Meng Zhao was a little dry-mouthed after scolding her, but when he looked up, he saw Qingying's expression was calm, not even frowning.

Seeing her like this, he became even angrier. It turned out that he had scolded her for a long time but she didn't listen at all. His scolding was in vain

, right? Meng Zhao was so angry that he put down his chopsticks heavily and didn't even eat his rice. He asked the servant to push him away, away from Qingying, so that he wouldn't be annoyed.

As soon as Meng Zhao left, Qingying's expression softened instantly, no longer with a stern face of a beautiful woman.

She sat on the chair, picked up a pair of clean chopsticks, and started to eat.

This rich family is different. Even for a lunch, even if only the eldest son is eating alone, there will be more than a dozen dishes.

Mrs. Meng came over just now, and the kitchen added six more dishes.

The table was filled with dishes, and several of them were untouched.

Qingying tasted all the untouched dishes, and they tasted good, so she simply opened her stomach and ate her fill, which made up for her kneeling all morning.

In the evening, after dinner, Meng Zhao wanted to take a medicinal bath.

Xiaoni carried Meng Zhao into the bathtub and then stepped back.

Qingying took a bath towel, stood behind Meng Zhao, and scrubbed him.

In the mist, she saw the man's broad and strong naked back, and her cheeks couldn't help but blush slightly.

Maybe it was because she didn't see the naked body of men very often, so she was still a little shy.

Qingying lowered her head and scrubbed the man's back seriously.

Meng Zhao closed his eyes and leaned lazily on the tub. He ordered: "Don't keep rubbing the back, rub the front as well."

Upon hearing this, Qingying walked around to the front and scrubbed Meng Zhao's chest gently.

The man's chest is flat and broad, with tight muscles, smooth lines and full of strength.

Although he is crippled, he is in good shape.

After Qingying washed her chest, she moved her small hands down Meng Zhao's abdomen.

Do you need to wash here too?

What he said about washing the front should also include here.

Qingying hesitated for a while, then held the man's penis hidden under the water through a wet bath towel and rubbed it.

The rough bath towel rubbed against his sensitive penis, and Meng Zhao's body stiffened. He frowned and said in a low voice: "Meng Wu, how dare you! Do you want to climb into my bed too?"

Meng Wu was the male servant who served Meng Zhao on weekdays.

Before Meng Zhao broke his leg, he was handsome, tall and graceful, and had a pure temperament. All the maids who served him in the yard wanted to climb into his bed.

But he was upright and not obsessed with women. He thought those maids who seduced him all day long were annoying.

In a rage, he dismissed all the maids in the yard and replaced them with male servants.

Only then did his ears begin to clear.

Meng Zhao waited for a while, but did not hear Meng Wu admit his mistake.

He opened his eyes and saw Aoying standing quietly in front of the tub through a layer of mist. Her little hand reached into the water and was tightly holding his vitals.

"What are you doing here?"

When he saw it was Aoying, Meng Zhaojun's face darkened and he was a little unhappy.

He stepped back and pressed his body against the wall of the tub behind him, and began to be alert.

This woman, is she going to tie him up again and do that dirty thing?

What a reckless, shameless, and greedy woman!

Meng Zhao shouted to the outside of the door: "Meng Wu, come in quickly and drive this woman out."

"Young Master, don't waste your breath, Meng Wu will not come in."

Qingying rubbed the half-soft flesh under the man's crotch through the thin bath towel and said: "Madam said that Meng Wu is a male servant with rough hands and feet, and he is not thoughtful. From now on, I will be the one to take care of your bathing."

"Well..." Meng Zhao gritted his teeth and resisted the woman's intentional or unintentional teasing.

He grabbed her slender wrist, looked at her coldly, and warned in a cold voice: "Be well-behaved, wash well, don't touch randomly, you don't need to wash this place."

The man's hand was very strong, pinching Qingying a little painfully.

He was not drugged, and when he was sober, even if his legs were crippled, she was still no match for him.

"Yes, please let go, young master."

Meng Zhao glanced at her and took his hand back.

Qingying didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, and immediately behaved herself, raising her hand to gently wash the man's chest and the area under his abdomen, without touching it again.

Author: Zhuzhu~ Come to my bowl quickly