Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 243

"She's almost seventeen."

"You're almost seventeen, are you still a child? If you don't believe me, feel it." I grabbed his hand and placed it on my body with ill intent.

Chou Qian quickly withdrew his golden claw, his face flushed, and said, "Stop fooling around..."

I looked at him with a wronged expression: "Qianqian doesn't love me anymore..."

"No..." Chou Qian dodged.

"Then kiss me as proof."

Chou Qian suddenly stood up, straightened the drawings on the table, and said in a panic, "I'll go get the other two. You wait here for me."

Watching him run away, I really wanted to laugh. Ugly Qian! No sex during the day—only a weirdo like you could come up with such a strange rule. Haha--

"Ziyi, where are the people you brought?"

"Outside."

"Let's go take a look."

"I don't want to move."

"I'll hug you."

I stopped him from going forward and condescended to say, "Let's go take a look."

When Chou Qian came out, the listless old men on the chain suddenly woke up and stared at him with their bright, wide eyes.

I also watched Chou Qian, which is strange. He's clearly uglier than me, so why isn't he looking at me?

"Greetings, Young Master Sikong! How are you, Young Master Sikong?" One person knelt, and the others followed suit, saying, "Greetings, Young Master Sikong!"

I glanced at the grasshopper tied to the chain, proudly straightening its back. Having a good husband is better than having a good job.

See? They've already submitted to me so quickly.

"Uncle Zhong, take them to the back mountain."

"Yes, Master."

They looked at Chouqian with gratitude. They silently followed Uncle Zhong away, a stark contrast to their initial reaction upon arrival. Those men kept turning back, their old faces etched with deep wrinkles, tears glistening in their eyes, as if bidding farewell to serfs and entering a republic.

Feeling a little resentful, she said, "Chou Qian, am I better or are you better?"

Chou Qian readily replied, "Hello."

I immediately smiled brightly: "It's truly good to have everyone here."

"Give me the list of proposals, and I'll submit it tomorrow."

I was dumbfounded: "So fast."

"It's better to do it early than late."

Where is my gunpowder?

Chou Qian paused to think: "Let me think about it."

I pouted and glared at him from behind—that wretched leader, that wicked superior.

Chou Qian suddenly turned around, and I quickly composed myself, my eyes nearly twitching.

"A simpler approach is fine; otherwise, it will be disadvantageous for you."

"To what extent should it be reduced?" I still want to build an atomic bomb!

"Black powder."

"Ah! So primitive." I hunt wild animals!

Chouqian noticed my dissatisfaction and reluctantly said, "The ones I gave you can be given to you at a slightly faster pace."

"Yay!" Give me a kiss.

"What are you doing?" Chou Qian stepped back.

I followed up with, "Kiss."

The moment he finished speaking, he vanished.

Oh dear! You underestimate my charm.

...

Such a big case, aside from giving me the initial right to participate, has now completely fallen into the hands of Chou Qian and the transvestite. I've become a complete idler.

I sat bored on the swing in the backyard, yawning in an unseemly manner: Am I really that useless? Such advanced technology, and I can't even get involved. Such modern technology, and I only have the right to speak, but not the right to create.

Why? Why is this happening? Am I too stupid, or are the ancients cunning?

My regret! Although I didn't make these things myself, please believe me, my efforts and waiting were sincere.

My self-criticism was half-hearted and hesitant.

The mother patiently taught Lu Susu how to sew baby clothes under the tree while basking in the sun.

The little guy, with his eyes closed, stretched out his short limbs and thrashed around in the basket.