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The crimson twilight burned at the end of the sky and gradually became a magnificent rose.

Mr. Rong gazed quietly at the people.

His appearance did not resemble Shao Qinghe's Qingjun, nor Sun Yingshao's heroic vigor. Lin Lang deliberately teased him that he was too ugly to eat. In fact, men belonged to a class of good-looking, and Meifeng was sharply picked up, revealing the noble breath of the superior.

Even in courtship, he has his own temperament.

No coercion or questioning.

Some people's love moths blaze the flames, burning themselves violently in order to win the favor of the other.

He is different.

His acquaintance with Lin Lang already had too many flaws. If she did not stand out from the crowd and attracted his attention, there would not be a deep depression.

Every step she took just happened to step on the most itchy place in his heart. When he recovered, some emotions could not simply cover up the past with the city palace alone. It is absurd for a chess player to have pity for chess pieces, but this kind of minimal probability is not without it. He just was unlucky and happened to be a good move.

Headed into this love net, Mr. Rong was also thankful that he was a little older and had enough patience to cope with this unexpected and unexpected situation.

He was different from those Maotou, he made a confession, and was impatient to ask for an answer. Like a thorny head, he had to hit his head and break the blood before he could follow it. Mr. Rong understands that immature thoughts and behaviors will only push girls farther and farther. It is true to have passion in love, but a gentle and considerate male partner can undoubtedly have an advantage.

Mr. Rong is not in a hurry, he will let people slowly get used to his existence, and invade her world with the spring breeze.

"It doesn't matter, you don't have to answer me now, and I won't anger you because of your disagreement." He smiled, his deep eyebrows fainted in the twilight, "This is just my personal preference, I want to let You know, I want you to hear that if it ’s difficult to teach you, it ’s not my intention to confess. ”

He grabbed his hand and gently touched the position of his heart.

"If not presumptuous."

"Sir, there is always a place to stay for you"

A cool breeze brushed across her cheeks, messing up her black hair.

He extended his other hand and pulled it away to his ear.

"It's getting windy, it's going to catch cold when you stay."

Mr. Rong let go of her hand.

Since he said that this intention is private, there are certain rules that he must obey, even if he knows that by virtue of his identity as a sir, he has greater convenience.

A pull pulled him.

He looked back in surprise.

The other party turned his face halfway, not looking at him.

"what happened?"

He noticed something abnormal and said he wanted to step forward.

Unexpectedly, he took a step back with her hands back.

Suddenly, he was not allowed to approach.

Mr Rong frowned, wondering why.

Does she think she is "desperate"?

"Sir, I am very willful."

Suddenly he heard this sentence, his eyes slipped on her face, and he caught the slight bite of his lips.

Mr. Rong was blessed to the soul at this moment, with a smile of indulgence in his tone, "Well, how about that?"

"Also, I eat dumplings without vinegar."

He quickly connected, "Okay, next time I will open the bowl evenly, not together."

"The smell of smoke is terrible."

"Stop doing."

"Can you watch the moon on the roof without sleeping at night?"

"Yes, but only when you see Haishi."

"that……"

She turned her head and tilted her head to the left, showing an aggrieved expression.

"Why don't you come and hug me?"

Even if he didn't do the act of bewitching, Mr. Rong was almost miserable by this scene.

Hundreds of small butterflies fluttered in their hearts and flew from a certain exit instantly.

As soon as the words ended, Lin Lang instinctively "ah".

The whole person was raised by a pair of powerful iron arms.

Mr. Rong held Lin Lang ’s legs with no effort, as if holding a light doll, her hands clasped his clothes in random, and finally stabilized, and the dark hair scattered all over him.

"What are you doing?" The girl glared at him.

"Aren't you going to hug?" There was a low-pitched laugh in his throat. "Who do you think you are in love with?"

"Bah, shameless, who said you love you, the girl Shi Rong just gave you a chance to show." She looked down at people, poked her man's eyebrows with her fingers, and said cunningly, "Don't be too smug, Rong uncle."

Mr. Rong started to have a headache at this moment. It is impossible to change the age between the two. He has also achieved consciousness, but he is really called an uncle by his lover. That taste ...

"It's Rongjiu." He corrected the person. "I rank Laojiu at home."

"Uncle Rong Jiu."

"Good boy, Rong Jiu."

"Grandpa Rongjiu."

"..."

The heart-stuck Mr. Rong finally gave up his correction.

The little **** was arrogant and proud, but he still gave it to him personally.

"Angry?" She propped his shoulder in one hand and clasped a strand of hair in the other, deliberately scratching his face.

Mr. Rong did not speak.

"Well, make a joke with you, don't be angry." She went to extinguish the fire quickly, and the soft girl's tone seemed like a ball of cotton, making people want to take a bite.

Mr. Rong thought, was he like the kind of person who forgives for a little coquettishness?

Okay he looks like.

He loosened his eyebrows and heard her say, "Nine Brother, look up at me, okay?"

Nine brother.

This little villain.

Mr. Rong's ears were blown soft again.

He opened his eyelids, "Are you looking good, don't you have any points in your heart? Huh? How can my Rong Jiu's vision be worse."

The afterglow of the setting sun was hidden in the clouds, and her long hair was scattered in the wind, especially the twinkling eyes, which were so inspiring, "I just want to ask you whether the scenery is beautiful or not." Since Brother Jiu wants to praise me, just say it directly, and I won't laugh at you. "

"..."

Was put together again.

Mr. Rong couldn't help crying or laughing, and her ability to see stitches was still alive.

"Good-looking, you'd better look, is it alright?"

He held the person firmly with one hand, while the other big palm stretched high, holding her head.

There was some wind in the dusk, which was a little hurried.

But this does not prevent him from kissing his favorite girl.

Grinding ears and tasting.

"walk home."

He interlocked his fingers and led people to walk across the thin ridge.

Mr. Rong did not return to the house. He built a house near his parents ’house a few years ago, using ordinary tiles and bricks. He usually came back with a low profile. Considering Lin Lang this time, Mr. Rong chose a spacious carriage specifically.

The outside of the house was fenced, and a large piece of chrysanthemum flower was pierced. After the sun went down, the petals curled up timidly inwards, not a bit mean.

"We have to spend the night here tonight." Mr. Rong told the driver to take a rest elsewhere. He took a string of copper keys from the cuffs and opened the door lock.

Lin Lang's probe looked towards the door to a table of eight immortals. She set a very ordinary white porcelain tea set. What attracted her attention was a large arch with a lacquer on the wall and a few iron arrows in the bag. There is a touch of blood.

On the left hand side is the kitchen, separated by cyan curtains, vaguely seeing a pile of firewood, while on the right hand side is naturally a sleeper. Lin Lang hadn't entered Mr. Rong's room yet. While he was looking for candle lighting, he went to the sleeper first.

The room was tidier than expected. The bed with plain blue flowers was folded neatly, and beside it was a small black bedside cabinet and a simple suitcase.

"What's wrong, disappointed with my room?"

The man's voice came from behind, with a narrow smile, "I'm sorry, I'm such a boring man."

The light of the candle spilled all over the room, forming a cold and hot with the bright light outside the window.

"I can't see it." There was a wave of spring water in her eyes, "Where shall I sleep tonight?"

Mr Rong's face remained unchanged, and he gave a very beating answer, "If you want to sleep on the ground, I don't mind."

Lin Lang squinted at him.

"Why do you want to be beautiful?"

"Then there is no way." He smiled. "My bed is half yours."

"No, I want two thirds."

"whatever."

Mr. Rong walked to the cupboard, put a drop, put the candle upright, and said, "I'm going to boil the water, and I will wipe my body, and then we will go to sleep." He said very freely, like having a long relationship My husband and wife have no sense of blush and shame when it comes to sleeping.

Although in the country with poor conditions, Mr. Rong still takes good care of people. Lin Lang scrubbed clean in the kitchen and changed into a comfortable cotton dress.

"Washed?"

Mr. Rong also came back from the outside. He put up his robe with both hands, as if curling something.

He walked straight to the window, carefully opened the corner of his robe, and gently shook off the things inside. The fiery red yarrow flower is surrounded by greenery, and it looks very alive.

"Let these little flowers stay with you tonight."

He smiled at someone.

Informed and interesting men are really lethal.

Lin Lang lifted the quilt and hid, "I'll go to bed first."

Mr. Rong nodded, took some clothes and turned to take a shower.

When sleepy, she felt a little itchy toes and rubbed subconsciously, then was caught by a thick male palm, his voice whispered, "Don't move, I'll rub you."

Before leaving, Mr. Rong prepared a pair of lightweight soft-soled shoes, but after a long walk, he thought he would be exhausted, even if she didn't say anything.

"Itchy ... you tap ..."

Her consciousness begged.

Mr. Rong looked up at the unprotected sleeping face, his eyes slightly deep.

She fell asleep in front of a man who conspired with her, she was so courageous, was he certain that he would not be impulsive?

Mr. Rong's throat rolled slightly, and the danger was restrained.

When he calmed down, the sound of chickens outside reached his ears.

It's not too early.

Mr. Rong also lay down, facing the person sideways.

After a while, she automatically leaned up against his chest, as if smashing her mouth, mumbling "It's hard". Mr. Rong laughed, and simply extended his arms so that people could sleep with pillows.

Sleep soundly all night until three strokes in the sun.

Mr. Rong has not slept so well in a long time. He temporarily intends to stay here for a few days before going back.

As for the three meals a day, of course, to rely on their own work.

He gave Lin Lang his self-defense gun, and he wanted to walk around with his bow and arrow on his back.

"Then I peeled the sweet potatoes right before you came back," Lin Lang said aggressively.

Mr. Rong stroked his forehead, "No need, just let me come."

He was afraid that only **** would be left after cutting.

"Then I do laundry?"

"The mountains and rivers are a bit cold. Don't touch them. I'll wash them when I get back."

Lin Lang looked disappointed, "What can I do?"

Do n’t mess up, Amitabha.

Mr. Rong's black eyes glowed with pity, touching her head with a big palm and laughing, "Move a small bench and sit at the door, just wait for me to come back."

Lin Lang said, "Oh, come back quickly." Then he added, "It's forbidden to go back and hook up with the village girl."

Mr. Rong smiled for a while, and responded quickly under the threatening eyes of the other party. He asked her a few more words, put on the hunting tools, and set off.

"Uh--"

A sharp arrow went off the string and shot a gray-breasted pheasant.

Mr. Rong hurried over, caught his claws, pulled the arrow down, tied it with a rope, and threw it neatly into the bag. Yu Guang glanced at a cluster of fresh mushrooms under the pine tree, considered for a moment, and picked them together.

It was only half an hour before he came out, and the harvest was already quite fruitful. Mr. Rong wiped his sweat and was not greedy. He immediately went home.

There was a bunch of wildflowers stained with wet mud outside the door. Mr. Rong raised an eyebrow, and she still ran out.

"Your ninth brother is back, don't you come out to pick someone up?"

He stepped into the room with a smile, a slender figure was making tea with his back to him. Hearing this sentence, the tea cup circled in his palm.

Mr. Rong stretched out his legs and stood behind the man with his hands around her chest. He tricked out a straw grasshopper.

"I edited it handily. For the first time, I'm a little bit born. Don't dismiss it as ugly." Mr. Rong's voice still has a three-pointed smile. "Of course, it is not self-humility. I am a hidden folk artist anyway , I think it's ugly, and it won't make you too ugly. "

The other party did not move. Mr. Rong was much taller than her. Looking down, the tea in her cup shook.

She was shaking.

This mood is wrong.

"What's wrong with you?" He frowned, lowered his bow and arrow, and pulled the man's shoulder over. "Isn't it uncomfortable? Is it because of the pastry?"

Mr. Rong inevitably blamed himself. He wanted to make it convenient, so he warmed up some of the pastries for breakfast, but did not ask her whether she was used to eating or not.

As soon as he said this, the tears drowned down.

"Where are you uncomfortable?" Mr. Rong was anxious at the moment, carefully holding her face and whispering softly, "It's okay, you bear with it. I'll take you to the doctor now. It's no big deal to eat a bad belly Ill. Let's not cry, eh? "

He said he wanted to hug her needs and hugged her directly. She seemed a little panicked and quickly took a step back.

"Snapped!"

A small bag fell out of the sleeve.

Mr. Rong clearly saw her mouth shaking uncontrollably.

The two have been together for a while, he knows her preferences, and even knows her casual habits.

What is she afraid of?

Mr. Rong stooped to pick up the small bag and weighed it in his hand. It was very light and was a packet of powder. He smiled, "What is this?"

"It's something for a headache." She lowered her head in disguise and reached out to get it back.

The man's expression was calm, "Will it be arsenic?"

Lin Lang acted suddenly, and suddenly smiled, "Yeah, I plan to poison you to be a pair of ghost mandarin ducks." She wrapped her hands around the man's neck and tiptoed to kiss someone.

Mr. Rong swallowed what he wanted to question her, and he sucked his lover's lips down.

This seduce almost brought out his depressed night's anger, and Mr. Rong only felt dizzy, cuddling like a drunk man, slanting up and down, and finally leaned against the wall.

"Go ... go ..."

The vague murmur made Mr. Rong's mind startle, and he subconsciously looked at her tear-stained face.

His eyes flashed with consternation, and he was about to bite the tip of his tongue.

"Run!"

Mr. Rong was pushed out of the door by her and stumbled a few steps.

"Someone wants to kill you!"

She rarely had such a disturbed side, and her voice was almost trembling, even if she was holding the door frame with both hands, she felt shaky.

Mr. Rong stepped on the mass of wildflowers.

Wildflowers ...

His thoughts changed sharply, and the color of this flower was white!

There are a lot of secret words between Mr. Rong and Lin Lang, such as flowers, red celebrations, and white funerals, used to remind the surroundings of the sinister degree.

As Lin Lang was left in his house and no longer went out, this kind of code word was naturally used less. Just now he only cared about his own joy and forgot the meaning of this layer!

"What are you doing stunned, run!"

She was anxious and her eyes were red, but her steps never moved away.

Mr. Rong sank in his heart.

Another thin and slender figure appeared slowly behind that door.

The cold muzzle pressed against the woman's neck. He smiled slightly, and he didn't see the slightest anger. He even said warmly, "Master, Qinghe finally saw you."

He looked at the surrounding landscapes and expressed his approval. "This is indeed a place suitable for the cultivation of body and mind. No wonder the master rushed over from the mountains and rivers."

When Mr. Rong saw Lin Lang caught in his palm, anxiety flashed through his eyes. In the end, it was a man who passed the storm. Even in the face of the rebellion of his ministers, he did not hysterical, but simply cut into the topic, "What do you want? "

Shao Qinghe was able to find here, and Mr. Rong no longer expected his confidants to arrive. Obviously, his whereabouts had long been leaked.

Not only is Shao Qinghe, but also others who trust.

Mr. Rong thought about the situation as badly as possible.

Shao Qinghe and Lin Lang were former lovers. He knew this relationship. The reason why he reused him was on the one hand to appreciate his ability, on the other hand, out of some kind of secret thought, he hoped that Lin Lang transferred hatred to Shao Qinghe ’s On his body, he diminishes the bad impression of his own love.

However, in the end, he still suffers from raising tigers, causing today's scourge.

"What do I want?"

Shao Qing and his eyes narrowed.

"That's a good question. What do I want?" His barrel swam between the delicate necks, slightly indulgent, "I naturally want to return what I lost."

What is lost is what both sides know.

Mr. Rong restrained the anger of his chest and calmed down slowly. He patiently followed others, "You don't actually like her much, don't you? I can see from the beginning that you are just ordinary for Lin Lang Brothers and sisters have had feelings of getting along, but that's all.

"Good." Shao Qinghe admits frankly, "It's true that I don't have many points. But my personal thoughts are more paranoid. I can't love her, but she is never allowed to fall in love with other men."

"and so--"

He tilted his head to one side and leaned close to Lin Lang's neck.

Stabbed into the blood-sucking fangs.