Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

Yun Ge was speechless for a while, and Meng Qigong listened to their long talk about your coming and going, but he was not interested at all. Drooping his head and staring at the hem of Sheng Jiayan's clothes.

Your majesty's clothes seem to be a little crumpled. The fine robes with condensed patterns will wrinkle even if you pull them hard.

Meng 萋 tightened his eyebrows, his fingers quivering.

I really want to touch him...

I really want to help him smooth out his clothes...

"You die with grievances and you have your own grievances. But according to the laws of the prefecture, those who hurt ghosts and ghosts must be sentenced to the blood river pool for a period of ten years until the sentence is over. You don’t have to blame, everyone has their own People have cause and effect, and Yunshan has his own place when he reports to the prefecture." Sheng Jiayan's words knocked the obsessed Meng Eqi at his head.

Yun Ge seemed to be dissatisfied with this treatment, but he didn't have much. He only looked deeply at Meng Eqi's direction, and then he was escorted away by black and white.

"A Meng, what did you want me to do with me?" Sheng Jiayan explained the tribunal's trivial matters and looked sideways at Meng Eqi.

His eyes were unavoidable, Meng Eqi hit him in the face, and immediately the rational string in his heart broke off with a slap.

The beautiful face of Sheng Jiayan Junmei was presented in front of him at close range. His sullen face was matched with that enchanting look, just like a sudden drop of thick ink on Chen Yan's stunning picture.

Meng Xuqi knew that the farther away from him at this time, the better, but the body dumped to him involuntarily.

Sheng Jiayan's pair of beautiful eyebrows fell slightly, and Meng Eqi wanted to kneel and lick Sheng Jiayan's cold, abstinent coffin face!

She was shocked and panicked in her heart, as if she felt possessed by something.

By the time she got back to God, her hand had reached into Sheng Jiayan's collar to wipe the oil.

His Majesty the King, who had just been attacked by his subordinates, seemed very calm and calm compared to Meng's panicked face. His indifferent gaze fell on Meng Eqi's face, with a creepy look in his eyes.

Meng Xuqi: "..."

She backed frantically, turned around, hit the post, climbed up, and fled quickly.

General Blood River and a group of good and evil boys, who had been in a lively hopscotch outside the hall, suddenly saw Meng Eqi ran out of his hair and ran out of panic, with suspicious bruises on his forehead.

She ran away like a gust of wind, and everyone was silent for a while.

Then a short scream from the wandering **** broke Shen Jing: "Help! There are ghosts!"

After the Japanese traveler fainted, everyone suddenly woke up and chased in the direction of Meng Eqi.

When everyone chased to Meng Po Mansion, they chased all the way to the kitchen, and they saw Meng Wanqi holding up a kitchen knife, and the face of a strong man with a broken wrist was sad.

Good and evil boy rushed over and embraced Meng Eqi's arm: "Sister! What are you doing!"

General Blood River snatched the kitchen knife with his hands, and did not forget to tear the paper into pieces with brute force: "Sister, there is nothing you can't think of, you! We will help you out."

"Don't persuade me!" Meng Eqin looked sadly at the paw that touched Sheng Jiayan: "My right hand is evil, it actually touched the breast of the king! It's the kind that he reached in and touched! I don't know Shameless, I want to cut it off!"

Meng Jiang was so scared that he passed out and was held in the arms of Cheng Huanggong. The good and evil boys cried, and General Blood River frantically shattered any self-mutilating blade in the kitchen.

There was a mess in the kitchen.

The father-in-law of the land came forward to discourage: "Ye, you will all be the consequence of that medicine, as long as the medicine is resolved. It will be fine. Now that we have found a solution, listen to me first."