Chapter 1538
Almighty Daughter Runs The World
âChapter 1538: 323: activate the Masochist, the black-bellied fifth master Cen! 2â
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ââYou canât do it,âCen Shaoqing continued. â
âWhy?âYe Zhuo asked.
âCen Shaoqing looked around and finally said in a low voice, âItâs too thin, itâs easy to break.â â
Ye Zhuoâs face was full of black question marks.
âShe vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but she could not figure out what exactly was wrong. â
âCen Shaoqing chuckled and raised his hand to Pat ye Zaoâs head. âSilly girl, letâs go in.â â
Ye Zao pinched Cen Shaoqingâs waist discontentedly.
ââHiss...âCen Shaoqing sucked in a breath of cold air. âAncestor, be gentle!â â
ââIsnât your waist good?âYe Zao smiled and said, âGood and afraid of Pain?â â
ââEven a good waist canât withstand your torment.âCen Shaoqingâs tone was light, but his eyes were full of indulgence. âTell me, how many times do you pinch me in a day?â â
Ye Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly. âYou make it sound like I have a tendency to be violent.â
ââItâs me who has a tendency to be abused,âCen Shaoqing said. â
Ye Zhuo laughed softly.
Cen Shaoqingâs EQ was simply TOO HIGH!
Such a man had actually been single for more than thirty years!
âYe Zhuo continued, âWhy did you want to be a monk in the past?â â
âCen Shaoqing twirled the Buddhist beads, âPerhaps you feel that life is meaningless. You feel that people should not live for the sake of reproduction. If the ultimate goal of life is to marry and have children, then marry and have children, such a cycle would be too boring!â â
ââI didnât expect you to be a philosopher!âYe Zhuo laughed softly and continued, âWhat About Now?â â
ââNow?âCen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows and reached out to hold ye Zaoâs waist, bringing her to sit on his lap. âNow I want to have a litter of children with you.â â
ââShameless, who wants to have a litter of children with you!âYe Zao directly pushed Cen Shaoqingâs face away with his hand. â
âThen have three?âCen Shaoqing continued.
âNo.âYe Zao shook his head.
Cen Shaoqing held her waist with one hand and the Buddhist beads with the other. âThen... two?â
ââTwo?âYe Zhuo thought for a moment. âTwo is quite good. I just happen to have a companion. Otherwise, it would be too lonely to be alone!â â
The curve of Cen Shaoqingâs lips gradually deepened.
âAt this moment, ye Zhuo seemed to have suddenly thought of something and stood up from his lap. âWho wants to give birth to your child! I didnât agree to it!â â
âThis person was really too black-bellied. If he was a little careless, he would have walked into his trap. â
âCen Shaoqing grabbed her hand and pulled her gently. She fell into his arms and said, âYou just agreed!â â
ââCen Shaoqing, you...â â
âBefore ye Zhuo could finish his sentence, a person walked in from outside. Seeing this scene, he froze on the spot. After a few seconds, he immediately reacted and said, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry! I didnât see anything!âThen, he turned around and left. â
âThis was the little du that ye Langhua had been talking about. Little Du had been in the shop for many years, and he usually got along with ye Langhua as if they were family. â
Ye Zao blushed and reached out to pinch Cen Shaoqingâs face. âAre you embarrassed?â
âCen Shaoqing hugged her tightly and rested his chin on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and said, âWhatâs there to be embarrassed about hugging your girlfriend?â â
âYouâre really thick-skinned!âYe Zao was a little speechless.
âCEN Shaoqing said, âGrandma said that thin-skinned people canât get a wife.â â
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âA crisp sound suddenly came from the air, and then the air fell into darkness. â
Ye Zao looked up at the ceiling. âThe lights are broken.â
Cen Shaoqing also looked up slightly. âDo you know where the toolbox is?â
âYes.âYe Zhuo turned on the flashlight function of his phone and stood up to get the toolbox.
Cen Shaoqing moved a chair over and placed it on the coffee table. He stood on it and tried it out. His hand was just enough to reach the light.
âAt this moment, Ye Zhuo came over with the toolbox. âWhat do you need?â â
Cen Shaoqing looked at the lampshade. âGive me an electric pen first.â
ââOkay.âYe Zhuo took out an electric pen from inside, stood on the coffee table, and handed the electric pen to him. â
âDo you need me to help you with the lighting?âYe Zhuo continued to ask.
âYes.âCen Shaoqing nodded slightly.
Ye Zhuo took out his phone to help Cen Shaoqing with the lighting.
âCen Shaoqing raised his head and started to screw the screws. The light from the flashlight shone on his face, making his cold white skin look even fairer. The black hair on his forehead flitted past his eyebrows and eyes. Although he was fixing the lamp.., he exuded an aura of nobility. â
The book was right. A man who was focused on something was the most serious.
âAt this moment, a rapid ringtone broke the silence in the room. â