties. Finally, the little ancestor was satisfied and came back to eat. He once again realized the fact that he was planted.

Not only did he pull it back to eat, but he also had to wait on it carefully. Seriously, what is the place where the young marshal is at home, the big marshal has to look at his face and act, who is not in awe when he sees it? Now they are actually fortunate enough to witness the scene of the young marshal humbly and bowing down to please the young mistress... Will they be silenced by the embarrassed young marshal later?

The more you think about it, the more likely it is that a man's self-esteem is terrible.

So everyone lowered their heads collectively and didn't dare to lift them up. Unfortunately, the ears don't have the same function as the eyes. They shouldn't get shot just by hearing it!

The two were halfway through their meal when there was a fragrant wind. Linglong raised his head and saw one of the pair of sisters. The two sisters were twins, and they looked basically the same. Linglong couldn't tell them apart anyway. She came in to ask someone to pour tea, saying that the handsome man wanted to drink it, but when she left, she glanced at He Xiuzhen, who was whispering softly. Although her eyes were concealed, she could not hide from Linglong. She narrowed her eyes and didn't like it very much. Others covet their own things.

"What are you looking at, eat quickly."

Linglong reached out and pinched He Xiuzhen's cheeks, and the handsome young marshal immediately turned into a pig's head: "Xiuzhen, do you like stimulation?"

"Huh?"

"I mean your father's concubines, all of them are good-looking, you are so old, don't you have any other thoughts?"

He Xiuzhen felt that he was insulted, he frowned slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, how could I be such a person."

"Just kidding, I'm full, come with me."

Linglong grabbed He Xiuzhen and ran upstairs. He had to tell her to run slower, staring at her for a moment and refused to relax. Many times he felt that he was not begging a charming little daughter-in-law to come back, but He was holding a little daughter who was spoiled and had to be used to it. You can see Linglong's commotion, without letting up for a second. Shaoshuai He was so heartbroken. She came up with some tricks, I don't know what strange ideas are in her little head.

"Do what?"

Linglong touched her nose, and rummaged through the box to find a cheongsam with an old-fashioned color. She didn't like to wear this cheongsam very much, but now she is very interested, so she started changing clothes in front of He Xiuzhen. Keep your eyes peeled. The dark green cheongsam covered his delicate skin a little bit, and the snow white was hidden. There was a trace of regret in his eyes, and then Linglong rushed over, "Come on, let's play games."

"Huh?"

"Now I'm your little mom."

He Xiuzhen: "???"

"The Thirty-Seven didn't know that Concubine Thirty-Eight looked at you in the wrong way just now. I think in order to prevent you from thinking that you shouldn't move, let's play it first."

To put it bluntly, it's not that she wants to play.

He Xiuzhen understood Linglong's meaning in seconds. Although he liked playing games with her very much, he learned from that kind of woman... He pulled Linglong into his arms and let her sit on his lap, "Don't compare yourself to them. ."

"I don't have it, do you want to play? Come on, let's hear it."

He Xiuzhen couldn't bear it any longer. He would play with her to play this kind of weird stuff. Only a ghost, called her mother? "Let me see how you gave birth to me first."

The two quarreled, and Linglong's feet were on He Xiuzhen's chest again. He was panting, his face was slightly sweating, and he was sweating. Call my dad and let him hack you."

"It's impossible to hack me to death, at most I'll be beaten." He Xiuzhen bit her finger, "If I die, you will be a widow."

"There are many stories about the little widow, I am happy."

He Xiuzhen was so angry that she wanted to hit her. She really didn't know where to learn to speak a dirty word. She dared to say it when she opened her mouth. What if she missed it someday? "If you were a little widow, I would be an old widower, and we were born together."

It's a perfect match.