Vol 2 Chapter 41: worry

"Ah!" Liu Qiao lay on the ground in pain, and raised her head incredibly, "Brother? I am Liu Qiao! You...what's wrong with you?"
Xu Xianxiong pulled the whip in his hand and threw it directly on the ground, looking dumbfounded. It was distressed, angry, and wronged. This whip is her darling, she can't bear to touch it.
But the third brother actually threw her whip to the ground today, what happened to the third brother?
Her angry eyes turned to Laneige, her eyes full of spite. It's her, it must be this woman.
After Xu Xianxiong threw away his whip, he immediately turned around and hugged Lanzhi, who was just behind him, into his arms, cautiously holding the most beloved baby.
"Where did you hurt Lanzhi? Does it hurt?" Although his face was still cold, his tone was obviously anxious and worried. He didn't even care about the presence of outsiders at all, so he hugged Lange upright and went home without looking back.
"Xianxiong, I'm fine!" Lanzhi was caught off guard by his movements, exclaiming in exclamation of fear of falling, and had to reach out and put his arm around his neck. Leaning intimately on his broad chest.
"Xianxiong, I'm fine, I'm really fine." She kept explaining, "Fortunately you came in time just now, otherwise my face will be ruined."
After reading so many books, Laneige could tell right from wrong when he was very young. She knows who treats her badly and who treats her well. The woman in front of her wanted to ruin her face in one move, and of course she would not be polite.
Sure enough, as soon as Xu Xianxiong heard about it, his entire popularity changed abruptly, and his expression was as cold as the deadly king who had come out of hell.
Laneige was held in his arms, and his body was pressed against his warm embrace, but he felt the whole body was full of death. Frightened, she wanted to let go and hide away, but she couldn't bear the warmth he gave.
The last time he gritted his teeth, he just hugged his neck.
He even deliberately kissed his throat.
Xu Xianxiong's apple is a kind of masculinity that is unique to men, because he was kissed by his wife, a hint of tenderness flashed through his cold eyes. He held her hand and patted her gently.
Thin lips leaned into Laneige's ear and whispered, "Naughty! See how I punish you at night."
Laneige blushed because of his ambiguous words.
"Really hurt?"
"Really not!" After saying that, Laneige felt that she had let her rivals go like this. She seemed very confused, and added: "It's just a little bit, just a little bit. If you don't come, you may never see it again. I."
Xu Xianxiong knew that his wife was a bit exaggerated, but there was still a pain in his heart. He put her down, stretched out his strong and powerful arms and hugged her tightly in his arms.
The strong one seemed to pinch Lange's slender waist.
Can't wait to rub her into his body, if there weren't any outsiders present, he would not forcefully restrain his impulse.
He couldn't wait to kiss his wife's delicate lips right away, and kissed her fiercely.
"You...you..." Liu Qiao's eyes were almost staring down. She was still a little bit painful just now, she got up from the ground embarrassedly, picked up the whip again, and couldn't wait to whip it.
Xu Xianxiong put Lanzhi in his arms and looked at Liuqiao coldly. When she spoke again, both her expression and tone became completely different from just now, even very strange.
"Sixth, you are too lawless."
Liu Qiao felt very wronged, and her eyes were red when she never cried, "Third brother, do you still know that I am your sixth child? Do you...do you still have me in your eyes?"
As she spoke, the hand holding the whip pointed at Lanzhi, and said angrily: "Who is this vixen? Did you buy it from the Goulan Yard?"
"Shut up!" Xu Xianxiong reprimanded sharply.