"Yeah, what's wrong??" Ye Chengan turned his head and looked at Ye Qiqi with some confusion.
"What do you mean, madam?" Ye Qiqi narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at Mo Hanqing who was lying on the bed.
I saw a look on someone's delicate and handsome face, and his eyes suddenly began to wander unconsciously.
"Madam means lady." Ye Chengan looked at Ye Qiqi with some humor and said, "No, sister, you don't even know this?"
"Is the madam the wife?" Ye Qiqi turned his gaze to Murong Hongyu who was standing behind Ye Chengan and asked.
"Yes." Murong Hongyu nodded seriously.
…
Ye Qiqi said "swish" and looked towards Mo Hanqing again.
Her mind couldn't help but recall the ugly look on someone's face when she announced that Mo Hanqing was her wife in the Peacock Gang eight years ago in front of a group of bandits from the Peacock Gang.
It turned out that he had known what Mrs. Yazhai meant all along, but he deliberately misinterpreted it for himself.
And later, when she announced in front of the elders of the Peacock Palace that he was the wife of the palace master, she finally understood what was going on with the strange looks in their eyes.
"Mo Hanqing!!!" Ye Qiqi couldn't help but yelled at him, picked up the soft pillow on the bed, and threw it at him.
Mo Hanqing quickly reached out to catch the soft pillow that was thrown at him. Just when he was about to explain a few words, Ye Qiqi had already grabbed the quilt and pillows on the bed and threw them at him without any explanation.
After a burst of "crackling" throwing, Ye Qiqi left Mo Hanqing buried in the quilt and soft pillow and went out angrily.
Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu, who were standing by the bed, stared at the scene in front of them in stunned silence, saying nothing for a long time.
After a long silence, Ye Chengan swallowed hard, turned his head stiffly and said to Murong Hongyu: "I... I suddenly don't envy Han Qing for having a wife."
"Me too." Murong Hongyu nodded and finished his attack.
Mo Hanqing stretched out his hand and pushed aside all the bedding and soft pillows that had hit him, then looked at Ye Chengan with a pair of deep eyes, full of murderous intent.
"Ahem... Well, since your illness is not cured yet, well, we won't disturb your rest." As soon as Ye Chengan met Mo Hanqing's eyes, he shuddered involuntarily.
It's over, it's over. Although I don't know what he said wrong just now, what is certain is that he was definitely the one who started this war between Qiqi and Han Qing.
Why don't you leave quickly at this time? Do you want to stay here and wait for someone to destroy you
After Ye Chengan said that, he grabbed Murong Hongyu's sleeve and planned to run out the door.
"Stop." Mo Hanqing leaned on the bed, looking at Ye Chengan, and said in a cold voice.
“…”
Ye Chengan's footsteps suddenly stopped.
He turned around stiffly, gave Mo Hanqing a forced smile and said, "Is there anything else?"
"Well." Mo Hanqing stared at him for a long time. Just when Ye Chengan thought that he would rush over and strangle him to death in the next second, someone finally asked calmly: "The envoy from Beichen Kingdom is visiting our country. How was Xiuzhu’s reception??”