Chapter 877

What does it mean to drink what kind of milk?

He Yunting froze for a moment.

The thing just now was silky and dense, and the taste was so good. After he drank it into his mouth, he didn't even have time to let it spin around in his mouth, so he swallowed it with a gurgle.

He thought that this thing was the product of milk or other milk processed by Zhao Yi.

Now Zhao Yi suddenly asked what kind of milk he was, and He Yunting felt chills on the back of his spine.

"What the hell did you make me drink!"

Fuck!

He Yunting felt a little nauseous, but it seemed like he couldn't vomit at all. His body fit the thing very well, and he might have digested it all.

He couldn't stand up now, seeing Zhao Yi standing beside the bed smiling maliciously, He Yunting's lungs were about to explode, and with a sweep of his hand, the things on the bedside table jingled and smashed to the ground.

The glass from which he had just drank milk fell to the floor and broke into pieces. The milk stains adhering to the wall of the glass were suddenly exposed to the air. In an instant, He Yunting felt that the room was full of the smell of Qiao Yi.

Zhao Yi knelt down, picked up the fragments one by one, and smiled meaningfully: "Don't get angry, this is a major breakthrough in my research.

You see how much you like this taste, I just follow your preferences, since you like Qiao Yi so much, I found you a woman who is 100% similar to her, this thing is her milk, didn’t you drink it yesterday You are very happy, why do you have such a big opinion when I asked her to squeeze out the milk for you and put it in a cup today?

Or, if you want the original one, then I'll order it for you—ah, what are you doing! He Yunting, why are you crazy! "

Before Zhao Yi could finish his sentence, the furious He Yunting pulled his belt and threw him on the bed.

He leaned forward, snatched the shards of glass from his hand, turned his wrist, and pressed the sharp point on his aorta.

"I asked you to cure me, not to call chicken for me, Zhao Yi, did I treat you so well that you forgot, who is in charge of this place!"

He Yunting's whole body was full of hostility, and the scale-like silver lines on the right cheek were faintly visible, and his hateful eyes did not conceal his killing intent at the moment.

"You, you, be careful, don't shake your hands!" Zhao Yi knew that he had made a big joke, regretted it secretly, and was about to explain.

Suddenly, a sweet voice came from behind the two, with surprise: "Are you awake?"

I haven't seen her for two years. The genes in Qiao Yi's body continue to mutate. Especially after giving birth, her femininity has become more and more prominent, and her voice has become thinner and brighter than before. The voice of Qiao Yi was associated together.

He Yunting turned around impatiently, his eyes met, he heard the pounding heartbeat from his chest.

Today's Qiao Yi has changed the long white dress from yesterday. That dress has been completely scrapped, and died at the hands of this barbaric man in front of him. He really thinks it's broken even if he uses it as a rag.

The bright yellow skirt on her body was bought by He Er at the last minute. It's not her style at all, it's a bit too lively and playful, she is a young woman who has given birth, how can such clothes be suitable, especially this clothes are not good for breastfeeding, I went downstairs to feed the babies just now, after feeding for a long time, the babies did not After taking two bites, the howling sound almost lifted the ceiling. (Are you sure it wasn't the babies who smelled a strange smell from ×× and knew that someone had eaten their rations before crying?)