Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 693: Huang Rong's choice

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This is the sorrow of smart people. They often subconsciously pursue a solution that has the best of both worlds. In order to achieve the best outcome, they often think a lot. Unfortunately, sometimes, the more they think, the more mistakes they make.

And Huang Rong is such a smart person, if it were an ordinary woman, she would have screamed subconsciously at this time, but she was different, Huang Rong, who was known as Zhuge in the middle school, thought too much at that moment.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, she finally understood the reason why Mrs. Tang's face was full of love when she came in, but it was too late to understand at this time.

Huang Rong knew that Song Qingshu mistakenly thought she was Mrs. Tang, "A dumb man eats coptis, and he can't tell if he suffers." This sentence suddenly flashed in Huang Rong's mind, because she found that she couldn't blame herself∟↙án∟↙ ∟↙Roba, ≤.◇△.♀ Song Qingshu!

It was she who knocked Madam Tang unconscious and stuffed it in the closet, and she took off the soft armor and lay on Song Qingshu's bed, and Song Qingshu obviously made an appointment with Madam Tang to spend the spring night in the room, all of these were actually hers self-made.

"This couple!" Two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks silently, Huang Rong felt bitter, but she knew in her heart that it was definitely not the best strategy to turn against Song Qingshu now.

After all, things that shouldn't have happened happened. If Song Qingshu found out about her identity, and with her greedy and lustful temperament, she would definitely keep pestering her, and her happy and peaceful life would be completely ruined by then.

What made Huang Rong even more troublesome was that she didn't know how to face this man after the truth came out.

If it was an ordinary person, she could kill her with a single blow, but comparing the difference in force between the two sides, Huang Rong would immediately get this idea out of her mind; or another time Song Qingshu dared to treat her like this, even if it was because of a misunderstanding, she would You can also just turn your back on her and never communicate with Guo Jing again. She can even confess to Guo Jing afterwards that she believes that her husband will definitely forgive her for her unintentional mistake; She still has to rely on Song Qingshu to save her husband. If the two really fall out, who will Brother Jing ask to save her

Countless thoughts ran through her mind, and finally Huang Rong found sadly that the best choice for her now is to remain silent.

After all, Song Qingshu doesn't know her identity now, and only regards her as Mrs. Tang. As long as she is fooled tonight, only she will know the truth from the beginning to the end. In that way, whether it is facing Song Qingshu or Guo Jing , she can face it calmly, which woman doesn't have a few secrets...

Having made up her mind, she had no choice but to remain silent, shedding tears while continuing to endure the invasion of the man behind her.

But not long after, Huang Rong's complexion changed a little. The feeling was not so obvious in the dream before, but now when she is awake, she just deeply felt the strong stimulation.

Even though she didn't want to believe it, she still had to admit that the seemingly delicate and thin Song Qingshu was actually much stronger than her burly husband.

When Song Qingshu entered her body again, Huang Rong opened her mouth and let out a silent wail, and the muscles in both legs tensed up.

There was the sound of sizzling water in her ears, Huang Rong couldn't help cursing herself for being useless, why her body gave in to that person so quickly, but that feeling was too strong, and it didn't take long before she was dripping with sweat, Her cheeks were flushed, and the only thing she could do now was to bite the corner of the pillow tightly without making a sound of shame.

I don't know how long it took, Huang Rong felt that all the bones in her body were about to fall apart, but the man behind her didn't seem to stop at all, so she couldn't help crying secretly: "Is this man a bull!"

She has practiced the Nine Yin Manual for so many years, and is proficient in the dog-beating stick method. Her physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary women, but with such a strong body, under the simple and rude attack of the man behind her, she is like a storm raging the sea. Even in the blink of an eye, the flat boat in the middle of the storm may completely fall apart, but this storm has no intention of stopping!

At the beginning, she deliberately suppressed to avoid making a sound, but later, the coquettish moaning sound came out of her mouth uncontrollably, softly and sweetly.

Huang Rong suddenly had some admiration for that woman named Mrs. Tang. She couldn't stand being teased by Song Qingshu at the moment, but she was tossed by the other party for a whole afternoon, and at night she ran to recommend the pillow mat vigorously.

"Mrs. Tang, you are truly a woman among women, a gift to men, especially you tonight, I am most satisfied!"

What Song Qingshu said just now suddenly appeared in Huang Rong's mind, thinking that even though Song Qingshu didn't know his identity, he still felt that he was more satisfied with him than that vixen, Huang Rong actually had such a tinge of joy.

"Bah, I'm so useless. Is this to compete with other women?" Huang Rong quickly cut off these wild thoughts that made her unbearable.

Snapped!

A crisp slap made Huang Rong stunned. That man actually spanked her? !

Although Huang Rong decided to endure it before, it doesn't mean that she has to endure some excessive insults. When she was considering how to express her protest without being identified by the other party, Song Qingshu's domineering and somewhat arrogant voice came from her ear: "Ass is up higher!"

"Ah?" Huang Rong's head was in a daze, her body had already responded in advance before she could figure it out.

"That's the way to be good." Seeing the woman under him tilt her butt up meekly, Song Qingshu whistled, and pressed down again.

"Hmm~" Huang Rong was jolted, and she realized that Song Qingshu made her tilt up for easier entry.

At that moment, Huang Rong was ashamed and angry, like a female leopard, planning to burst out the grievance and pain accumulated all night, who knew that Song Qingshu's subsequent impact made her legs go limp, and all thoughts vanished. .

After another period of time that made Huang Rong tangled and happy, the man behind him might have gotten tired of the same posture, pinched her shoulders and turned her over at once.

Huang Rong exclaimed, even though the room is completely dark now, but Song Qingshu's martial arts is so high, who knows if he can see it, if he sees his appearance, the humiliation he endured silently before is too ridiculous some.

But the difference in skill between the two was too great. Song Qingshu's unquestionable posture made Huang Rong understand that it was impossible to resist. In the panic, Huang Rong had an idea, and the moment he turned over, his whole body was wrapped around Song Qingshu like an octopus. He also leaned his head against his shoulder, so that Song Qingshu couldn't see her face no matter how good his eyesight was.

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You said that if a generation of demon girl Huang Rong traveled to modern times and saw those "Huang Rong Series" on the Internet, what would be her reaction

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Finally, let me sigh, the charm of Huang Rong in the gentleman class is really invincible, the only one who can fight with it is probably Ben Zina or Jian Niang