Chapter 633 I want to know each other with you for a long life! (2)
As soon as Zhao Rong put his face into the pitch-black bed, even before the early morning light could gain a foothold in it, two steaming little feet came towards him.
Hit the bullseye.
"you!"
The painful places are one on the forehead and the other on the nose.
Zhao Rong covered his handsome face that fascinated thousands of divorced women.
"snort."
Qingjun's cold snort came from the bed.
Zhao Rong immediately put down his hand, stretched his hands under the quilt, and grabbed the two slim feet that were about to shrink...
"You ladies, if you feel any pain from kicking, I'll rub it for you, husband." He said seriously.
It seemed that someone was very skillful in squeezing women's slender feet. Zhao Lingfei's slightly hoarse voice under the quilt had a trill, "I hate it, you... let go."
Zhao Rong pretended not to hear, and was unwilling to let go. His two big hands stretched into the bed and he was savoring all the feelings:
After being held by his ankle,
On the left, the entire arch of the foot is tight and straight, and is trembling slightly.
No need to think about it, it's Qingjun's slender feet.
The one on the right, as soon as it is held, the whole foot becomes limp and limp, ready to be kneaded and manipulated.
It's Qian'er's.
Zhao Rong has always felt that slim feet are one of the most attractive and sexy things about a woman.
Even though he had played very wildly and sexually last night.
But Zhao Rong felt that enjoying the foot in the early morning was a different experience. At least he could see it more clearly, right?
He grabbed the two girls' little feet out of the quilt and looked down at them.
Qingjun's feet are delicate and slender, with perfect foot shape, like an exquisite work of art.
Qian'er's feet, while small, are a little fleshy, like the baby fat on the girl next door's face, and she can't help but pinch them.
The former is suitable for appreciation and careful handling, while the latter is suitable for... bullying.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked at it carefully for a while.
The two slender feet of Qingjun and Qianer were originally as white as frost and snow.
It's just that he didn't control the 'degree' last night.
There were white and red swellings on the arches of their feet and some of their toes.
But in the lazy sunshine at this time, there is also something cute.
Zhao Rong couldn't help lowering his head and kissed him twice.
"Hmm..." Xiao Qian'er, who had buried her face, couldn't help it anymore and spat, "Brother perverted Rong'er."
Zhao Lingfei, who has always been elegant in conversation and aloof and polite, also blushed and scolded: "He has become... a perverted husband."
Zhao Rong said melancholy: "Why have I become a pervert?"
Zhao Lingfei felt a little aggrieved that she was entrusted to someone else. "You are a scholar. You have read so many books by saints and sages. You are also serious and steady in front of others. Where did these... last night go? Why... why are all these things in your mind?
Things that shame people and torment our girls.”
Zhao Rong asked in confusion: "What did you do to shame people and torment your women last night? Qingjun, please make it clear. You can't denounce someone's innocence with your words."
"You, you still ask!"
Zhao Lingfei buried her head in the quilt and kicked her slender feet forward. Unfortunately, she was controlled and could not kick the bad guy to death.
"That's right!" Xiao Qian'er, who was in the trenches with the young lady last night to resist the fierce artillery fire, cheered for the young lady: "Brother Rong'er, you have changed and become bad. How could you bully the young lady like that last night! I can't stand it anymore. Huh."
"
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and then asked: "So this is why you, little girl, hid behind you last night, calling it a helping hand and then kept pushing Qingjun?"
Xiao Qian'er: "......"
Concubine Zhao Ling stretched her thin neck and spat at a girl next to her who was not helping her: "That stinky girl is going to die!"
He stretched out his fist to knock her chestnut.
The little girl quickly turned around and hid, complaining: "Miss, Miss, don't listen to Brother Rong'er stirring up trouble. I'm really helping you. Didn't you see how hard I pushed last night? I...I
I’m helping you, don’t misunderstand me.”
Zhao Lingfei was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into the ground, "Help me, even if you keep calling you, you can't help me, and keep me in front of you to suffer? Those who don't know may think that you and him are in the same group, working together to bully me!"
"
Even if she moves her butt just a little bit, she still feels a burning pain.
Zhao Lingfei's pretty face was as red as a ripe apple.
Wow...it's almost broken...
She never wanted to leave this quilt and go out to meet people in her life.
Xiao Qian'er was still arguing in a low voice, "Ms., didn't I agree to let you take the lead? You are the miss, Qian'er... Qian'er is just a pitiful, weak and helpless little maid, how can she dare to rob her? Moreover,
I think you quite like it, Miss."
Zhao Lingfei had a sullen face and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Do you like shouting at the top of your voice?"
"Well, I thought you were shouting for Brother Rong'er on purpose... He seems to be quite useful. I almost couldn't hold you back from behind..." Xiao Qian'er whispered softly: "Also, the woman said she didn't want it.
Doesn’t it mean that I…want it very…very much? It’s duplicity.”
"Stinky girl, you, you, shut up!"
Zhao Lingfei, who was in bed, endured the pain and rolled over and rushed forward, wanting to die with a certain 'little traitor'.
Zhao Rong smiled and watched the two women's internal strife for a while.
Then, after hearing Xiao Qian'er's cry for help from the 'double senior agent', he took the opportunity to get into bed.
After a while of fussing.
Zhao Rong stopped the two girls who were quarreling with each other. He put his arm around a slim waist, and the three of them lay on their backs on the messy wedding bed.
The three of them gasped and looked up at the red curtain above their heads.
Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er took the initiative to hug their sweetheart's arms.
It was quiet for a while.
Zhao Rong turned his head, kissed Zhao Lingfei's messy hair on her forehead, and said with a smile:
"Of course you have to be more serious in front of outsiders, but you are not outsiders. If I am still serious as my husband, then it will probably be your turn to be anxious."
Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and said arrogantly: "Who said that? I hope that my husband is a real gentleman. He is the same on the outside and on the outside. He doesn't bully my wife at home. He respects me as a guest and treats me with the same eyebrows."
Zhao Rong bit her ear: "Oh, if your husband is so honest, then no one will write you a love letter, and no one will teach you how to have a baby..."
Zhao Lingfei was a little itchy from his lips and breath.
She shrank her head and said stubbornly: "I don't want it. It's better for you to be more serious."
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said seriously: "Then no one will make you a hearty breakfast? You won't be able to lie down in bed with peace of mind."
"Humph, if you don't eat, you're not hungry."
Zhao Rong blinked and nodded, "Aren't you hungry? I understand. Is Qingjun full just now?"
Zhao Lingfei brushed her ears and turned red, "I'll eat you big-headed devil!"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong nodded in agreement and blew into her ear: "Well, it is indeed a big deal... ghost."
The last word is a bit harsh.
"..."
Xiao Qian'er understood the homophony and blushed.
She interrupted and changed the subject:
"I know why the young lady wants the gentleman Rong'er brother more. Humph, why don't you want love letters and breakfast? She is even more reluctant to part with the baby..."
While hiding from Zhao Lingfei's murderous hand, the little girl said leisurely:
"But compared with a "gentleman Rong'er brother" who is single-minded and dull-witted, these things can be postponed a little later."
Zhao Rong: "......"
This plain talk left him speechless.
I really don't know what to say.
He shut up and acted dumb.
The room between three people was quiet for a while.
At this time, Zhao Lingfei suddenly let go of Zhao Rong's arm that she had held before.
Her snow-white arms poked out of the bed, trying to get up.
Zhao Rong jumped up quickly and hugged the snow-white and soft lady under the quilt from behind with both hands.
"Don't leave..."
Could it be that he was angry... He felt nervous.
Pretending to be nonchalant, he asked, "You, what are you doing?"
Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and looked at Zhao Rong's arms holding her tightly, feeling his strength.
She pursed her lower lip lightly and glanced back at him, "Get up and have breakfast. Why, isn't it just for us?"
The woman's tone was relaxed.
Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shook his head, "No, I just did the right thing for you."
"You... loosen your hands, it hurts me a little... why are you so hard?" Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, looked at him with her narrow autumn eyes and said: "Oh, someone is quite diligent today, and he knows how to give me and
Qian'er is making breakfast, step aside, I'm going to check your cooking skills."
"No, no, no, don't get out of bed yet!" Zhao Rong turned over and jumped out of the bed very flexibly, stopping them from getting up holding the quilt, and volunteered: "Good lady, you are not feeling well, and you are naked... and...
You haven't got any clothes on, so you'd better stay warm in bed for a while to feel more comfortable. Husband, I'll bring you the plate and feed you."
Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er looked at the attentive figure of someone running out of bed.
They looked at each other, and their hearts felt warm and sweet, as if they had eaten honey.
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PS: I’ve been sorting out the outline recently, so I’m a little slow. Sorry, dear brothers...