Allow her to be pampered

Looking at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the weather should have been getting drier, but in the past few days, the sky seemed to have a hole, and the rainstorm continued without stopping.

It is strange to say that this year in Yue'an, there was an abnormal amount of rain, and people's livelihood was also very sluggish. In the first year of the year, it was rainy and rainy continuously, to the extent that a river embankment was washed away, and the people were displaced and became refugees.

Thinking back to that night, it was clearly a week ago when I ran into the boy begging for food, but Chi Rong can still vividly remember the situation at that time.

These days, she and Wu Qingzhi couldn't be more busy. Apart from the need for timely approval of official documents and accounts, the business of the leather carving shop cannot be left behind.

In addition, due to the heavy rain in Ewing, the leather could not be dried, and the output of various leather workshops plummeted.

Since there is no right time and place, there is only harmony between people.

That day, after get off work, as soon as the two of them returned home, the butler came up to him and asked, "The lotus root sent by Second Young Master Jiang is only the last two pieces, how do you plan to eat it?"

Chi Rong didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "You can eat whatever you want, it's not the last meal, and it's not that you can't buy it anymore."

The housekeeper smiled and replied modestly: "Young Madam, to tell you the truth, it is indeed impossible to buy it! It is raining so hard that the paddy fields near the dam are all overflowing."

Wu Qingzhi frowned imperceptibly, waved his hand again and said: "Let's make a soup, it's rainy and humid, drink the soup to get rid of the cold."

After speaking, the housekeeper took the order and immediately withdrew.

The two of them rested in the seat, the rain hit the glass, making crackling noises, but the room was stuffy, Chi Rong couldn't sit still, so he insisted on finding something to pass the time.

Chi Rong chirped: "My hair is a little loose, why don't you tie it up again, or it will fall out when I eat later."

As soon as these words came out, there was a bit of pampering and coquettishness.

Chi Rong was used to being reckless by Wu Qingzhi, she needed Wu Qingzhi to feed fruit to her mouth, she needed Wu Qingzhi to accompany her when she read novels, and now Wu Qingzhi had to do it herself when she tied her hair.

However, Chi Rong is deeply loved after all, and in Wu Qingzhi's eyes, every frown and smile is full of coquettishness and coquettishness.

Wu Qingzhi took the hair rope and said with a slight smile, "Forget it, it's time to practice."

"Practice what?"

"In case I have a daughter in the future, I can also comb her hair."

On that side, Wu Qingzhi smiled dotingly, but Chi Rong couldn't be ashamed.

Chi Rong pouted her mouth and face, only feeling the warmth of Wu Qingzhi's fingers repeatedly lingering on her head and neck, like a wordless caress.

While combing, Wu Qingzhi suddenly leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Chi Rong, can I have a look at you tonight?"

This question has already become a code word for the courtship between the two of them, but it is not a real practice, but a temptation that is tasted and stopped.

Chi Rong was young, even though Wu Qingzhi felt itchy, he didn't want to hurt her recklessly.

Therefore, the only way is to take advantage of the night to keep each other warm and caress about happiness when they are touching each other skin to skin.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Chi Rong's neck was already burning red, and then his earlobes were plump like petals, as if they could drip blood.

Wu Qingzhi's heart was so moved that he couldn't help stretching out his hand, pinching the pearly and jade-like ear flesh, but he heard an order.

"Chi Rong, can I?"

Chi Rong moaned and said, "It's not impossible."

Really stubborn.

Wu Qingzhi laughed.

The two of them spent the night together affectionately, Wu Qingzhi tied Chi Rong's hair up in a bun, and after the heat of the lotus root soup, Chi Rong's appearance showed a kind of obedient beauty.

Chi Rong gnawed on the lotus root, feeling the aroma, and was even more reluctant: "In previous autumns, lotus roots were eaten in the streets and alleys. Just smelling the smell of lotus root soup made me tired. When you can't eat lotus root."

After all, he raised his chopsticks and picked some vegetables for Wu Qingzhi, "Come on, the last few pieces of lotus root are here, you should eat more, it's very precious."

Wu Qingzhi raised his head, only to see Chi Rong grinning, his eyes sparkling.

So he took a sip of tea in a gentle manner, presumably clearing his throat, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he smiled softly: "Chi Rong, I don't like lotus root."

In fact, there is nothing he likes or dislikes, he obviously wants to keep the good ones for Chi Rong to eat.

Wu Qingzhi was never picky about food, but he just didn't like spicy food. This lotus root soup is light and nourishing, which suits his taste best.

Chi Rong knew it well, but when he heard this sound, he felt a lump in his throat and a warmth in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel joyful.

The rain continued, and the two of them took a rest early after dinner.

Wu Qingzhi is very fond of reading. It was night, and he was keeping a bedside lamp. The lamp cloth was made of gold silk, and the light reflected was also golden. That half of his handsome face melted into the light, with a slight expression on his face. warm.

Chi Rong pawed at his arm, her eyes burning.

"Are you still watching?"

She has gradually realized a lot recently, so occasionally she is very active, Wu Qingzhi laughed, and a kind of urgent love grew in her heart.

But he insisted on playing tricks, as if teasing Chi Rong, seeing her pissed off, or her little face blushing, would be satisfied.

So he pretended to be serious and said, "Isn't this just watching?"

As expected, Chi Rong fell for the trick, and immediately moaned and wriggled her lips, and whispered, "Oh, I didn't mean to read this, I didn't mean to read a book."

"Not reading?" Wu Qingzhi chuckled, "Chi Rong, if you don't read, what do you want to read?"

At this moment, Chi Rong could hardly open his mouth, his tongue seemed to be knotted, his teeth seemed to be fighting, but the arrow was on the string, so he had to speak.

Difficult to ride a tiger, Chi Rong had no choice but to finally yell: "Then tell me what to see! It was you who said it yourself! You want to see, you want to see..."

"See what?"

Chi Rong's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Look at me."

But seeing Wu Qingzhi's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the eyes were dark and intense, and in an instant, the unfinished book fell to the ground with a crash.

"Chi Rong, I want to hear you say that the most."

Wu Qingzhi invaded his body, and when their lips and teeth were close to each other, the peaks of their noses crossed several times.

The sound of the rain outside the window became louder, but at this very moment, a thunderclap suddenly exploded. Immediately, the white light was like daylight, reflecting the room pale.

Chi Rong flinched into Wu Qingzhi's arms, and murmured, "Why is the rain getting bigger and longer, and it's getting longer and longer? I can't eat lotus root today, and I won't even be able to eat winter melon another day."

As soon as the words fell, there was another thunder. Chi Rong trembled, and immediately grabbed Wu Qingzhi's collar and asked, "If it rains heavily and floods the road, do we still have to go to work?"

Wu Qingzhi nodded Chi Rong's forehead amusedly, but he didn't realize that his words were a prophecy.