The moment the man got up, he was about to go down and teach his boy a lesson.
Luo Xi quickly pressed down and grabbed him, "Okay, okay, let me tell the truth.
Kissing me by both of you has no pain relief effect."
"Luoxi, you don't love me.
"Mom, you don't love me."
The two men said in unison, and Luo Xi suddenly had one head and two heads.
It was already very difficult to say a few serious words to Jing Mohao, but now with this small addition, the probability of changing the subject doubled.
"You two go out, I want to rest."
Luo Xi covered his head and ordered the two of them to be coaxed away.
Jing Mohao placed her on the bed under his protection, stood up, and stared coldly at the little person from top to bottom.
Jing Nianxi instinctively took several steps back.
Jing Mohao chuckled, "Why, I plan to practice" Jing Nianxi's obsidian eyes rolled and she looked at Luo Xi on the bed through the man's trousers, "Hey, Luo Xi, don't come down, I can deal with him."
When Jing Mohao heard this, he immediately reached out to pull the person behind him, only to find that Luo Xi behind him was lying on the bed obediently.
When I turned around again, the villain had disappeared, and I realized that I had been fooled.
"You brat, you're just looking for death."
Before he could finish his words, he slammed the door with murderous intent, leaving Luo Xi alone staring at the ceiling and sighing deeply.
For several days, Luo Xi's wound was quickly able to get out of bed under the influence of ointment, and the entire manor was never calm.
Every day, he watched men carrying a small person appear in every corner of the villa.
Luo Xi was unable to stop her, she just smiled and watched the father and son bickering and fighting.
The warmth of home overflowed from every corner of the room, making her almost forget that they were in the center of a giant net.
Keep tightening, gathering Until that day, Luo Xi was sitting on the sofa peeling apples for Jing Nianxi, when Lin Susha suddenly appeared at the door of the manor, her body covered with whip marks.
Luo Xi was so frightened that her fingers trembled and she slipped the knife to the ground.
She didn't even bother to pick it up and ran over to hold her up.
Lin Susha waved her hand and said, "Why are you helping me?
I'm not dead yet."
After saying that, he sat on the sofa with a carefree look on his face.
The corners of Luo Xi's eyes twitched slightly, "Why do you have so many scars on your body?
Take off your clothes quickly and I will disinfect them for you."
Lin Susha stretched out her arm, looked at the torn fire dragon on her arm, and smiled contemptuously.
She couldn't tell whether it was a bitter smile or a sneer, "These small injuries are nothing.
I won't feel it at all unless you tell me."
Luo Xi shook her head slightly.
She had the same temperament as Jing Mohao and didn't know how to cherish her own body.
No matter what her tone was, Luo Xi still went to the disinfection cabinet and brought out alcohol and disinfectant cotton for her, and asked casually, "Is there any news about Jian Qing?"
"Where is the young master?"
Lin Susha's mind was not here, she seemed to have important things on her mind.
"he"
"The eldest young master is not there, the young master is here."
A childish voice interrupted, and Jing Nianxi came in through the back door with a look of arrogance.
"Tangtang, call Auntie."
Luo Xi reminded.
Jing Mohao glanced at Lin Susha.
Because he had seen her in a video before, he still had some impression of her appearance.
Although he was not a stranger, his arrogant little face did not allow him to collapse.
Lin Susha didn't mind and went up to hug him, "Hey, my eldest nephew, come here and let auntie hug him."
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Jing Nianxi immediately moved out of the way so as not to stain his vest with her flesh and blood
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