Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character is a Squeamish Bag

Han Qianlu angrily followed behind her.

After both of them went in, suddenly a gray figure emerged from the corner of the wall, tiptoed over, closed the door quietly, and locked it directly.

Su Nuo walked around under the fence, looked at the persimmon tree, raised her soft white face, and her eyes were shining.

"so high."

Su Nuo sighed.

"It's so tall, how do you pick persimmons? You need a ladder for this one."

Han Qianlu raised her eyes to take a look, then quickly walked up to Su Nuo, and grabbed Su Nuo.

"Well, hurry up and get the ladder."

Su Nuo looked at the persimmon tree flickeringly, nodded, and followed Han Qianlu to the door.

Han Qianlu tugged at the door, unable to open it for a long time.

"The door was locked from the outside."

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

Han Qianlu was so angry that he kept beating on the door with both hands.

His hands were all red, and he didn't hear a sound from outside.

"Hey, please help me out."

Han Qianlu turned her head again, and there was no sign of Su Nuo beside her.

Han Qianlu shuddered from the cold wind blowing from nowhere, and ran towards the persimmon tree again in fright.

Sure enough, as soon as he passed by, he saw Su Nuo wandering around under the persimmon tree.

The sunlight came in and hit Su Nuo's soft and white face, and the slender eyelashes also left a small shadow on the lower eyelid.

Kind of good looking, kind of cute.

Han Qianlu glared at her viciously, the vixen seduced Brother Mo.

The bad breath that was originally locked in, I really want to vent it out quickly.

Holding the whip, she walked towards Su Nuo with a gloomy face.

When he was approaching, a whip was raised high, and it was whipped towards Su Nuo.

Su Nuo noticed, grabbed her whip with his backhand, and whipped her backhand.

"Ah..." Han Qianlu screamed in pain, and the birds on the tree fluttered their wings in fright and flew away.

At this time, the little eunuch who was still hiding in the corner outside had a smile on his face before leaving the corner.

Han Qianlu saw Su Nuo coming with a whip in his hands, covered his head with his hands, and screamed again.

However, Su Nuo threw the whip under her feet, and Han Qianlu, who covered her head with her hands, stared at her, not knowing why.

Su Nuo pinched the hairball on the side of her waist with one hand, and said softly, "You use the whip to whip the branches, and help me beat down the persimmons, I want to eat them."

After finishing speaking, seeing that Han Qianlu hadn't moved, she kicked the whip again with her toes.

Han Qianlu looked at the hot back of her hand being beaten, and tears flowed down her face.

She picked up the whip and whipped it hard on the top of her head, slapping a persimmon that had been eaten by a bird, and it fell limply.

It directly confused Han Qianlu's face.

Han Qianlu burst into tears, "It's so dirty, it's so dirty."

She raised her head, and no one helped her, she secretly glanced at Su Nuo, and saw that she was still playing with the fur ball indifferently.

Han Qianlu was crying while wiping her face with a handkerchief.

"Hurry up and beat the persimmons."

Su Nuo saw her slowly, and said something softly.

In this way, until the tip of the willow on the moon.

Only then did I hear footsteps coming from outside, and there was a loud bang, and the door was knocked open by someone outside.

Holding a soft persimmon in Su Nuo's hand, she turned slightly, and looked at Mo Liushuang who came by the starlight, his face was covered with frost, and his slender cold eyes were also full of cruel light.