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This is exactly the difference between her and plump mature women like Tu Shan Yuelian and girls like Su Mengyao.
It was precisely because of this mature and immature young woman's style with a hint of youth that Han Mo's first reaction when he saw her dressing up as a stay-at-home wife was to nod his head and look him up and down.
Shang Xiufang naturally realized that there was something wrong with her outfit.
According to Han Mo, she will play the role of a newlywed, virtuous and kind-hearted housewife.
This outfit is indeed homely enough, but it is too short, so shameful!
The main reason is that her long legs are exposed, and these strange fish-mouth high heels are too tempting, and it is difficult not to make men think of something.
But she didn't say much at the time. She thought Han Mo was going to play the husband, and she was going to play the wife at home, so it didn't matter if she wore less clothes at home.
But then, more and more things went wrong.
Han Mo first found a wedding ring used by Taoist couples when they got married, and put it on the ring finger of her right hand.
Then he found a canvas that could be rubbed by the projection stone, and printed a portrait of her and a black-and-white portrait of another man, and hung them on the wall, one on the left and the other on the right.
This man is none other than our green-haired... great grievance, Yan Xiao, who will temporarily play the role of useless husband.
Well, why is he a useless husband?
Why black and white photos?
Why doesn't Han Mo play the husband?
Shang Xiufang didn't know, but she knew that she couldn't refuse Han Mo's request.
Then, the acting began.
Shang Xiufang immersed herself in cooking, chopping vegetables for a while, stirring the stew pot with a spoon for a while, and taking a ladle of the thick soup carefully prepared for her "husband" to taste it.
After doing all this, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a very serious expression.
She looks like a virtuous wife.
But because her exquisite and plump body was swinging around the stove, the short dress could not completely hide it, and the beautiful spring scene was just exposed.
At this moment, a man forcefully broke into the kitchen, but this man was not the "husband" in the portrait on the wall...
What followed was a scene she experienced. In the end, Shang Xiufang couldn't help but asked:
"Han Mo, what kind of drama is this?"
"The name of this play is "The Coerced Wife", or "Madam, you don't want your husband to lose his job."
Han Mo's answer made Shang Xiufang stunned.
Although she had some trouble understanding the second name, she still roughly understood the first one, and was therefore confused.
Could it be that Han Mo would be happy if he played the role of a threatened wife?
"Han Mo, do you like wives?"
"Nonsense, am I, Han Mo, that kind of astringent person? Am I the kind of Cao thief who likes wives?"
Han Mo immediately denied Shang Xiufang's conjecture, looking proud and proud.
"It's just that this drama is more interesting. Let's continue!"
After listening to Han Mo's words, she hesitated for a while, and finally obeyed Han Mo's instructions, mustered up the courage, and continued acting according to Han Mo's script:
"Okay, I, I promise you, but you have to keep your word, woo woo~"
As Shang Xiufang spoke, she pondered her emotions for a while, and by the end of the sentence, she looked like she was about to cry, looking pitiful.
I have to say, she does have some acting talent.
Even after saying this, she closed her eyes as if accepting her fate, and quietly took off her vacuum apron, and then her underwear.
Then he took the initiative to lean into Han Mo's arms.
"Okay, that's fine."
Han Mo's original plan was to stop the drama at this point.
In this way, it can be regarded as a test of Shang Xiufang's obedience to him.
Judging from the results, this aloof fairy was actually willing to do such a shameful thing, which obviously showed that his obedience level was maxed out.
He had no intention of going any further.
After all, he had already spent a lot of money just to dye Shang Xiufang's golden elixir.
Although the foundation is perfectly established, sometimes you still need to know a little bit of restraint.
"This is just a simple test!"
"Stay away from eroticism and cherish life."
"Good kidneys lead to a good life, Huiren Shenbao..."
"I don't like married women. I'm not obsessed with married women!"
He even recited some quitting quotes in his mind to relieve his tense emotions.
But what was lucky was that Shang Xiufang took the initiative to lean in at this time, her heart was close to him, and she took the initiative to say something that was not in the script:
"You can do whatever you want to me, as long as, as long as... you don't tell my husband... that thing..."
"..."
For a moment, Han Mo felt a throbbing deep in his DNA.
He lowered his head subconsciously, only to see the young woman's exquisite face that was about to cry, her pitiful expression, and the words that she chose.
boom--!
It was as if an active volcano was erupting in his mind, and he couldn't hold himself any longer.
So, no surprise...
The wife’s hair was disheveled, and the ring on her ring finger fell to the ground.
Finally, the thick soup carefully prepared for "husband" in the pot,
Even on the portrait of Yan Xiao on the wall, I don’t know if it’s because the two of them were making too much noise or for some other reason.
Bang~!
Yan Xiao's black and white photo was blown off by a gust of wind and fell into the thick soup spread all over the floor, suddenly covered with a layer of filth.
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At the same time, one of the six sects in the Burning Flame Valley, Boiling Yangyang, oh no, it was Yan Xiao himself, was letting out a burst of hearty laughter:
"Hahahahaha, I finally won the outer gate competition, so that I can officially enter the inner gate of Burning Flame Valley.
In this way, I can learn various secret techniques of Fenyan Valley and quickly increase my strength.
Great, after I finish my studies and come out, I will definitely make that little bitch Jun Ruohan look good! "
At this moment, Yan Xiao seemed to be in a good mood because he had gained the qualification to join the inner sect of Burning Flame Valley.
That's right, Burning Flame Valley.
He did not join the Galaxy Sword Sect. He had the Fire Spirit Root and chose to join the Burning Rock Valley, and he joined the sect one month earlier than Han Mo.
After joining the Burning Sun Valley, because of his cultivation during the Qi training period, he still had to start as an outer disciple.
Fortunately, with his extraordinary talent and superb skills, he defeated many opponents in the outer sect competition, slapped many people who looked down on him in the face, and finally succeeded in gaining the qualification to join the inner sect.
The inner disciples are the true core disciples of a sect and can learn many core sect techniques that the outer disciples cannot learn.
In this way, he has taken another step towards becoming stronger, how can he not be happy?
But soon, someone poured cold water on him:
"Boy Yan, don't be too proud, even though you have successfully entered the Burning Flame Valley and joined the inner sect.
But you are already far behind Jun Nuohan in terms of cultivation. It is not easy to catch up with her in a short time.
It's also my fault that you didn't win the favor of the Forsaken Saint when you were in Jiyue Tower. Not only did you lose a big supporter, but you also lost a lot of cultivation resources. "
An old voice came from the ancient sword behind Yan Xiao, seeming to remind him not to be too proud.
However, after all, Yan Xiao is young and vigorous, suddenly recovered from a waste body to a genius, and gained so much in a short period of time, naturally he is a little unconvinced:
"Master, what you taught me is that it's just that the Forsaken Saint doesn't see me. I don't care about the Saint's favor. I will rely on my own efforts to successfully counterattack.
When I achieve great success in cultivation in the future, she will be lucky if I favor her. "
Yan Xiao seems to be obsessed with self-confidence.
If the old woman in the ancient sword were a modern person, she would definitely not be able to help complaining:
"Pu Xinnan, you are really good."
Unfortunately, she was not, so the old woman could only remind her again:
"It's a good thing that you have such self-confidence. However, cultivation does not happen overnight. You still have to work steadily and step by step..."
"Don't worry, Master. Sooner or later, one day, Jun Ruohan and the otherworldly saints will kneel down in front of me and lick my heels!"
And almost as soon as Yan Xiao finished speaking, Shang Xiufang quickly leaned down in the cabin.
At this moment, the aloof saint was already on her knees, cleaning up the room for her beloved man.
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This continued until noon, when Jun Ruohan and Su Mengyao also completed the entrance procedures and returned to Feizhou to say goodbye to Shang Xiufang.
After all, the other person would have to leave after being together for a while, so it would be unreasonable not to say goodbye.
However, when the two girls came to the flying boat, they bumped into Shang Xiufang, who was walking out of the cabin in the midday sun, stretching out her graceful curves.
Her long black hair lay lazily on her thin shoulders, and her white off-shoulder palace dress was like a bud waiting to bloom.
That delicate and beautiful face bathed in the sun gives people a sense of unreal beauty.
The first time she saw Shang Xiufang, Jun Ruohan narrowed her eyes.
Because, she keenly noticed something strange from Shang Xiufang.
For example, there was something weird about Shang Xiufang's walking posture at this moment. Under her snow-white palace dress, there were looming red scratches on her delicate, white arms.