Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

"Chopping wood?!"

The corner of Chong Ai's mouth twitched slightly, he never expected that the sword that everyone wanted was actually used by Rong Shaoqing to chop wood.

This is not just overkill, but a waste of money!

[Host, it's up to you now, come on. 】Fan Jiujiu went back to the space after speaking.

Chong Ai felt very tired, her two broken legs were numb, and she felt a little depressed.

"Girl, have something to eat." Aunt Yang walked in with a bowl of hot noodles.

Chong Ai's mouth curled into a slight smile and said, "Thank you, Auntie, I'm not hungry yet, I want to sleep for a while now."

"Then you wake up later, and I'll help you warm it up again." Aunt Yang put the noodles on the table, came over to help Chong Ai lay back on the quilt, and said, "You take good care of your injuries, and you will get better in a few days. "

The woman's face was merciful and kind, and she did not refute it.

"Young Master Rong lives next door?" she asked tentatively.

Aunt Yang smiled, with a look I understand in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Shaoqing's child lives next door. He studies at home on weekdays, and occasionally comes over to help with small things."

Chong Ai was heartbroken by Aunt Yang's gaze, and her body was not very comfortable, so she said slyly: "Auntie, I'll rest first."

"Okay, go to sleep." Aunt Yang closed the door behind her face.

Chong Ai didn't know how long she slept.

When I woke up, the light rain outside stopped, a spring breeze blew, and the crystal water droplets on the plantains in the courtyard slowly fell.

"Aunt Yang?" she called.

There was no immediate response from outside.

"Aunt Yang." She called again.

For a moment.

The door was pushed open with a creak.

A slender cyan figure came over, stood not far away, and said warmly, "Girl, Aunt Yang has gone to the field, what's the matter with you?"

Chong Ai's face turned red.

First, the physical problem made her a little embarrassed.

Second, she did not expect him to come into the house.

"It's okay." She said uncomfortably.

Rong Shaoqing looked at the girl on the bed, her beautiful face was dyed with a hint of crimson, and she was blushing in white, which was indescribably beautiful.

It's just that her expression was a little weird.

"Is it really okay?" He thought of her injury and asked Guan You.

"I'm fine." Chong Ai glanced at him sideways, with a trace of resentment in his expression, why is he still here!

Rong Shaoqing saw that she didn't look right, took a step forward, walked closer, and said, "Girl, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, and I will try my best to help you."

Chong Ai: "...!"

God, why is she such a cripple, she must heal her legs!

"Girl...?" Rong Shaoqing frowned before waiting for her answer.

"get out."

There was only one man and one woman in the room, and the atmosphere became ambiguous. Rong Shaoqing didn't know what to think, a suspicious red flashed across Junmei's face.

"Girl, then I'm going out. If you have anything, just call me by my name. My name is Rong Shaoqing."

Chong Ai gave a perfunctory hum.

Rong Shaoqing paused, turned around and opened the door to go out.

Chong Ai's face was helpless, what else could he do, he could only hold back.

Fortunately, Aunt Yang came back after a while. After solving the physiological problem, Chong Ai lay on the bed and summoned the system.

"Fan Jiujiu, I can't take it anymore, I want to recover and recover!"

[Host, you always open plug-ins and don't work hard at all, this is not good. 】

Chong Ai gave it a cool look, and said, "It's silly to have a plug-in that can't be opened."

[Host, you can practice the Holy Poison Sutra. 】