Ye Qiqi listened to his words, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly raised her head, showed him a bright smile and said, "Young master, do you want to be responsible for me?"
"Yes." Mo Hanqing looked at the bright smile on her face, nodded seriously and replied.
"Then let me beat you up first and relieve my anger!!" Ye Qiqi's expression that was smiling one second became fierce the next second, and she violently shook her hand that was held by him. He pulled back the ground, then raised his arm and punched Mo Hanqing.
"Madam... Madam... listen to my explanation... We have something to talk about. A gentleman should talk but not talk. No, a gentleman should talk or not. My husband didn't mean to... um..." Mo Hanqing looked at Ye Qiqi's fist. It hit him, but he didn't dodge this time. He received several punches from her, groaned, and then stood still and allowed her to vent her anger on him.
Ye Qiqi originally didn't want to really beat him to death, so when he struck, he still left some strength behind. But after just a few punches, he only grunted at the beginning and then started to fight again. I didn't even cry out in pain.
Ye Qiqi started to feel bored after beating him.
When fighting with someone, if the other person is not beaten to the point of crying, she will have the feeling that she is punching a sandbag.
After beating like this, she stopped.
Mo Hanqing lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her tenderly. When he saw that she finally stopped, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and asked with a smile: "Have you finished venting your anger, madam?"
“…”
Ye Qiqi gave him a hard look, looked down at the black iron ring on her hand, then reached out to take off the ring and put it into her sleeve robe.
She glanced at the faint blood seeping out of his robe again, was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Doesn't it hurt if I beat him?"
"Hitting is kissing, scolding is love." Mo Hanqing looked at her with a rogue expression and said, "My wife is kissing me, how can my husband feel pain?"
“…”
Ye Qiqi was speechless for a moment.
This person's style changed too quickly, and she felt that she was already a little unable to accept it.
Too lazy to talk nonsense to him, Ye Qiqi reached out and grabbed Mo Hanqing's collar, pulled it casually, and loosened his collar.
She hooked an index finger on his collar, stood up on her tiptoes, and took a peek inside his collar. Well, good, his chest had been beaten to a bloody pulp.
Ye Qiqi frowned, released her fingers from his collar, reached out and took out a white jade bottle from her sleeves, threw it into his arms and said, "Add the medicine yourself."
"A lady still cares about her husband." Mo Hanqing took the medicine bottle she threw, looked at it with a smile, and then said in a low voice to her.
"We are still in the secret passage of the agency. I'm afraid you will hold me back, okay!?" Ye Qiqi couldn't help but roll her eyes at him again and said.
"Okay." Mo Hanqing nodded, highly agreeing with what she said without any hesitation.
Ye Qiqi turned her head and ignored him.
After waiting for another long while, she never heard the sound of applying medicine behind her, so she turned back and glanced at him with doubt in her eyes.
Mo Hanqing held up the medicine bottle and said helplessly: "My arm hurts... I can't get the medicine."