2207: Qiaoqiao Is Angry

Qiaoqiao Is Angry

0Mo Kun: Why did he have a bad premonition?

He immediately tensed up at Qiao Mu's mention of a return gift.

"No, no need. You don't have to!" Mo Kun quickly added, "That, uh, Little Cousin-in-Law, you actually d-don't need to give a return gift."

Qiao Mu coldly swept him a glance. "Bring them over."

"What are you doing? Stop! Stop!" Mo Kun glared as he reflexively backed away again while hugging onto the big wooden armchair.

He glared at Qiao Mu vigilantly and frantically gestured to his two guards with his eyes.

Unfortunately, Lao Jiang had just helped up his eldest brother, who had coughed up blood. The both of them had sour expressions as they supported each other. They were afraid of getting beaten up by Crown Prince Mo so they momentarily stayed put.

A series of familiar snorts came from the door.

Mo Kun was hiding behind the big wooden armchair. His eyes turned round when he looked at the entrance.

A group of buff men were hoisting over ten fat sows. They grunted as they squeezed through the door.

Luckily, this living room in Mo Kun's temporary living quarters was quite large. It was not crowded at all after twenty plus people hoisted in ten sows.

The vassal prince's steward and servants had come over after hearing the ruckus. They were all dumbfounded and looked at this legendary young crown prince consort like she was a killer shark.

The pitiful vassal prince screamed while hugging the chair, "C-Cousin-in-Law, what do you want to do? What is the meaning of this? Ahh!!"

This fellow had actually hoisted over so many pigs as his return gift?

Mo Kun had the urge to cry!

This terrifying little cousin-in-law couldn't be thinking of making him eat all ten pigs in one day?

Qiao Mu squeezed her chubby hands and looked expressionlessly at the wailing Mo Kun.

"What are you all standing there for? Get a move on!"

The guards that came in with the young crown prince consort silently gulped and quickly restrained the struggling Mo Kun.

With both arms twisted behind his back, the big wooden armchair Mo Kun was hugging to naturally crashed to the floor.

He was nearly about to cry…

He looked at Crown Prince Mo with fear and trepidation, and his eyes had basically teared up. "C-Cousin, Cousin? Y-You? You aren't stopping your wife? Wh-What does she want to do? Cousin! Cousin! I-I, I'm telling you people, don't be reckless! I-I, I can't eat so much pork! I-I!"

"A bunch of nonsense!" Qiao Mu chided, "Bring him away!"

Mo Lian facepalmed speechlessly. he silently averted his gaze.

Truthfully speaking, he didn't know that Qiaoqiao had prepared this…

No wonder the little fellow had sternly told him to wait when they were leaving earlier. She had said that she was going to prepare a return gift for Mo Kun.

He had wondered what kind of return gift it was!

Yet his wife had actually prepared ten sows for Mo Kun!

This truly was… only her brain could think of such a thing.

"Qiaoqiao?" Mo Lian quietly called his wifey.

Qiao Mu glanced at him and then expressionlessly turned her face. "Let's go!"

Several guards escorted Mo Kun all the way to the kitchen area in the backyard.

The vassal prince's steward chased after the group in dismay. He shouted between pants, "Crown Prince Consort, what are you planning to do?"

Qiao Mu saw an empty corral from afar and waved her hand. She ordered coldly, "Put them all inside!"

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