Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The room exuding an aura of luxury was turned red.

After a long time, Meng Qinghuai finally walked out of bed with his strong body naked, sweating profusely, and poured himself a large glass of water.

Gulu gulu drank it all in one gulp to replenish the water consumed by the body.

There was a sound of getting dressed, and a beautiful woman in her twenties with an oval face, charming eyes, and an extremely charming appearance stepped out from behind the gauze curtain of the big bed.

The chest is high, standing proudly and erect despite the gravity, which is a rare beauty for men.

"Ms. sir, I feel like you have become more and more energetic recently. The slave family is a little overwhelmed. It seems that it won't be long before you have more sisters to take care of you."

Meng Qinghuai also felt full of energy recently. He touched the woman's delicate and charming face and said with a smile,

"Perhaps it's thanks to the ginseng tea you made. I always feel that after drinking it, I have an indescribable energy. And the more I drink, the more I want to drink. I think I can't do without your tea-making skills in this life. ”

He is not a womanizer like Meng Zhao, but he is not a womanizer either.

In total, he only raised two women and bought two large houses to hide his daughters in golden houses.

And he is also very good to them, asking for everything and asking for help, he is a good man.

But he is definitely not a good person. These two women originally had happy families and husbands, but Meng Qinghuai was just a good wife, so he spent a lot of money to break up their families and then occupied them. The other party's wife.

For the past two days, he had been staying in the mansion he bought for Wang Ji, living in a state of intoxication and enjoying the gentle countryside. He was also surprised to find that Wang Ji had learned a very good tea-making skill, which he liked very much.

But soon, the maid waiting outside the room knocked on the door and said that someone wanted to see Meng Qinghuai, and she came from the Meng Mansion. This made Meng Qinghuai, who still wanted to fight again, instantly lose interest and hurriedly walked out of the house. .

Although he enjoys the gentle countryside, he is also ambitious. The higher he climbs, the stronger his own strength will be. In the future, he will be able to get wind and rain, and he can afford to support more women.

Speaking of this, Meng Qinghuai looked down on Meng Zhao's hypocritical manner. He obviously had so much power and resources, but his life was not as colorful as his. It was a waste of natural resources.

If it were him, most of the beautiful wives in the streets and alleys of the city would have multiple husbands.

After a while, the maid who had knocked on the door to announce opened the door and walked in cautiously.

At this time, Wang Ji had disappeared from the charming and generous face she had when she faced Meng Qinghuai. Her face was full of meanness. When she saw the little maid entering the door, she rushed over and slapped her twice on her tender little face. After a crackling sound, she felt her hands There was a slight pain in his stomach, so he pulled the maid's hair and hit her twice hard, and said angrily,

"You blind bitch, can't you see that I am trying my best to please the master?

Do you really think you don’t have to pay for food and clothing now? If one day I fall out of favor, you will never have a good life. "

Wang Ji still has a strong sense of worry. She knows that her current glory is not reliable. Men are always new and hate the old. If one day they fall out of favor and are thrown into the cold palace, everything they have now will be in vain.

Therefore, he only focused on pleasing Meng Qinghuai, not only to compete for favor, but also to gain more benefits, so that even if he was kicked out in the future, he would not be left with nothing.

The little maid had two slap marks on her delicate face, and the bun on her head was torn and messy. Because of the pain, she lowered her head and sobbed softly, not daring to talk back, let alone fight back.

"Okay, don't cry. Let me ask you, how about the thing I want you to do? Have you got the prescription?"

"Uh-huh, husband, no, no, he didn't want the money I gave him, so he gave me a packet of medicinal powder and said that he would only give you the prescription if the wife promised to accompany him one more time."

Wang Ji's beautiful eyes glared fiercely, she picked up the cosmetic bottle in her hand and threw it at the little maid. The little maid dodged and the bottle fell to the ground and broke into more than a dozen pieces with a click, taking the cosmetic powder inside with it. Scattered all over the floor.

"Trash, trash, you can't even handle such a small thing."

However, he did not continue to beat or scold him. After calming down, he hummed,

“That damn ghost used to be honest and incompetent, but now he has more tricks and courage.

Okay, you go and tell him, I will accompany him again and ask him to hand over the prescription quickly.

Considering the relationship between me and him as husband and wife, I will not treat him badly.

But if he has any evil thoughts again, Meng Qinghuai is not someone to be trifled with. Crushing him to death would be like squeezing an ant to death.

By the way, where is the medicine this time? "

Hearing this, the little girl hurriedly dug around on her left and right sides, and finally took out a small bag made of yellow paper from the middle of her waist and handed it to Wang Ji.

Wang Ji glared at the stupid little girl fiercely, opened the yellow paper, revealing the white powder inside, with a faint fragrance, and nodded with satisfaction,

"It's not bad. This time the amount is a bit more than last time. It's enough to make tea for a week.

Huh, I wonder if that bitch will go crazy with anger if she knows that my husband has been staying here for so long. "

The little maid wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes at this time, endured the burning pain on her face, and echoed,

"She will definitely be mad at her. Madam now has this medicinal tea to attract me. It won't take long for me to forget about that bitch. By then, madam may actually get married to me."

These words exposed Wang Ji's scars again. In the final analysis, she and the other woman were just mistresses that Meng Qinghuai kept secretly, not even concubines.

If one day I can become the real wife of Meng Qinghuai, then I will be truly proud and proud. When I walk outside, I will have the confidence to talk to those bejeweled ladies on an equal footing.

Unlike now, I usually have to avoid those people to avoid being treated as a shameless vixen and being taught a lesson.

"You little bitch, why are you bringing this up? Hurry up and prepare some tea. When the master comes back, I want to give him a surprise. Go quickly."

The little girl responded crisply, holding up her skirt and ran out the door. However, the moment she walked out, there was a hint of coldness on her drooping face, which was completely different from the submissive image she had before.

In the guest room in the front hall, Meng Qinghuai finally learned the news from his informant that Meng Zhao had left the house. He was overjoyed and laughed out loud. He was so cheerful that it could be said that he had not seen anything since he was sensible. suffered.

There was a blazing fire in his eyes, and he was already thinking about how he would train his subordinates, expand his business, recruit experts, and promote the second house after Meng Zhao died and took over the second house.

"By the way, it seems that brat Meng Zhao has recently raised a beautiful maid to serve her. I heard she's quite pretty.

When he dies, I will help him take care of this maid.

It is best to do things in front of his soul, that is the happiest enjoyment in life. "

It must be said that this person's hobbies are even worse than Cao, a famous wife in the war-torn times of the Middle Ages.