The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Jun Yueze looked at her eyes very gently, with a little helpless smile.

In his eyes, Ling Yu and A Qing, Xiao Yan are small children, the child's temperament is always so fluttering, let him envy, but also let him love. But this love has nothing to do with it.

A Qing emerged from the back of Jun Yue Ze, and fangs: "Miss Yan, how can you squint and say something, Ling Yu, which is gentle and quiet, clearly is the tigress!"

I can't help myself anymore, laughing and laughing, my waist can't stand up.

"A Qing, you are dead -!!" A violent sound rang on the street, attracting the attention of countless people, accompanied by A Qing's laughter, and roaring.

Jiang Da and Jiang Er were also full of smiles, and the original fears and panic were diluted a lot.

Even the face of the frosty little skull showed a smile.

Only Xuanmu’s expression is still so cold and indifferent, as if it is covered in layers of clouds, people can’t see his true emotions anyway.

Jun Yueze’s gaze couldn’t help but pass over his face and pause for a moment before he slowly moved away.

A few people did not care about the eyes of others, and the laughter came to a restaurant.

Said to be a restaurant, in fact, this is also an alternative brothel.

Because the restaurant is full of shuttles, not a shop, but a beautiful woman dressed in flowers and clothes.

Some of the guests who sit in the restaurant to eat, do not put these beautiful women in their eyes, but also some face intoxicated, color and soul, staring at the looming graceful drooling of those women.

There are also some guests who have directly put out the spar on the table, and those beautiful women will put them on their waists, or sit on their laps, or snuggle in their arms and sing along with the wine.

After satiating, if Lang is interested, paying enough money, you can naturally go to the second and third floor of the private room and enjoy a gentle township.

After a few of them sat down, naturally there were several girls coming together. The sounds of laughter and laughter were interspersed between them, as if they were tweaking their heartstrings and asking them if they wanted to taste it.

Looking at two of the girls, I couldn't help but frown, and there was a chill in my eyes.

Because the two girls look at the roots of the bones and even the age of twenty, not smaller than her, repairing is only the period of coagulation and foundation.

Even in the world of the past, such a girl is just a young adult, like a flower bud, the age of protection.

In Siam, they are more petite as children, no matter how physical or spiritual, they are just the age of growth.

However, such an underage girl has already had to show up here and sell her body.

Moreover, I have also heard that the "妓~女" of Fulongjie is not an ordinary 妓~女, but has an excellent body. Those monks who come here to enjoy the past are not only happy, but also beneficial to their cultivation.

However, who would have thought about how miserable the girls who have been used as a stove for the ages?

Xiao Yan’s cold face drove away the girls who came to solicit business, just let them put the signature dishes of this restaurant out.

The girls were still disappointed and resentful. When they saw the spar placed on the table, they immediately became disappointed and became happy. They told the people to prepare the dishes.