Wife is Outrageous: His Evil Highness Comes Knocking

Qi Luoer jumped in his heart and subconsciously refused: "No! Not tomorrow!"

Yue Wuzhen raised her eyebrows and said in surprise: "Why not tomorrow? Xiao Luoer, you don't want to go out and play?"

Oops, almost leaking!

Qi Luoer was a little panicked, and anxious, he said, "I ... I'm inconvenient!"

inconvenient?

Yue Wu frowned, "What's the inconvenience?"

"I ... my stomach hurts ..."

Qi Luoer found the most lame reason.

stomachache?

Month frowned.

The next moment, Yue Wuzhi's fingers had caught her pulse.

Well, the pulse is smooth, it doesn't seem to be sick.

Besides, what's the relationship between a stomach ache now and a trip tomorrow?

"Are you sure you will have a stomachache tomorrow?"

Yuewu looked at her with a smile.

Qi Luoer sweated one.

She feared that Wuyue would be suspicious, holding her belly and had to continue to lie: "I ... I have a problem with dysmenorrhea, I am here ..."

"Dysmenorrhea? Here?"

Yue Wu's eyebrows were raised high, "What do you mean? Where do you come from?"

Qi Luoer hurried and called out: "It's the moon thing, the one that a woman comes once a month!"

When she was in a hurry, her voice was also loud.

Yue Wuyi is not a fool, and naturally understands what she means. Sulking.

This girl is really bold, and such things are so loud.

Qi Luoer was extremely depressed.

She is also an iron-clad special force in modern times, and she can be regarded as a simple and calm model.

As soon as Shimi met Wuyi this month, she repeatedly broke through her skills.

Wuyue was born to her this month! definitely is!

"As soon as you come there, your stomach hurts?" Yue Wuzhen continued to play with the spirit of the curious baby.

Qi Luoer bowed his head depressedly: "Yeah!"

Speaking of this Qi Luoer was depressed.

I think she practiced martial arts from a young age, her body is amazing.

It ’s so easy to learn, it ’s delicious to eat, but it has this kind of dysmenorrhea, and it still hurts to die.

There are so many days of her life that are not as good as her death every month ... oh! .