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"above?"
Lin Lang raised her eyebrows.
Sun Yingshao rushed up suddenly.
"You want... eh?"
Caught off guard, she was thrown down again by a short-legged milk dog.
The other party rolled her around on the bed with her in his arms, and finally stabilized his body.
"Um?"
She raised her elbows slightly and looked down at the person under her.
The pitch-black cap with melon skin was loosely placed on his head, his clothes were open, and his wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy and attractive color. The boy's long eyelashes fluttered awkwardly, and occasionally he lifted his eyelids to peek at her, and when he met Lin Lang's gaze, he quickly shrank back, pretending nothing happened.
"Is this okay?"
A weak breath as thin as a gnat sounded, and the hand he put on her waist became sweaty due to tension.
Hot, hot, suffocating.
Everything in front of him made him dizzy, and her whole face seemed to be shining.
"I like good kids."
Lin Lang tilted her head, her crescent-like eyes were full of smiles.
"Well... Minmin will be good."
When he saw her smile, the corners of his mouth instinctively pulled back to respond to her. In fact, he was already almost a useless person. He only thought she was so pretty and her voice was so gentle. At this moment, the idea of committing a crime suddenly became strong.
Hot sweat dripped from Sun Yingshao's forehead, and his breathing became tight.
"Will you be obedient?"
"Minmin... only listen to my sister."
He repeated mechanically, staring at the person in a daze.
Could he... do something a little bit worse
For example…
Seeing someone raise his hand, Sun Yingshao pulled out the jade hairpin that Wanfa had.
"Well-"
The blue hair is like a waterfall, and the white wrist is covered with frost.
Strands of hair whipped his face, which hurt a little.
Well, it's also very fragrant.
Sun Yingshao stared blankly at the person approaching him, with black hair and red lips, attacking with beauty.
His whole face was blushing, and he groaned for a long time like a little daughter-in-law, and finally choked out a sentence, "Sister, don't get so close, Minmin seems to have a fever."
His whole body was hot, his head was dizzy, his limbs were still limp, and he had no strength at all.
It's over, he actually had a fever at such an important moment!
"Well, let my sister see if she really has a fever."
The low laughing female voice pierced into his ears, making him even more numb, and a group of naughty little ants crawled around on his nerves.
She brushed her hair at the side of her temples with her fingers, while lowering her face.
The two foreheads touched each other.
It turned out that there was a small black mole at the end of my sister's eye, like a sesame seed, the more I looked at it, the more I wanted to lick it.
Bah, Sun Yingshao, you pervert, what are you thinking? It's not a puppy, what are you licking!
Second Young Master Sun's little heart was thumping like violent drumbeats, and the hand that used to hold the gun was also trembling because of the master's abnormality.
Sun Yingshao realized something and quickly closed his eyes.
My sister is going to kiss him, right
According to the book, it is best to close your eyes when doing this kind of embarrassing thing between lovers, otherwise it will be easy to embarrass.
Lin Lang was amused to see the other party pouted for a kiss.
She stretched out two fingers, dipped them like a dragonfly in water, and immediately after that, her flushed handsome face was so hot that it could cook an egg.
Tsk, innocent little guy.
"Boom—"
Someone knocked on the door.
Sun Yingshao opened his eyes instantly, and a dangerous stern light flashed through them.
Lin Lang slowly got up from him, quickly combed her hair, turned around and looked back, and it was that beautiful Miss Shi from Paramount again.
"unlucky."
Sun Yingshao scrambled his hair irritatedly, his whole body was full of ferocity, but when his eyes turned to Lin Lang, the other party blinked at him.
A cloud of red suddenly appeared on his cheeks, and he moved to her side, hooking her fingertips with his little finger.
Anyway, I hugged and hugged and kissed.
The older sister was his, and even if she had a few more legs, she wouldn't be able to run away.
Sun Yingshao felt relieved and sent someone to cover Linlang out.
She lifted the curtain, and saw Mr. Rong sitting on a mahogany chair, wearing a black silk gown with a chilling aura, and the people next to him didn't dare to take a breath.
"gentlemen?"
Lin Lang naturally showed surprise, "Why are you here?"
The other party walked over quickly, held her by the shoulders, looked her up and down, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you're fine."
Hearing the report from his subordinates, Lin Lang suddenly disappeared in his shop. At that moment, his head was buzzing. He was afraid that the Huai gang would not keep their promises, and they came here specially to snatch her as a hostage and threaten him.
"I'm fine, it's just that a gentleman made a little joke with me." Lin Lang raised her hand to straighten his slightly messy collar, and looked up at the person, "I'm even happier that my husband is so worried about me. "
With smile lines on the corners of Mr. Rong's mouth, he stretched out his arms to wrap around the girl's shoulders, and said softly, "Go home."
Lin Lang was stunned.
According to Mr. Rong's habit, he usually said "return to the house", "return to the Rong's family compound", etc. He never said the word "return to home".
"Let's go."
He rubbed Lin Lang's head, and led her into the car waiting outside.
After Lin Lang returned to the Rong family's house, Mr. Rong never let her go to Paramount again, and occasionally allowed her to go out for a stroll and relax, provided that he also accompanied him.
After countless times of "tempering", Mr. Rong's patience for shopping with others has grown.
Hua Dan, the head of Paramount, gradually became Lily.
She didn't say anything, and stayed obediently and docilely where Mr. Rong could see. Bored and panicked, she began to "toss" the man, or secretly hid the snuff bottle that was conveniently used, or painted a face on him while he was sleeping, making Mr. Rong dumbfounded, as if raising a Like a debt collector's daughter.
Of course, Lin Lang's favorite show is Zha Xiaoren.
Yes, she just finds the male lead very unpleasant, so she has to put eye drops on his immediate superior.
Mr. Rong knew her waywardness, as long as it wasn't too much, he sometimes followed her.
The whip wound on Shao Qinghe's body has not healed, and several new bloody marks have been added.
The sympathy of the people in Rong's mansion for Mr. Shao, the military adviser, grew day by day.
The badness of the two was almost to the point of sneering when they met.
"Miss, Mr. Rong asked you to punish me, not to abuse my privilege." Shao Qinghe touched the scar on his waist and abdomen.
"Miss is happy today, I will reward you with a few more lashes and keep them as a souvenir in the future, won't you?" Lin Lang put away the iron whip and said with a smile, "There is a saying that a man's wounds are all honorable. Medals, I have awarded you so many medals, you have to thank me very much."
Shao Qinghe frowned, "Who said that?" Let him try to be whipped a few times
"I'm talking nonsense."
"..."
He didn't want to continue talking with this person, so he picked up his clothes and put them on. Before leaving, he turned his face and said indifferently, "Although the master is protecting you now, you'd better not have the chance to fall into my hands."
"I will, don't worry about Mr. Shao."
She waved her hand lightly.
Eating and sleeping to abuse the male protagonist is the main theme of Linlang's days.
Since she didn't have to go to Paramount to work, she was more free every day. The first thing she opened was to think about how to catch the male lead's sore feet, and then go to Mr. Rong's side to listen to the wind.
Shao Qinghe should be eager to get rid of her now.
Lin Lang gloated and thought, the hero probably will have to stay on the sick bed for a few more days.
"What are you thinking? So happy?"
The tip of the nose touched a touch of coolness.
Lin Lang looked up.
Mr. Rong retracted his flour-stained fingers as if nothing had happened.
In the blink of an eye, it was the winter solstice, and it was rare for Mr. Rong not to go out, so he called Lin Lang over early, and the two went to the small kitchen together.
Due to Mr. Rong's previous order, the kitchen was cleaned up. As soon as he entered the door, he took a clean washbasin with ease, added an appropriate amount of flour and salt, and put the egg whites in it.
He took a bowl of cold water, poured some into it, and stirred the flour into lumps with chopsticks.
"Sir, what are you doing?" She stood by and watched.
"Dumplings." Mr. Rong said succinctly, and when the dough was formed, it was almost done, and he turned his body slightly, "You come."
Lin Lang kneaded the dough a few times, which was unexpectedly clumsy compared to the man's proficiency.
Mr. Rong found it amused to see her blushing and flustered little movements.
"Well, it's not like you, you have to be more flexible in judo."
The man's tall body enveloped her, and he stretched out his hands from behind, patiently teaching her to knead the dough in a hugging gesture.
Fine dust was floating in the air, and the paper window revealed entangled golden threads, reflecting between his broad eyebrows, showing a gentle and generous outline.
Mr. Rong's hands are very rough, with thick calluses and scars in his palms, but he is even more talented than Lin Lang in fine work. He rolled the dumpling skins and chopped the fillings. He was the one who made Baoyuan.
As for the physical work of pulling bellows, it must be reserved for men.
So Lin Lang obediently acted as a melon-eating crowd for a while, and it was enough to express her admiration, sir, for how great you are throughout the whole process.
Mr. Rong is also very useful, the doting smile on his face is almost blinding.
"Hula-"
Mr. Rong sat on a small bench with a strong sword without losing his poise, pulling and pushing the bellows rhythmically with his right hand, and hanging the split hard firewood with his left hand to send it to the furnace. The edge of the pot popped out, and a fragrance was permeated.
The fire in the hearth was burning hotter and hotter, and Mr. Rong's face was flushed red from the smoke.
Lin Lang propped her chin, her pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes staring at the person.
"Sir, there is something I must say."
Mr. Rong said "hmm", "I don't want to hear it now."
Maybe it's because of self-confidence, this little bastard has been very bad recently, always catching his shortcomings and talking non-stop. Last month, he said that he was not good-looking and couldn't eat, and last month, he complained that he was grinding his teeth while sleeping, which affected her interest in painting. .
"Mr. is so good at cooking, whoever can marry you is really blessed."
Mr. Rong who was suddenly praised was a little bit overwhelmed.
When he thought about it, he always felt that something was weird.
Forget it... as long as she is happy.