The four hundred and eighteenth chapter is all the husband's task.
Zhao Rong recognized who this pink bellyband belonged to at first sight.
After all, I often used it for wiping.
A certain stupid girl seemed to think he liked it, so she also liked to wear it...
However, now it actually fell out of his clothes, and after contacting a certain little fox demon who stayed here last night, who did it, the answer was already obvious to Zhao Rong.
Although he solved the case instantly in his mind, at this moment, the situation was more serious than social death.
After a conspicuous piece of pink silk cloth appeared under someone's feet, the room fell into a deathly silence.
The woman with autumn eyes, who was about to take a mandarin duck bath with Zhao Rong, stopped where she was, lowered her eyes, and looked intently at Su Xiaoxiao's pink bellyband.
After asking softly, she waited quietly without raising her eyes to see Zhao Rong's expression.
However, after Zhao Lingfei finished speaking, she couldn't even take three breaths.
Zhao Rong squatted down in the midst of the electric light and flint, picked up the pink bellyband, raised his hand to his nose, sniffed it nonchalantly, and then smiled softly.
He smiled, walked straight to Qingjun, placed the pink bellyband quietly on the hand of the lady whose beautiful eyes were gradually opening, and winked at her.
All this happened quietly, there were no words between the two, but Zhao Rong's meaning was obvious.
Seeing her husband's explicit move, the suspicious look in Zhao Lingfei's eyes was immediately replaced by complex looks such as shame, anger, and disbelief.
It seemed that he was afraid that his wife would be too clumsy to understand his meaning and ‘good intentions’.
Zhao Rong nodded towards her, then lowered his head to Zhao Lingfei's ear and whispered softly:
"Try it."
When Zhao Lingfei was rubbing Zhao Rong's ears and temples just now, the roots of her already very red ears suddenly seemed to be coated with a layer of blush like morning glow. The redness became deeper and almost vivid.
The next second, she touched the green finger on the pink bellyband, as if touching a red soldering iron, and shrank back in fear.
However, Zhao Rong chuckled softly, stretched out his hand reluctantly, and stuffed the pink bellyband into Zhao Lingfei's bare hands, then patted her perky buttocks under her white clothes, "Be obedient, Qingjun."
He smiled a little evilly.
This wonderful thing in the boudoir between husband and wife made Zhao Lingfei very embarrassed. Faced with the fun that Brother Rong'er added to the mandarin duck bath, she stared at him with her autumn eyes, and looked at the bellyband in her hand with embarrassment. Her hands were trembling slightly, if not
Brother Rong'er finally came back and was supervising him with great interest. She wanted to throw it far away.
Brother Rong'er is really going too far. He keeps thinking about these dirty things all day long, thinking of ways to harm her... Now he even buys her underwear... She... She has a mysophobia... in this life
If she hadn't met this bastard sweetheart, Zhao Lingfei's ten jade fingers would never have been exposed to romantic objects, let alone the tiring work of cleaning the bedding, let alone the dirty things of men...
But now, in order to make her sweetheart happy, she gave in to please him again and again and did what he wanted.
Really... really enemies from the previous life... Zhao Lingfei hated herself for not living up to expectations, and sometimes she couldn't stand up in front of him.
At this moment, Zhao Rong blinked and said considerately: "Don't worry, madam, it's clean and scented. If you don't believe me, just take a sniff."
Zhao Lingfei: "..." I'm going to smell you big-headed ghost!
Well, it was a little body fragrance... Zhao Rong added in his mind.
Seeing that his wife was taken off topic by him again and her attention was diverted, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. But for some reason, when he thought that Qingjun would wear a small bellyband and take a mandarin duck bath with him later, Zhao Rong suddenly felt
...I'm starting to feel it.
It feels a bit...exciting, something is wrong, why is this young master so good at playing?
Just when someone was reflecting deeply, Zhao Lingfei, who had her head buried in her chest, leaned forward and pushed her head against his chest. At the same time, she gently pushed Zhao Rong who was blocking the way with her jade hand, trying to walk straight forward.
"I don't want it." She turned her gaze away and said stubbornly.
Zhao Lingfei felt that she should try to change things once.
"Just try it once. I finally prepared it for you. Ahem, do you know how difficult it is? Someone almost discovered me doing this thing." Zhao Rong, who was trying to survive in a hurry, turned around and ended up acting.
When you are excited, you will show off to your wife.
"If you want to... try it with that little girl Qian'er, I don't want..." Seeing Zhao Rong blocking the way again, Zhao Lingfei hit him.
Zhao Rong said speechlessly: "If I go back and really try to find her first, according to this girl's temperament, she will definitely talk to you about the things that are ahead of you. You will deny it by then, but you will most likely be sulky again.
Now, don't blame me secretly and take your anger out on me."
He sighed and couldn't help complaining: "I didn't know that you two have been like this since you were young."
"No wonder." Zhao Lingfei was angry and retorted, "Who is willing to fight for such a bad thing?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. Well, he has already let go. According to my experience, he only needs three more coaxing words to win.
It's the "darkness before dawn" at this time. In fact, Qingjun has already softened his heart. He must not use provocation. If you say anything good, go to Qian'er and do whatever you want. Instead, you must continue to coax him with soft words.
Take advantage of the victory and pursue it.
He held Qingjun in his arms with one hand, and covered her "disgusting" hand holding her pink bellyband with the other hand, and said with a grimace:
"Xiao Qingjun, my Xiao Qingjun. I haven't done anything wrong recently, right? Just reward your husband and satisfy yourself this time..."
Looking at her husband who rarely softened, Zhao Lingfei said with a sullen face, "Are you really not guilty?"
Zhao Lingfei's voice was very clear and pleasant, "That's not because you have been outside recently, and Qian'er has been with you. If this can cause big trouble for me, how can I live my life like this?"
"Yes, yes, this is what I taught you." Zhao Rong, who was a domineering prince before, suddenly turned into bronchitis.
Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and looked at the pink bellyband in her hand, "Why is it this color?"
She likes the cyan and white colors of lotus flowers, which Brother Rong'er should know.
"Try more, pink... is pretty good. I'll try purple, red, black..." Zhao Rong said seductively in her ear.
The two of them were leaning against each other, whispering sweet words in each other's ears, rubbing their hair together.
When Zhao Lingfei heard her husband talk about those embarrassing colors and interesting things about his girlfriend, she couldn't help but hit him and squeeze him...
"This... this one is too small." Zhao Lingfei lowered her eyes and unfolded the clothes of a certain little fox demon, her tone a little hesitant and doubtful.
Small... is indeed a bit. After all, although you and Xiaoxiao are both thinner, they have different body shapes. Xiaoxiao is more petite... Zhao Rong agreed, but he said with a smile:
"It's okay. It's better to be smaller. It fits better and will make your figure look more feminine after you wet it later."
Zhao Lingfei: "··········"
Why do you know so much!?
After Zhao Rong coaxed her for a while, she felt that she had made a miscalculation. The lady seemed a little different from usual. She seemed to be still suspicious of something. She was lowering her head at this time, turning her jade hands over and over, looking at the small pink bellyband.
My son, I seem to be... looking for some traces.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Rong suddenly felt guilty.
No, I have to eat something harder. Sometimes Qingjun doesn't eat soft food, only hard food.
Bang! Zhao Rong had a serious face and took the picture hard, showing no pity for the lady’s fragrant ass.
"Well, Brother Rong'er, you..." Zhao Lingfei was ashamed and angry.
Zhao Rong pinched her sharp chin and lifted it slightly. He narrowed his eyes and came closer. Then the lady looked at each other with autumn eyes and threatened: "Hurry up, if you keep dilly-dallying, you won't be allowed to take a bath later."
You wore it."
The young Confucian scholar who transformed into a domineering prince suddenly leaned forward and touched the fair forehead of the beauty with autumn eyes.
Bang~
He put his forehead against hers again, rubbed it, glanced at her mouth and said:
"Every time we are intimate, you insist on wearing a bellyband. Are you afraid that I won't know that there is a piece of nephrite inside? Stupid lady, really, there is nothing to hide, and I won't take it away by force, husband. Before.
I have said that I will follow your wishes at this time, whether you cover your bellyband or not, it doesn’t matter.”
The young couple had made a verbal agreement before. Zhao Rong needed to reach the Fuyao Realm and get Zhao Lingfei to nod in agreement. In addition, he had to find the location of the white jade so that he could personally take away the black jade that Zhao Lingfei had raised for him, and complete the process.
Jade exchange ceremony.
This is also the sense of ceremony that Zhao Rong promised to give Qingjun in addition to the once-in-a-lifetime wedding bridal chamber.
Although the two of them haven't mentioned it for a long time and are very affectionate now, they have always had a tacit understanding and have never forgotten this matter.
As for later, when the two of them were deeply in love, they had some smaller agreements, such as when Zhao Rong picked the moon for her, she would nod and agree to him for anything, such as fetching jade, or agreeing to a certain little fox
Demon entering the room?
It's just that Qingjun may have forgotten these agreements that were more like jokes and didn't take them seriously, but someone remembered them all... and was silently waiting for the opportunity...
Now, facing her husband who had accurately found Mo Yu's location and fulfilled one of the three conditions, Zhao Lingfei suppressed her blush.
She hummed softly, turned away, and opened her red lips slightly, but her tone hurt her husband:
"Oh, it's my fault. Brother Rong'er, who failed to meet the agreed requirements? If you had achieved it, how could I have blocked it? Aren't I still afraid that you would watch and feel uncomfortable? As a result, now
It's all my fault, and..."
The woman with autumn eyes paused for a moment, rolled her eyes playfully, and smiled: "It sounds like you are too lazy to take it..."
"Oh, you think I'm not good enough?" Zhao Rong suddenly said.
"I didn't say this, you said it yourself. Don't make excuses to bully me again." Zhao Lingfei smiled, looking at someone who had difficulty reaching Fuyao Realm in a short period of time.
"I can not?"
Zhao Rong nodded, feeling that his position as a younger brother in the family had received a serious challenge.
The next second, he moved like a rabbit, and rushed forward with a cry. With lightning speed, he threw Zhao Lingfei onto the table, pressing his body firmly on her soft and delicate body.
Zhao Lingfei, who was smiling a little cunningly, was pressed down by her husband who seemed to be angry. She didn't care at first. She used force and was about to bully Xia Rong'er, but then Zhao Lingfei was stunned.
Because he was still suppressed by Zhao Rong!
The first time she used what she thought was just the right amount of force, she actually didn't break free. It stands to reason that even if she took the path of a martial artist, she would still be able to reach the heavenly realm.
"Brother Rong'er, you...you..." Zhao Lingfei stared at the young Confucian scholar with her beautiful eyes wide open, and couldn't help but think of some possibility...
"I can't?" Zhao Rong asked softly again, and then he pressed the beauty with a normal expression and gently pushed her.
"Hmm~" Zhao Lingfei subconsciously called out with a sweet nasal voice. She forgot about her blushing and embarrassment, but opened her autumn eyes wide, feeling Zhao Rong's strength at this time and the vitality surging in his body.
She said in surprise: "Brother Rong'er, you...you are Fuyao! When did it happen?"
Zhao Rong didn't answer and suddenly jumped off the table.
He, who had become a martial artist in the Fuyao Realm a few days ago, felt a sense of elation and pleasure when he looked at the surprised lady who was half leaning up on the table.
Zhao Rong thought of the diary written by the martial artist again.
Although the person who writes the diary is not a serious person, the diary written by the unserious warrior is a serious thing and can be of great help to the younger warriors, especially the warriors who are in the bottleneck period and lack a little inspiration. All they need is an opportunity.
…
"Dare you say that your husband is not good?" A certain domineering husband narrowed his eyes.
"I... I didn't, I... said it was you who said it yourself." A certain timid young daughter-in-law suddenly became frightened and cried out.
Hearing his wife's timid tone, Zhao Rong smiled "evilly".
Zhao Lingfei shrank back.
In an instant, Zhao Rong moved. He held her neck with one hand, reached into the crook of her leg with the other hand, and picked up the charming princess.
"Ah!" Zhao Lingfei exclaimed.
Zhao Rong held her in his arms and strode towards the screen bathtub inside the house. On the way, his big hands kept teaching his wife a lesson using family methods.
"Pa!", "Do you dare to say that your husband is not good enough?"
"I did not say……"
"Pa!", "Huh?"
"No...I don't dare anymore..."
"Pa!", "Louder."
"I don't dare anymore!"
"Pa!", "Then, do you want to wear this bellyband coat or not?"
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and whispered softly: "Put it on, I can't do it, brother Rong'er, you... please be gentler..."
Someone nodded with satisfaction, "That's about it. Hey, I'm sorry, I'll rub it for you, husband."
His tone was apologetic, so he kept using his big hands, taking advantage of the lady...
Zhao Lingfei: "··········"
…
After a while, the two boiled water, prepared clothes, and began to incense and bathe.
The door of the north room was closed tightly, and behind the screen in the south corner of the room, warm and moist mist gradually rose.
The mist obscures the bathtub, making it difficult to see clearly.
One could only vaguely see what seemed to be two overlapping figures, accompanied by noisy splashes of water gradually rising from all directions.
This scene is like two mandarin ducks flying together, teasing the warm spring water...
At a certain moment, a certain woman with autumn eyes in the mandarin duck bath had no choice but to put on the narrow and tight pink bellyband.
The glow on her face is all her husband's responsibility...