章 1177: My gentle tyrant (55)

"What will you give me?" Ji Rong blinked.

"I'll give you a green hat," Fu Shang replied expressionlessly.

Ji Rong was speechless.

"I'll get someone to take her away immediately, and this kind of thing will never appear in front of you again," Ji Rong said.

His face instantly turned serious.

What a joke.

Madam was angry. What if she really made him a cuckold?

He definitely couldn't bear to do anything to Chuchu.

Then he could only ... She lay on the floor and cried silently.

He thought about that scene.

Ji Rong couldn't help but shiver. This was absolutely impossible.

*

As for the other side.

There was a figure sitting on the roof of some house.

The black-robed young man.

There was a sword at his waist and a pot of wine beside him. At this time, he was looking up at the moon in a daze, a bit of sadness flashing through his beautiful and clear eyes.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol.

Yu Li showed a rare emotion.