Huang Rong was instantly angry: "Didn't you just say that as long as someone approaches you, you will know in advance? Even a master like my father is no exception."
Song Qingshu really wanted to swallow what he said just now, thinking that he should not show off indiscriminately in the future, otherwise he would easily shoot himself in the foot: "I'm talking about being awake, how can I be so alert when I'm asleep? If it's an ordinary person Maybe I'll notice it if I get close, but when a master like your father approaches after a deep sleep, I'm not a god, so I can't react quickly."
Huang Rong frowned, and had to admit that what the other party said made sense. If he lived in another room, his father might find him very likely. He had to stay in his own room... as the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.
"We are a married woman, a married man, a lonely man and a widow... Keeping you here will inevitably destroy the melon fields, no way." Although Huang Rong was a little loose, but after careful consideration, she still refused.
Song Qingshu shrugged, and did not continue to force: "You are also reasonable, I will go out and find a place to deal with it all night, you should rest early." Smiling at her, the figure quickly flashed out of the window.
"Hey~" Huang Rong opened her mouth, but in the end she took her hand back, so what if she called him to stop, could she keep him here
Lying on the bed, Huang Rong stared at the top of the bed in a daze. She was very sleepy but couldn't fall asleep anyway. She thought about too many things and recalled too many things. In the end, her thoughts were flying and her heart was messed up.
Boom!
Suddenly a snow-white lightning flashed outside the window, followed by bursts of terrifying thunder, and the power of the world was fully revealed at this moment.
Huang Rong showed a struggling face, and finally sat up from the bed, put on her clothes and picked up the umbrella, really worried and planned to go out to see Song Qingshu.
"With such a storm, I don't know where he is." Huang Rong bit her lip and stood there in a daze for a while.
Peach Blossom Island is not small, so it's not so easy to find someone, but of course Huang Rong didn't wander around with her head depressed, and thought carefully: "He doesn't want to live in another room, so he ran back to my mother's tomb, Thinking about it, there is only the safest place now.”
"No, he just changed his clothes after taking a bath, so he probably won't rush into the rain again, and feel uncomfortable all over." Huang Rong denied her initial speculation, and finally decided to search in these nearby rooms.
As soon as the door was opened, Huang Rong felt a burst of chill even though she was wrapped in a coat, but she still managed to go out and search the empty rooms.
She first searched for her daughter's room, but found nothing, and then went to the room of Xiao Wu and others, but unfortunately, she still found nothing.
Suddenly, my heart moved, thinking that the other party only ate a few pieces of cakes a day, would he go to the kitchen
Holding the hem of her skirt, Huang Rong walked quickly towards the kitchen, who knows how long she ran into Huang Yaoshi.
"What are you doing out so late?" Huang Yaoshi looked at her suspiciously.
Huang Rong also reacted quickly, and continued without hesitation: "I'm suddenly hungry, and I'm going to the kitchen to make something to eat."
"You can tell those dumb servants to do it." Huang Yaoshi looked at his daughter pityingly, "It's inconvenient for you to do these things when you're pregnant."
"It's so late and I don't want to bother them, not to mention that I'm still used to the taste of my own cooking." Huang Rong didn't lower her voice, because she was worried that Song Qingshu was hiding in the kitchen, and hoped that he would hide in advance when he heard the sound.
"That's right, those who flatter you in terms of culinary skills can't catch up with you." Huang Yaoshi nodded, "I'll accompany you there, and I can help you."
Huang Rong hummed, and suddenly asked, "Daddy, why are you still up so late?"
Huang Yaoshi snorted, and his face was a little ugly: "It's not because of that kid Song Qingshu. I suspect that he didn't leave the island at all, so I checked around."
Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly asked, "Did Dad find anything?"
Huang Yaoshi glanced at her: "Are you worried about him?"
Huang Rong hurriedly shook her head, and said with a guilty conscience, "Why would I worry about him?"
"It's fine if you don't have one," Huang Yaoshi snorted, "There can be no more contact between you and him."
"I know...that's the way." Huang Rong pouted, not knowing why, as if she had returned to the scene when she was in love with Brother Jing but was beaten by her father. This feeling is really familiar.
"I know you don't think so, but you are already a married woman, so don't make mistakes." Huang Yaoshi warned again with a cold voice.
"I know, I know." Huang Rong felt a little irritable in her heart, and couldn't help snorting, "Isn't Dad Tang Wu Bo Zhou Kong, why is he like those old scholars of Cheng Zhu Neo Confucianism now?"
Huang Yaoshi's face was dark: "Although father doesn't care about worldly etiquette, he values single-minded love the most. If you make up your mind to leave that kid Guo Jing, father won't say anything; but since you finally chose him, you can't have any more love." Other thoughts."
"What's more, the kid surnamed Song has only been famous for a few years, but he has incurred a lot of romantic debts in the Jianghu. Even people like me who don't care about the affairs of the Jianghu have heard a lot of romantic things about him. How can there be true love for a man like him?" Huang Yaoshi himself is devoted to his wife Feng Heng, so naturally he hates people who are philandering the most, so although he doesn't like Guo Jing, a stupid son-in-law, he hates Song Qingshu, a frivolous prodigal son even more.
"Okay, my daughter is not stupid." Huang Rong's expression darkened, but she had already figured out these principles.
Next, the father and daughter chatted while cooking in the kitchen. The father and daughter hadn't seen each other for many years. Naturally, there was a lot to talk about, and time passed.
Looking at the dishes on the plate, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help frowning and asked, "Can you still eat these things when you're pregnant?"
Huang Rong's eyes flickered, "I don't know why, I'm very hungry these days, and I want to eat some meat."
"Really?" Huang Yaoshi glanced at her thoughtfully.
"Daddy, do you want to try it?" Huang Rong asked hastily.
"I don't eat at night." Huang Yaoshi shook his head. "You are pregnant, and the ground is slippery after it rains. Let me carry it to your room for you."
"No need, my daughter isn't that delicate." Huang Rong was worried that Song Qingshu would run to his room after killing his carbine, so how dare he let his father go.
Huang Yaoshi suddenly said, "You don't hide something shameful in the room, do you?"
"Of course not. I'm not afraid that you will be tired." Huang Rong knew that his father had always been shrewd, and now he must have become suspicious. If he continued to refuse, he might be able to guess something.
"I'm one of the five masters in the Central Plains, why bother to carry something." Huang Yaoshi talked about his identity as a five masters, and couldn't help but think that he could only draw with Song Qingshu with one hand when he attacked with all his strength, and his face darkened three times. point.
"Then I'll trouble Dad." Huang Rong pursed her lips and laughed.
After Huang Yaoshi sent his daughter back to the room, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief after looking around with sharp eyes: "It seems that I was worrying too much, how could Rong'er be so ridiculous."
Seeing that Song Qingshu was not there, Huang Rong couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little melancholy in her heart, did they just say goodbye like this silently
"Okay, it's getting late, you should eat early and rest, Daddy won't bother you anymore." Dispelling the doubts in his heart, Huang Yaoshi relaxed, walked to the door, thought for a while and threw a lemon from his sleeve When he got to the table, he used ingenious softness. Although he threw it so far away, the lemon fell gently on the table without causing any movement. "You are pregnant and eat so many greasy things, be careful of nausea and vomiting. It's time to squeeze some lemon juice and press it."
"Thank you, dad." Seeing how caring his father was, Huang Rong couldn't help feeling a little warm in her heart.
After seeing her father off, Huang Rong sat down at the table, but she didn't touch the hard-cooked dishes before, instead she rested her chin on her hand in a daze.
"Is it really gone?"
At this time there was lightning and thunder outside again, Huang Rong felt palpitations, couldn't help walking to the window and opened the window to look at the dark night sky and the storm outside, she couldn't help frowning and said: "It's raining so hard, where can you go?" ?”
"Are you worried about me?" At this moment, a voice came from below.
Huang Rong was startled, looked down and saw Song Qingshu crouched under the window sill, looking at herself with a smile.
"Why are you hiding here?" Huang Rong was annoyed and funny. Although this place is under the eaves, the wind and rain blows from outside from time to time, and the place next to him is completely soaked. Only a foot of his body is dry, presumably he Keep using your internal strength to keep the rain from blowing on your body.
Song Qingshu smiled wryly and said: "Your father is patrolling around like a burglar. Where can I hide? Only you are the safest place. If you don't let me in, I can only hide in the corner outside."
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Huang Rong knew that he was pretending, but she also felt a little apologetic. After all, with Song Qingshu's martial arts, she was not afraid of her father at all, and the reason why she hid in Tibet like this was mainly because she cared about her own face.
"Let's talk first." Huang Rong took the umbrella to cover him from the wind and rain.
So far, Song Qingshu is naturally not polite, he jumped in through the window: "What is so fragrant?"
Huang Rong pointed to the delicacies on the table: "I just made them in the kitchen, eat them if you don't mind."
Song Qingshu was overjoyed: "Rong'er's culinary skills are unparalleled in the world. I'm too happy to be happy, so why would I hate it?" He hasn't eaten much today except for a few pieces of pastries, and he is indeed hungry now.
"Is this specially made for me?" Song Qingshu couldn't help swallowing his saliva when looking at the delicious dishes.
"Good idea." Huang Rong spat, "It's just because I met dad near the kitchen, so I did it casually so as not to be suspected by him."
Looking at her slightly flushed face, Song Qingshu smiled, stopped asking, and turned his attention back to the few dishes she cooked: "Pepper and salt mantis shrimp, stir-fried flower crab with green onion and ginger, etc., the rest of the dishes One plate is... oysters?"
"What's wrong with the oysters?" Huang Rong looked bewildered, "Because on the island, these are the only seafood these days."
"This is a fetish for men's aphrodisiac, Rong'er, are you implying something?" Song Qingshu asked with a half-smile.
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