Chapter 250

The deep red haze was burning at the end of the sky and gradually became a beautiful rose.

Mr. Rong stares at people quietly.

His appearance is not like Shao Qinghe's Qingjun, nor sun yingshao's heroic spirit. At first glance, he is not very brilliant. Before Lin Lang deliberately teased him that he was too ugly to eat. In fact, men belonged to a kind of good-looking, with sharp eyebrows and dignified atmosphere.

Even when it comes to courtship, he has his own bearing.

No coercion, no questioning.

Some people's love moths to the fire, burning themselves in order to get the favor of each other.

He's different.

His acquaintance with Lin Lang had too many hard injuries. If she didn't stand out and attracted his attention, she would not have been trapped step by step.

Every step she took happened to step on the most itchy part of his heart. When he came back to his senses, some emotions could not be simply covered up by the city government. It's absurd for a chess player to pity a chess piece, but it's not without such a small probability. He's just unlucky and he's just hit the trick.

A head into this love net, Mr. Rong is also glad that he is a little older and has enough patience to deal with this unexpected romantic love affair.

He is different from those little boys. He is noisy and can't wait for answers. He is like a stab in the head. He has to bump his head and break the blood before he can give up. Mr. Rong knows that immature ideas and behaviors will only push girls further and further away. It is true that love should have passion. However, a gentle and considerate man who can understand a girl's heart is undoubtedly more advantageous.

Mr. Rong is not in a hurry. He will let people get used to his existence and invade her world in the way of spring breeze and drizzle.

"It doesn't matter. You don't have to answer me now, and I won't anger you just because you don't agree." He laughed, and his deep brows and eyes glowed with warmth in the dusk. "It's just my personal love. I want you to know, I want you to hear. If you're in a dilemma, it's not my intention to express myself."

He took his hand and touched it gently.

"If you don't take the liberty."

"There's always a seat for you, sir"

a cool breeze ran through her cheek and messy her black hair.

He held out his other hand and pulled it aside to his ear.

"It's windy. You'll catch cold if you stay any longer."

Mr. Rong let go of her hand.

Since he said that the intention was private, he had to abide by some rules, even though he knew that he was more convenient by virtue of his status as a gentleman.

A pull pulled him.

He looked back in surprise.

The other side twisted half his face and didn't look at him.

"What's the matter?"

He noticed the abnormality and wanted to step forward.

Unexpectedly, he went further, and she went back.

Leng is not to let him close.

Mr. Rong frowned and was wondering why.

Does she think that she is "hard to get"?

"I am capricious, sir."

All of a sudden, he heard this sentence and his eyes slid onto her face. He caught the tiny lip biting movement.

At this moment, Mr. Rong was blessed to the soul, and his tone contained a conniving smile, "well, how about that?"

"Also, I eat dumplings without vinegar."

He quickly added, "OK, next time I'll open the bowls evenly and not put them together."

"The smoke smells bad."

"Quit."

"Can you watch the moon on the roof without sleeping at night?"

"Yes, but we can only see Haishi."

"Well..."

She turned her head and turned her head to the left with a look of grievance.

"Why don't you come and hug me?"

Even if he didn't do the act of playing coquettish, Mr. Rong was almost adored by this scene.

Hundreds of small butterflies flutter in the heart and fly from a certain exit.

As soon as the words fell, Lin Lang instinctively gave a "ah".

The whole man was raised by a pair of powerful iron arms.

Mr. Rong held his legs without any effort, as if holding a light doll. She grabbed his clothes with both hands, and managed to stabilize it. His dark hair scattered all over him.

"What are you doing?" The girl was angry with his eyes.

"Don't you want a hug?" "Who do you think you're in love with?" he said

"Bah, shameless. Who says she loves you? Miss Shi Rong just gives you a chance to show off." She looked down and poked the man's brow with her finger and said cunningly, "don't get too carried away, uncle Rong."

Mr. Rong began to have a headache at this time. The age gap between them could not be changed. He also realized that he was really called Uncle by his lover. What a taste

"It's Rong Jiu." He corrects, "I'm the ninth in the family.""Uncle Rong Jiu."

"Good, it's Rong Jiu."

"Granddad Rongjiu."

“……”

In the end, Mr. Rong gave up his correction.

The little bastard was proud of his pet, but he gave it by himself.

"Angry?" She held his shoulder in one hand and clenched a wisp of hair in the other hand, deliberately scratching his face.

Mr. Rong did not speak.

"Well, I'm just kidding you. Don't get angry." She quickly to put out the fire, soft girl's voice is like a ball of cotton, people want to bite.

Mr. Rong thought, is he like that kind of person who forgives immediately because he is a little coquettish?

Well, he looks like.

His eyebrows relaxed, then heard her say, "nine elder brother, you look up at me, good-looking?"

Nine elder brother.

This little villain.

Mr. Rong's ears were blown soft again.

He lifted his eyelids and said, "you are not good-looking. Do you have no points in your heart? Yeah? What can I do with Rong Jiu's vision? "

The afterglow of the setting sun is hidden in the clouds, and her long hair is scattered in the wind, especially her sparkling eyes, which attract people's soul. "I just want to ask you whether the scenery is good or not." She said innocently, "since nine elder brother wants to praise me, just say it directly, and I won't laugh at you."

“……”

It was set up again.

Mr. Rong couldn't laugh or cry. Her ability to cut through the needle was still alive.

"Good looking, you'd better watch, OK?"

He held her firmly in one hand, and held her head with the other big hand.

There was a little wind in the dusk, a little hasty.

But it didn't stop him from kissing the girl he wanted.

It's just a little bit.

"Go, go home."

He crossed his fingers and led people across the thin ridge.

Mr. Rong didn't go back to his house. He built a house near his parents' former residence a few years ago, using ordinary tiles and bricks. He usually comes back with a low profile. This time, considering Lin Lang, Mr. Rong chose a spacious carriage.

Outside the house was fenced with a large area of tulip flowers. After the sun set, the petals curled up timidly towards the inside, which did not have the meaning of being attached to each other.

"We'll have to spend the night here tonight." Mr. Rong let the coachman go to another place to rest. He took a bunch of copper keys from the cuff and opened the door.

Looking at the door, there was a table of eight immortals with a set of ordinary white porcelain tea sets. What attracted her attention was a big bow with paint on the wall and a few iron arrows in the bag, which was slightly bloody.

On the left is the kitchen, separated by a blue curtain, and a pile of firewood is faintly visible, while on the right is naturally a sleeper. Before entering Mr. Rong's room, Lin Lang went to the sleeper first while he was looking for a candle for lighting.

The room was tidier than expected. The plain blue bedclothes were folded neatly, with a dark bedside cabinet and a simple suitcase beside it.

"What's the matter, disappointed with my room?"

Man's voice from behind, there is a trace of narrow smile, "I'm so sorry, I'm such a boring man."

The light of the candle spreads all over the room, forming a cold and hot light with the light outside the window.

"I can't see it." "Where am I going to sleep tonight?" she said

Mr. Rong's face did not change, and he gave a poor answer, "if you want to sleep on the ground, I don't mind."

Lin Lang squinted at him.

"Why do you want to be beautiful?"

"There's no way." He said with a smile, "my bed is half as good as you."

"No, I want two-thirds."

"Whatever you want."

Mr. Rong went to the side of the cupboard, dropped a drop, stood the candle, and said, "I'll boil the water. We'll go to bed when we wipe ourselves off." He spoke freely, like an old man and wife who had been together for a long time. When it came to sleeping, he didn't mean to blush.

Although in the poor countryside, Mr. Rong still takes good care of people. Lin Lang cleaned up in the kitchen and changed into a comfortable cotton dress.

"Done?"

Mr. Rong also came back from the outside. He put his robe in his hands, as if it were rolled up.

He went straight to the window, carefully unfolded the corner of his robe and gently shook off the contents. The flaming red perianth is surrounded by green, which makes it very fresh.

"Let these little flowers spend the night with you."

He smiles at people.

A man with knowledge and interest is really lethal.

Lin Lang opened the quilt and hid in, "then I'll sleep first."

Mr. Rong nodded, took some clothes and turned to take a bath.

When she was sleepy, she felt some itching on her toes. She rubbed it subconsciously. Then she was caught by a thick male palm, and her voice was hoarse. "Don't move. I'll rub it for you."Before leaving, Mr. Rong prepared a pair of light soft soled shoes, but after walking for such a long time, he thought he must be tired, even if she didn't say anything.

"It's itchy You should be gentle... "

She begged consciously.

Mr. Rong raised his eyes to see the unprotected sleeping face. His eyes were slightly deep.

She was brave enough to fall asleep in front of a man who was plotting against her. Was she determined that he would not be impulsive?

Mr. Rong's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his anger was restrained.

When he calmed down, the crow came into his ears.

It's getting late.

Mr. Rong also lay down, side to face.

After a while, she automatically leaned up, close to his chest, as if to hit the mouth, murmured a "really hard ah.". Mr. Rong laughed and simply stretched out his arm to sleep on his pillow.

A night's sleep till the sun goes up.

Mr. Rong hasn't slept so soundly for a long time. He plans to stay here for a few days and then go back.

As for three meals a day, of course, you have to work on your own.

He took the gun with him to Lin Lang for self-defense. He was carrying a bow and arrow on his back and wanted to walk around. It would be better if he could hunt some small animals and come back for dinner.

"Then I'll peel the sweet potatoes before you come back." Lin Lang said excitedly.

Mr. Rong stroked his forehead, "no, just let me come."

He was afraid that there was only slag left after cutting.

"Then I do the laundry?"

"The landscape is a little cold. Don't touch it. I'll wash it when I come back."

Lin Lang looked disappointed. "What can I do?"

If you don't make trouble, Amitabha.

Mr. Rong's black eyes filled with the light of affection, big palm stroked her head, and said with a smile, "move a small bench to sit at the door, and wait for me to come back."

"Oh," Lin Lang said, "come back quickly." Then he added, "don't go on my back with a pretty village girl."

Mr. Rong laughed for a while, and quickly responded to the threat of the other party. He asked her to put on the hunting tools and set out.

"Shua -"

a sharp arrow left the string and hit a grey breasted pheasant. The sound of cackling was endless.

Mr. Rong quickly walked over and caught his claws. He pulled out the arrow, tied it with a rope and threw it into the bag neatly. He caught a glimpse of a bunch of fresh mushrooms under the pine tree. After thinking for a moment, he also picked them down.

It was only half an hour before he came out, and the harvest was quite abundant. Mr. Rong wiped off his sweat and was not greedy. He immediately went back to his house.

Outside the door spread a group of wet mud particles of wild flowers, Mr. Rong pick eyebrows, she still can't help running out.

"Your ninth elder brother has come back. Don't you come out to meet someone soon?"

He stepped into the room with a smile. A graceful figure was making tea with his back to him. When he heard this, the cup circled in his palm.

Mr. Rong stretched out his long legs, stood behind the man, wrapped his hands around her chest, and magically took out a grasshopper.

"I made it up casually. For the first time, it's a bit raw. Don't despise it for its ugliness." Mr. Rong's voice was still with a three-part laugh. "Of course, it's not self-respect. I'm a hidden folk artist. I don't think it's so ugly that you can't eat."

The other side did not move, Mr. Rong was much higher than her. Looking down, the tea in her cup waved.

She was shaking.

It's not the right mood.

"What's the matter with you?" He frowned, put down his bow and arrow, and pulled his shoulder over. "Is it uncomfortable? Is it the cake? "

Mr. Rong's heart is bound to feel some remorse. He was greedy for convenience, so he heated some of yesterday's cakes for breakfast, but did not ask her whether she was used to eating.

As soon as he said this, the tears ran down.

"What's wrong with you?" Mr. Rong was worried now. He took her face carefully and coaxed in a low voice, "it's OK. You can bear with it. I'll take you to the doctor now. It's not a big disease to eat bad stomachs. We won't cry, eh? "

Then he wanted to hold her and hold her directly. She seemed to be in a panic and quickly stepped back.

"Pa!"

A small bag fell out of the sleeve.

Mr. Rong obviously saw that the corners of her mouth couldn't be restrained.

Two people get along with each other for a period of time, he knows her preferences, but also her casual little habits.

What is she afraid of?

Mr. Rong bent down and picked up the small bag, weighing it in his hand. It was light, it was a bag of powder. "What is this?" he said with a smile

"It's something for a headache." She lowered her head in disguise and reached for it.

The man's expression is calm, "isn't it arsenic?"

Lin Lang action a meal, suddenly smile, "yes, I intend to poison you, do a pair of ghost mandarin duck." She put her hands around the man's neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss.Mr. Rong wanted to question her and swallowed it again. He lowered his head and sucked his lover's lips.

This seduction almost brought out his pent up anger for the whole night. Mr. Rong felt dizzy and swayed around like he was drunk. Finally, he simply leaned against the wall.

"Go Let's go... "

The murmur of the murmur made Mr. Rong's head shake, subconsciously to see her face stained with tears.

His eyes flashed with consternation, and he was about to speak and was severely bitten on the tip of his tongue.

"Run

Mr. Rong was pushed out of the door by her and staggered back a few steps.

"Someone is going to kill you!"

It was rare for her to have such an unseemly side. Her voice was almost trembling. Even if she was holding the door frame with her hands, she felt like she was falling.

Mr. Rong stepped on the wild flowers.

Wild flowers

The color of the flower is white!

There are many secret words between Mr. Rong and Lin Lang, such as flowers, red festivity, white funeral, to remind the surrounding environment of the dangerous degree.

As Lin Lang was left in the house and didn't go out any more, this kind of code language was used less. Just now, he only cared about his own happiness and forgot the meaning of this layer!

"What are you doing? Run

She was anxious, her eyes were red, but her steps did not move.

Mr. Rong's heart sank.

Behind the door came another slender figure.

The cold muzzle of the gun against the woman's neck, he smile, do not see the slightest anger, even warm voice said, "master, Qinghe finally saw you."

He looked at the surrounding landscape and expressed his approval. "This is indeed a place suitable for physical and mental cultivation. No wonder the master came here at all costs."

Mr. Rong saw that Lin Lang was caught in the palm of his hand, and his anxiety flashed from the bottom of his eyes. In the end, he was a man who had gone through the storm. Even in the face of the rebellion of his important officials, he didn't have hysteria, but cut into the main topic quickly, "what do you want?"

Shao Qinghe can find here, Mr. Rong has no hope that his confidants can arrive, it is obvious that his whereabouts have already been leaked.

Not only Shao Qinghe, but also other trusted people.

Mr. Rong tried to think of the situation as bad as possible.

Shao Qinghe and Lin Lang were lovers in the past. He knew this relationship, so he valued him because he appreciated his ability. On the other hand, out of some secret mind, he hoped that Lin Lang would transfer his hatred to Shao Qinghe and lessen his bad sense of love.

However, after all, he raised a tiger and caused today's disaster.

"What do I want?"

Shao Qing and his eyes narrowed.

"That's a good question. What do I want?" The barrel of his gun swam between the delicate neck, with a little bit of light indulgence, "I naturally want to return what I lost."

Both sides know what is lost.

Mr. Rong restrained his anger and calmed down. He was patient with others. "You don't like her much, do you? From the very beginning, I can see that you are just an ordinary brother and sister to Lin Lang, and you have had a good relationship with each other, but that's all. "

"Not bad." Shao Qinghe admitted frankly, "I like it, but I don't have many points. However, my personal idea is more paranoid, I can not love her, but she will not be allowed to take a fancy to other men

"So --"

he tilted his head to one side and approached his neck.

It stabbed the blood sucking fangs.