Chapter 238 Sister, I want money

Speaking of "silver", Sister Jiang is the most unrestrained of all the female protagonists.

Nanzhu's wife studied medicine, and she knew a lot of things, but she was too embarrassed to say them out loud.

Sister Yinyun knew, but she didn't say it, but she would do it.

Ziruo's wife didn't know anything at all, and she is still at the stage of getting pregnant by touching lips, and there is no sign of improvement.

He Yunxiao's routine of asking Sister Jiang for silver is actually similar to the routine of "Iceberg Beauty".

He Yunxiao pushed open the door of Sister Jiang's boudoir, and pounced on Sister Jiang without closing the door.

Jiang Wuyou had just met his subordinates, and was sitting at the reception table at the door, dressed neatly. She was startled when she saw He Yunxiao coming, and before she could say anything, she was hugged by the eager boy.

He Yunxiao hugged Sister Jiang and rubbed his head against her soft body, "Sister Wuyou, your He Yunxiao misses you so much."

Jiang Wuyou naturally missed her lover, and now she was hugged by Xiong, unable to move and inconvenient to refuse, so she urged: "Yunxiao, the door is not closed."

He Yunxiao said: "No hurry, I will collect the interest owed by my sister first."

Jiang Wuyou urged: "Close the door."

He Yunxiao used his inner strength and hearing to scan the surroundings. There was no voice, so he didn't need to worry about the door.

He let go of Jiang Wuyou's body, bent down in front of her, lifted her chin with his fingers, and then stared at her eyes with affection.

Jiang Wuyou naturally knew what was going to happen, but her body was soft in her lover's hug just now, and now she couldn't muster up any energy.

She said weakly: "Yunxiao, close the door first... um... um..."

If the leader of the Snake Tiger Gang saw this scene, he would definitely be very disappointed. The envoy, who he had high hopes for, could barely protect himself in front of He Yunxiao, let alone teach him a lesson.

Jiang Wuyou's little pink fist hit He Yunxiao, but it had no effect at all. Instead, his own strength to hit people became weaker and weaker.

As the most well-known lecher in Yinjing, He Yunxiao's learning ability in this regard is also worthy of his reputation.

After he and Sister Jiang asked for interest twice, they summed up the rules.

Wuyou's wife is different from Sister Yinyun. Sister Yinyun cooperated with him to death. Even if she couldn't hold her breath, she had to eat and feel comfortable before talking about anything else. So when He Yunxiao contacted Sister Du, each time was not long, and he frequently left time for her to breathe.

But Wuyou's wife is different.

Wuyou's wife may always be on guard in her heart because she always thinks of "not giving money, only giving interest", and at the same time she will resist slightly. She will try to push herself away whenever she has a chance, although she doesn't have much strength every time.

He Yunxiao's strategy for dealing with this kind of thing is to shorten her breathing time, basically waiting for her to take a breath and not wait to exhale, so that she has no chance to exhale again.

Jiang Wuyou has not been able to get enough oxygen, and her head has been dizzy. She didn't know how many times she was asked to take the "interest" once a day.

Later, when she had enough oxygen, she felt an arm stretching out from her knees, and then the whole person flew into the air, and it seemed that He Yunxiao was holding her horizontally in his arms.

He Yunxiao picked up Sister Jiang skillfully, walked into the inner room, put her on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, kissed her face and said, "I'll go close the door."

Jiang Wuyou's face was red, and she took advantage of He Yunxiao's rare time to leave to quickly take out the information about the rivers and lakes on her body and hide it.

He Yunxiao closed the door and immediately returned. Wuyou's wife was leaning on the bed at this time. At first glance, it really felt like a wife waiting for her husband to go to bed.

"My wife..."

Jiang Wuyou's face was flushed by He Yunxiao's call.

"It's too early." She said.

Jiang Wuyou saw He Yunxiao approaching with ill intentions. Judging from the posture, he was here to collect debts again.

"Yunxiao, stop collecting interest. If you collect more, you will have to collect it for next year."

On weekdays, He Yunxiao only thought that Sister Jiang had a good figure, but now that Sister Jiang was in bed, He Yunxiao only thought that she was a seductive fairy.

The chest, hips, waist and legs, while maintaining the extreme curves and sensuality, are simply perfect.

"Wuyou, you are so beautiful..."

Jiang Wuyou saw that He Yunxiao was a little impulsive, so she took the initiative to move into the bed.

When He Yunxiao approached the edge of the bed and Jiang Wuyou had nowhere to hide, she could only grit her teeth, stretch her hands straight, support her upper body behind her back, and at the same time stretch out her white jade feet, with her toes against He Yunxiao's chest, to prevent him from moving forward.

He Yunxiao reached out and grabbed the snow-white ankle of the little foot on his chest.

Jiang Wuyou was anxious. If she continued like this, something bad might happen. It was not that she was unwilling to give the "silver" to He Yunxiao, but now was not the time to give it.

Now their identities were like heaven and earth, and they were mortal enemies. If she did not give the silver, she could withdraw and forget each other. If she gave the silver, she would be entangled with him for the rest of her life.

If things went well in the future and she could show her new face to others, she would give it. If things did not go well in the future, her identity was exposed, or Emperor Yan did not let her go, she would have to be decisive and not implicate him.

If she was entangled with him now, she would be reluctant and uncomfortable, which would only delay things.

"Yunxiao!"

He Yunxiao turned a deaf ear to him. He grabbed Sister Jiang's ankle with his hand, and with a force, he pulled her under him.

Jiang Wuyou knew that he could not do this, so he hardened his heart, sat up, and slapped He Yunxiao in the face.

After the fight, Jiang Wuyou regretted it very much.

"Xiao'er, does it hurt?"

He Yunxiao touched his face and said in surprise: "Sister, are you serious about not allowing me just now?"

Jiang Wuyou said angrily: "Of course I am serious. Am I lying to you?"

"But when I collected the interest before, sister was not angry at all."

Jiang Wuyou was touched by the soft spot, and blushed and said: "That's different. The 'interest' was negotiated, and this was said before."

Jiang Wuyou sat on the edge of the bed, and He Yunxiao squatted down and looked at her.

"Sister, then I want the interest again, okay?"

"No."

He Yunxiao went up to her, but he didn't take advantage, but learned from Jiang Wuyou to teach Jiang Chenyue to tickle Sister Jiang's itch.

He Yunxiao saw for the first time what the real "rain hitting banana leaves" and "flower branches shaking" meant.

Jiang Wuyou was teased by He Yunxiao and had no choice but to repeat the trick, stepping on his chest with his toes to push him.

Jiang Wuyou is a dancer, so her body is very resilient and strong. With this kick, she really pushed He Yunxiao out, and he fell to the ground, covering his butt and screaming.

At first, Jiang Wuyou was still laughing at He Yunxiao, but after half a breath, she immediately realized that something was wrong.

She didn't even bother to put on her shoes, and her white little feet stepped directly on the cold and slightly chilly wooden floor.

Jiang Wuyou put all her heart on He Yunxiao, and she didn't feel whether her feet were cold or not. She took two steps to He Yunxiao, knelt down, and helped him lean against her.

He Yunxiao had been trained by the Soul Devouring Pill, and ordinary pain couldn't do anything to him. It hurt, but it was bearable.

But he screamed even harder now.

He Yunxiao leaned on Wuyou's wife's soft, warm, and fragrant body, and felt more and more that the saying "the crying child gets the milk" was not a joke.

It was true.

Or it was a double entendre.