Chapter 437 Empress 14: Rong Li and A He's Intercourse

She bit her scalp and pulled him to the backyard.

Rong Li looked nervous: "Did my sister scare you?" He was anxious.

Xiao Jinghe shook his head: "It's inappropriate for me to go to your house." Only when there are outsiders, she is not good to say refusal in front of everyone.

He was afraid of her being angry and pressed his voice very lightly: "Why is it inappropriate?"

Asked knowingly.

She didn't look at him, and she looked away, her red ear tips showing: "I'm not your girlfriend yet."

Rong Li walked a bit towards her, chasing her eyes: "Ahe, I like you very much," he bent down, leaning closer to her face, "Can I be your boyfriend now?"

He whispered, she turned dizzy.

In the room, Master Rong shouted with a loud voice: "Zi said, people, why don't you come in?"

Xiao Jinghe turned his head.

Rong Li broke her face back, asking her to look at him.

She thought for a while: "Yes."

She answered simply, Rong Li froze for a moment, staring at her closely: "Ahe, did you agree?"

She looked down and looked at the tip of her shoe: "Well."

She also likes him, she can be sure. If she didn't like it, she would have left everything in the Lin's house. She wasn't the one who dragged the water, it was him who disturbed her.

Only, she admits.

She looked up and looked at Rong Li's eyes: "Rong Li, I like you too."

Rongli, my heart pleases you.

Thousands of years ago, his Ahe said the same. In the sand field of the frontier, in front of hundreds of thousands of Dingxi troops, she said she was pleased with him. After going round and round, he still found her, his Ahe, his deceased.

He opened his hands, hugged her into his arms, bowed her head on her shoulders, and red eyes: "Ahe, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Father Rong is still calling them.

She stood obediently, letting him tighten his waist tightly: "Don't you go first?"

Rong Li buried her face in her neck: "Hug for a while, I want to hug you."

"Okay." She reached out and looped around his waist.

The two love each other, the great joy, but this is also true.

Rong Ling hid out of the yard and peeked out, unable to excite herself: "My God, that stickiness!" She all doubted that she was seeing hallucinations, "Is that really my brother?"

Is it true that the three or four years old would not hold the sister's hand again?

Rong Tang touched his chin and concluded: "He must be a strict wife in the future."

Rong Ling felt the same way, and sighed: "One thing drops one thing."

The old man of the Rong family left Xiao Jinghe for dinner, and Rong Li sat next to her, chasing her with a pair of eyes, wherever she went, he would go.

The old man had wanted to talk to the little girl alone, but how could he keep his eyes on him and stick to people tightly.

During the banquet, Rong Ling deliberately ridiculed: "Aren't you not seated with the women?"

Xiao Jinghe could not hear clearly.

Rong Tang took the sentence: "He, he hasn't eaten at the same table with the opposite **** since he was seven years old, saying that there is something wrong with men and women."

Rong Li put the fish with thorns on Xiao Jinghe's empty plate: "Ahe is no one else."

Rong Ling couldn't help but pick him up: "Am I someone else? You are not with me."

"How could that be the same," said Rong Rong, who gave his grandson a slogan, and said it rightly, "They are going to sleep together in the future, what are you doing blindly."

Rong Ling: "..."

Well, she was speechless.

"Grandpa," Rong Li said with a faint smile on his lips, "I can't say anything." Well, he and Ahe are indeed sleeping together.

Father Rong: "Oh."

Xiao Jinghe bowed his head to eat, and the chandelier above his head hit his face, dizzying two groups of bright red.

After a meal, Rong Li didn't eat much, served tea, and ate vegetables. He didn't remove his eyes from beginning to end. The two old men of the Rong family were gratified and jealous.

After dinner, she went to Rongli's room and he went to make tea for her.

Rong Li ’s sister is right. He is an old antique. The decoration and furnishings of the room are generally the same as her grandfather ’s habits and preferences. A bed, a desk, a pen, ink and paper inkstone on the table, and a shelf beside the table It is four books and five classics.

On the wall in front of the table, an ink painting hangs on the picture of a woman in a uniform, staring into the picture, and Mei Feng heroic. She holds the sword and sits on the horse.

Rong Li brought the teapot in, and she asked him: "Who is the person in the painting?"

The seal is stamped under the drawing paper. The word ‘zi said’ is traditional.

This is Rong Li's autograph.

Rong Li poured a cup of tea to her: "She is General Dingxi, Ying Shen."

Why does a fabricated character have a portrait?

She looked at the woman's appearance in the painting: "Does General Dingxi have a prototype?"

Rong Li was silent.

She looked back at him, and he was looking at the person in the painting: "That painting is her prototype."

That picture is the prototype of General Dingxi, so who is the prototype of that picture? She only heard Rong Ling say that Rong Lishan's pen and ink, but only painted landscape, never painted people.

Who she is, why she can enter the calendar, what kind of woman can be asked to soften the brush and ink into such a way, every stroke is finely carved.

Xiao Jinghe frowned slightly.

Rong Li lifted her face and smiled: "Jesus?"

She denied: "No."

Well, it was jealous, and her lips were bitten red.

Rongli put down the teacup, took her hand, and carried her into her arms, rubbing her chin on her shoulder and rubbing it on her shoulder: "Ahe, don't be jealous, I only like you."

General Dingxi is her, Ying Shen is her, and A He is her.

He just likes her.

Xiao Jinghe's eyebrows were loosened, and it was tickled by him, and he did not hide. He put his hand on his waist obediently: "It's too late, would you like to send me back?"

"Can you stay?" He was reluctant to her.

Xiao Jinghe refused: "No." She was sensible and could not restrain herself, "I came to your house for the first time, and staying overnight is not good."

She didn't want to leave a bad impression on Rongli's family.

Rong Li followed her meaning: "Go back later?"

She thought about it: "Well."

She also wanted to stay with him for a while.

After ten o'clock Rongli took her home, the car parked outside her community, he unfastened her seat belt and handed her a camphor box: "You take this picture back."

It was the picture of Dongmei Snow taken by Xiao Changshan from Taichen Temple.

"Why did Xiao Changshan give you the painting?" She was surprised. The painting circled back around, but she returned to her hand.

Rong Li explained to her: "His company is raising funds to please me with paintings."

Xiao Changshan was dissatisfied with the real estate industry and opened a semiconductor company, and the capital turnover was very difficult. Because of this, Xiao Changshan came over several times to hit the idea of ​​the paintings in her hand.

Xiao Shi wants to raise money, she knows it, but she does n’t know that Xiao Changshan wants to cooperate with Rong Li: "Are you a venture capitalist?"

"You don't know." He didn't look very happy, and his tone was very grudge, "Ahe, you don't even check my information on the Internet."

Where does she know that he is so famous.

"Then do you want to invest in him?" No matter whether Rongli will cooperate with Xiao Changshan, she will not interfere. She doesn't understand business matters, and she doesn't want to entangle him.

Rong Li asked: "Can I teach him for you?"

She smiled: "Of course." Knowing what he meant, she only asked, but only expressed, "You are my backer."

Rong Li is her boyfriend, so she is willing to let him participate in all her things.

"I'll calculate this for you?" Rong Li asked.

She should say: "Okay."

Although Xiao Changshan is her blood-related father, she is a bit unreasonable, as long as she is a calendar, she can do anything.

She was a little funny, Xiao Jinghe and Xiao Jinghe, how eccentric so fast.

There was a wind outside, blowing in from the car window. It was cool, but it didn't blow the heat on her face. She sat in the co-pilot for a while: "Then I went up."

Rong Li took her hand: "Stay a little longer." He untied his seat belt, leaned over to her, and reached out to hug her, "Ahe."

"Ok."

He said: "I may be very sticky in the future, you have to get used to it, don't disdain me." He found her two generations, he just wished to rub himself into her bones, so as not to be afraid of losing again.

Just now, he began to suffer from gains and losses. He even used the word of scorn, and Xiao Jinghe couldn't help laughing: "Your sister said you were cold."

Rong Li hugged her tightly, her face leaning on her shoulder, and her voice and breath were at her ears, gently and softly: "That's different from others, you are different."

She smiled and asked knowingly: "How is it different?"

Rong Li tilted his head and looked at her with a serious expression: "We will be in the same bed relationship in the future."

"..."

She looked down and buried her face on his shoulder.

Lin's birthday banquet only ended at 10:30 in the evening. At 11 o'clock, Huo Chang retrieved a villa in the suburbs. That place was bought by his mother when he was an adult. Ever.

It's cheap that little girl.

He thought that in a few days he passed the house to her name, and there were no places where he could never live. He pushed open the door, and the room was dim, and a light was on. Everyone had lived in for a few days, and it was still cold, and there was no sound.

He turned on the light and only saw the ball curled up on the sofa.

Actually fell asleep!

He walked over and kicked the sofa: "Ji Lingran."

The man on the sofa hugged the blanket and rolled over, not awake.

Huo Changxun kicked again: "Ji Lingran."

She frowned, not awake.

He was annoyed and ripped off her blanket: "Ji Lingran!"

She opened her eyes suddenly, froze for a few seconds, sat up, looked at him, and the whole person was stunned: "Huh?"

Master Huo Changxun got his temper up, and said angrily: "Aren't you waiting for me?" Actually fell asleep? ! Which of his former female companions is like her, and he has no interest in him!

This does not know what to do!

Ji Lingran just woke up, her eyes stared, her mind was a bit dazed, she didn't speak, and stared at him in a daze.

Huo Changxun kicked the sofa: "Get up and go and make me a supper."

She ‘oh’ and got up and remembered: “There ’s no food at home.”

"..."

Huo Changxun licked the posterior molar, he raised an ancestor.

He took off his suit jacket, sat on the sofa, and put one leg on the coffee table. Because of his good appearance, the ruffian also hooked people: "I've finished the card I gave you?"

Ji Lingran stood far away: "No." She dared not look at him, her head down, "There is too much money in it, I can't finish it."

Oh, for the first time, a woman told him that he could not finish the money.

Huo Changxun held his hand and looked at the little girl who was scared in front of him: "What did you buy?"

She whispered, "A bed."

Huo Changxun doesn't know what's in her stubborn little brain melon: "What are you doing with the bed?"

She said nothing.

Huo Changxun touched the lighter and lit a cigarette: "Talk."

She said, "Sleep for you."

His villa is quite big, but it was the first time she had come in after she stayed in it. It was the first time that she would come over, not to please him, and she also did things that made him plug.

Yes, buy a bed, right?

Huo Changxun's eyes swept around her: "I sleep on your bed."

Her face was frightened.

The girl was not afraid of her before, and since she lived in his place, she began to avoid him like a viper, but she was not afraid. Huo Changxun only felt that a sharp claw was scratching on his apex, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Is he a beast of floods? No woman has let him suffocate so hard, smoked a cigarette hard, and then spit out lazily: "What is our relationship, do I still remind you?"

She was scared.

What is their relationship, she knows that she bought it from him.

Huo Changxun took a few sips, but no longer interested, pinched the smoke: "Come here."

Ji Lingran hesitated for a long time and walked slowly past.

He tore his tie, unbuttoned a neckline, and lay lazily on the sofa, under the lamp, a face was seductively tight, he dragged his tone and ordered: "Sit on my lap."

(End of this chapter)