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

The handsome man heard this and revealed a shallow smile, "Just a petty trick, not as clever as the young lady's methods."


"Don't flatter me with high hats." Bei Lingsu raised an eyebrow and then couldn't help shaking her head, "With such skills, why don't you enter the Palace and sell the art of immortality to the Emperor? Instead of taking such shortcuts, why stay in this remote wilderness engaging in deeds that diminish one's virtue? Are you stupid?"


The question was impolite, but the handsome man wasn't angry. With another slight smile, he said, "That old man in the Palace isn't easy to fool."


At this, Yang Ye couldn't help but nod like a pecking chicken.


Exactly, his Grandpa Emperor was the shrewdest.


Bei Lingsu rolled her eyes and said, "Shouldn't you report your name? That way, it'll be convenient for me to mention this matter when I go back to my elders."


"A name is just a code, the young lady may call me Bei Yun."


Chapter 1222: Our Own People, Our Own People_1