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"Above?"

Lin Lang raised an eyebrow.

Sun Yingshao rushed up suddenly.

"You want ... eh?"

Unexpectedly, she was once again felled by a short-leg milk dog.

The other party also held her and rolled into the bed, finally stabilizing her body.

"Ok?"

She slightly propped up her elbows and looked down at the person under her.

The dark melon cap sat loosely on his head, his shirt was open, and his wheat-colored skin was full of healthy and attractive color. The teenager's long eyelashes flickered, and occasionally lifted his eyelids to sneak a peek at her, and after meeting Lin Lang's eyes, he flinched back quickly, pretending that nothing happened.

"This, is this okay?"

A weak voice like a mosquito sounded, his hand resting on her waist became sweaty with tension.

It is suffocating and hot.

Everything in front of him made him dizzy, and her entire face seemed to glow.

"I like good kids."

Lin Lang tilted her head, her crescent-like eyes full of smiles.

"Um ... Minmin will be good."

He saw her laughing, and the corners of his mouth were instinctively involved in responding to her. In fact, he was almost like a waste person. He just thought that she was beautiful, and her voice was gentle. The thought of crime suddenly became strong at this moment.

Sun Yingshao exuded hot sweat on his forehead, and his breath became tight.

"Are you obedient?"

"Minmin ... only listen to my sister."

He repeated mechanically, staring at people and starting to daze.

Can he ... do something bad?

E.g……

Seeing that Sun Yingshao raised his hand, he pulled out the stick of hairpin.

"Uh--"

The green silk is like a waterfall, and the halo wrist freezes frost.

A strand of hair hit his face, a little pain.

Well, it's very fragrant.

Sun Yingshao stared at the people, staring at him, her red hair and lips stunned.

He blushed with blood all over his face, his daughter-in-law chattered for a long time, and finally stiffened out a sentence, "Sister, don't stay so close, Min Min seems to have a fever."

The whole body was hot, the head was dizzy, the limbs were still soft, and there was no trace of strength.

Finished, he actually had a fever at such an important moment!

"Well, let my sister see if you have a fever."

A low-smiling female voice drilled into his ears, making him more numb, and a group of naughty ants crawling around on his nerves.

She held her hair upside down with her fingers and lowered her face.

The foreheads were offset.

It turned out that there was a small black mole at the end of her sister's eye, like a little bit of sesame, and the more she looked, the more she wanted to lick a bite.

Bah, Sun Yingshao, what are you thinking about? Not a puppy, what licking!

Sun Ershao's small heart thumped like a violent drumbeat, and the hand that used to hold a gun shook because of the master's abnormality.

Sun Yingshao realized what he had done, and quickly closed his eyes.

Sister wants to kiss him, right?

The book says that it is best to close your eyes when doing this kind of shame between lovers, otherwise it is easy to be embarrassed.

Lin Lang looked at each other's mouth with a funny kiss.

She stretched out **** and dipped it like a dragonfly, and then the handsome red face was hot enough to boil eggs.

Gee, innocent little guy.

"Boom--"

Someone knocked on the door.

Sun Yingshao opened his eyes instantly, and a dangerous Li Mang flashed through it.

Lin Lang slowly got up from him, quickly set herself up her hair, turned around and looked back, and was the demeanor Miss Shi of Paramount.

"unlucky."

Sun Yingshao crawled anxiously and crawled his hair, full of fierce breath, but when his eyes turned to Lin Lang, the other party blinked at him.

He suddenly raised a cloud of red cheeks and moved to her, his tail finger ticked her fingertips.

Anyway, hug and hug, kiss and kiss.

His sister is his, and she can't run even if she has more feet.

Sun Yingshao settled down and sent someone to cover Lin Lang out.

She lifted the curtain and saw that Mr. Rong was sitting on the mahogany chair, and the black hang silk gown was wearing a murderous breath, and the people next to him did not dare to take a breath.

"Mr?"

Lin Lang naturally showed a surprised look, "Why are you here?"

The other party quickly walked over, supported her shoulders, and looked at the people up and down, and then slowly breathed, "You are fine."

Listening to the report, Lin Lang suddenly disappeared in his own shop. At that moment, his head was buzzing. He was afraid that it was the Huai Gang who didn't keep his promise. He came to squat down and took her as a hostage and threatened him.

"I'm fine, just a gentleman made a little joke with me." Lin Lang raised his hand to care for his slightly messy collar, and looked up at his face. "And the gentleman is so worried about me, I am more happy. "

Mr. Rong showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, reached over the girl's shoulder, and said warmly, "Go home."

Lin Lang froze.

According to Mr. Rong's habit, he usually says "Hui Zhaizi", "Hui Rong Family Courtyard" and so on. "Home" is something he never hangs on.

"Let's go."

He rubbed Lin Lang's head and led her into the car waiting outside.

After Lin Lang returned to Rong's house, Mr. Rong never asked her to go to Paramount, but occasionally allowed her to go out to relax and relax, provided he had to accompany him.

Under countless "honings", Mr. Rong's patience with people shopping became more and more remarkable.

Paramount's head Huadan gradually became Lily.

She didn't say anything. She was obedient and gentle and stayed where Mr. Rong could see. Suddenly panicked, she began to "toss" a man, or secretly hide a snuff bottle that was easy to use, or paint a painted face while he was sleeping, making Mr. Rong cry and laugh, like having a Like a debt-collecting daughter.

Of course, Lin Lang's favorite show is nothing more than a villain.

Yes, she just looks bad at the male host, so she needs to give him eye drops.

Mr. Rong knows her waywardness, as long as it is not too excessive, sometimes she goes with her.

Shao Qinghe's whiplash did not heal, and he added several new **** marks.

The people in the Rongjia Mansion's sympathy for the military division Mr. Shao increased day by day.

The severity of the two almost sneered when they met.

"Miss, Mr. Rong asked you to punish me, not to abuse privileges." Shao Qinghe touched the scars on his waist and abdomen.

"Miss is happy this time, reward you with a few more whips, and keep it as a memorial in the future, isn't it good?" Lin Lang put away the iron whip and said with a smile, "There is a good saying, the injuries suffered by men are all glorious. Medals, I have given you so many medals, you have to thank me. "

Shao Qinghe frowned, "Who said that?" Let him take a few lashes to try?

"I'm talking nonsense."

"..."

He didn't want to continue talking to this person, picked up his clothes and put them on. He left his face before leaving, and said indifferently, "Although the master now shields you, you better not have the opportunity to commit crimes in my hands."

"I will, Mr. Shao, don't worry."

She waved lightly.

Eating and sleeping to abuse the male master is the main theme of Lin Lang's days.

Since she didn't have to go to work at Paramount, she was more leisurely every day. The first thing she opened started to figure out how to catch the painful feet of the male master, and then went to Rong Rong's side to blow her ears.

Shao Qinghe should now want to get rid of her soon.

Lin Lang thought happily that the male master would have to spend a few days on the sickbed.

"What do you want? So happy?"

The tip of the nose touched a slight cold.

Lin Lang looked up.

Mr. Rong recovered his floury fingers casually.

In the blink of an eye, the winter solstice, Mr. Rong rarely had to go out. He summoned Lin Lang early and the two went to the kitchenette together.

Due to Mr. Rong's previous instructions, the kitchen was cleaned up and cleaned as soon as he entered the door. He took a clean basin, added appropriate amounts of flour and salt, and put the eggs down again.

He took a bowl of cold water, poured it in, and used chopsticks to stir the flour into knots.

"Sir, what are you doing?" She stood and watched.

"Dumplings." Mr. Rong said concisely, and when the dough was formed, it was almost ready, and he opened his body slightly, "You come."

Lin Lang kneaded the dough a few times, which was unexpectedly clumsy than the man's skill.

Mr. Rong watched her blush, and panicked little movements constantly, and found it very interesting.

"Well, it's not like you, you have to be flexible and judo."

The man's tall body enveloped her. He stretched out his hand from behind and patiently taught her to knead her face in a hug gesture.

The fine dust was floating in the air, and the paper window showed the golden thread intertwined, reflected in his wide eyebrows, showing a gentle and thick outline.

Mr. Rong ’s hand is very rough, with thick cocoons and scars in his palm, but he is more talented than Lin Lang in doing small work, he dumps the skin of the dumplings, and the stuffing is minced by him. He gave it to Bao Yuan.

As for the physical work of pulling bellows, it must be left to men.

So Lin Lang behaved as a crowd eating melons for a time, and expressed his compliments to you, Mr. You are great.

Mr. Rong was also very helpful, and the spoiled smile on his face could blind him.

"Hula ---"

Mr. Rong sat on the small bench without losing his majesty, and the right hand pulled the bellows with a rhythm, and the left hand hung the split hardwood into the hearth to send it to the hearth. The edge of the pot popped up, and there was a scent of fragrance.

The fire in the hearth grew stronger and stronger, and Mr. Rong's face was flushed with smoke.

Lin Lang supported his chin, and a pair of beautiful Dan Feng stared at people.

"Sir, there is something I must say."

Mr. Rong said, "I don't want to hear it now."

Perhaps there is no fear, this little **** has recently been terribly bad. He has always caught his shortcomings and kept talking. Last month he said that he did not look good and could not eat. Last month he complained that he was sleeping and grinding his teeth and affecting her interest in painting. .

"Sir can cook like that, and it's a blessing to marry you."

Suddenly praised Mr. Rong was a bit overwhelmed.

When he looked back, he always felt strange.

Never mind ... she's happy.