Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Yang Ye, filled with melancholy, drank the millet porridge from the bowl spoon by spoon, sitting alone at the dining table.


The vast Wang Residence was eerily quiet.


Thinking of Qiao Xiaomai's stubborn demeanor added to the deafening silence.


Mindlessly eating some other dishes, he found them tasteless. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the food on the table be cleared away.


He then stood up and walked toward the courtyard.


The moonlight was cold and desolate, casting a ghastly pallor all around.


His phoenix eyes stared at the moon for a moment before he let out an involuntary sigh.


Since he left the palace at fifteen to build his own residence, seven years had passed. For all this time, he was used to washing up and sleeping right after dinner, occasionally going out with friends for drinks. This routine was commonplace until he met Qiao Xiaomai, which added a layer of sorrow out of nowhere.


Chapter 721: Special Supply for the Royal