Allow her to be pampered

What Wu Qingzhi said was right, but Chi Rong was indeed hiding some thoughts.

She asked Xiao Liu so many private things, just to find out clearly, so that she knew "that and that" in her heart.

But Wu Qingzhi was very excited about teasing her, and he didn't give Chi Rong any room to explain. He grabbed and scratched her waist with a pair of big hands, trying to force her to submit.

Chi Rong was the most ticklish, her waist was full of itchy flesh, Wu Qingzhi tortured her so much, Chi Rong had to dodge around, but the itching was still unbearable, so she couldn't stop laughing.

"I don't want to read pornographic books! I don't want that or that!"

Chi Rong scrambled down the sofa and escaped while holding back a smile.

Unexpectedly, Wu Qingzhi was faster than her, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he easily pulled Chi Rong back into his arms.

While flirting and flirting, Chi Rong's hair that was tied into a small ball had been loosened, and a slightly curly black hair was draped over her shoulders, looking a little more charming than usual.

Wu Qingzhi held Chi Rong tightly, only to teach her not to move, and not to act wild again: "What is that and that, Chi Rong, you have to make it clear."

How can such words be exported!

Chi Rong curled up into a ball in Wu Qingzhi's arms, her mouth was tightly shut, and the left and right refused to speak.

Seeing this, Wu Qingzhi tried to tickle her again.

"You clearly know what that and that are, yet you still ask!" Chi Rong struggled, her little face flushed red, "I always ask you knowingly, is there something wrong with you!"

Wu Qingzhi said brazenly: "Thanks to Madam, most of my illness has been cured. Chi Rong, you treat me the best, and tell me what is that and that."

When Wu Qingzhi is upright, he is an unsmiling gentleman, but when he is not, he is an unreasonable hooligan.

Chi Rong has a deep understanding of this, and has learned how many times he teased her.

Chi Rong is even more aware of the method of cracking it, and he can only escape if he behaves like a hooligan and allows him to kiss him again.

"That's the bed, the bed, the bed... the bed thing!"

When these words came out, Chi Rong was extremely ashamed, and with just one glance, his face was full of spring and peach blossoms.

Wu Qingzhi sighed meaningfully, and asked even more blatantly: "Then may I ask Madam, after reading the pictures of erotic palaces and listening to me read pornographic books, what advice do you have now?"

"No high opinion! No low opinion! No opinion at all!" Chi Rong screamed in a low voice.

"After all, it's only a matter of paper, but I don't know what to do."

Wu Qingzhi said contemptuously.

After finishing speaking, he buried his head in Chi Rong's neck, and his warm breath sprinkled on her delicate flesh, which made a piece of goose bumps goosebumps.

Without waiting for Wu Qingzhi to move further, Chi Rong stretched out his arms and firmly pressed against his chest: "No! You can't do that or that now!"

What Chi Rong said was really pale. After reading the erotic pictures and pornographic books, she was the one who preempted the attack, but she never wanted to be turned against by Wu Qingzhi, but now she insists on being a rascal, and no one can do anything about it.

"Then Chi Rong, when can you do that?" Wu Qingzhi took the time to kiss her, "I listen to you."

Chi Rong lowered her eyelashes and shook her head: "I don't know, I'm afraid, I haven't..."

She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling, "...I'm not ready yet."

So Wu Qingzhi carefully hugged her on his lap, looked at each other, and said those three words very seriously: "I'll wait for you."

They delayed for a long time because of Xiaoliu's matter, and now they had a sticky fight all night. After enough time passed, they remembered that Chi Rong's homework hadn't even touched the pen.

Chi Rong has three homework today, including Mandarin and English, and she has everything covered, and her homework is much heavier than usual. It is because the school is afraid of the plague, and wants to speed up the progress of graduation and holidays, so it has worked hard.

So without delay, Wu Qingzhi turned on the light in the small study room, but he was afraid that it would not be bright enough, which would hurt Chi Rong's eyes, so he turned on the lamp on the table, and the two sat side by side.

"I can't finish writing, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep." Chi Rong pitifully raised his hand wrapped in white gauze, "And my hand is so hot that writing hurts."

The implication is, you can help me with my homework.

But Wu Qingzhi said firmly: "Chi Rong, I can't help you with your homework."

Chi Rong said stiffly: "It's not like you haven't helped before, isn't it just this time?"

"Penalty copying is penalty copying, and it cannot be generalized." Wu Qingzhi was righteous and strict, and only added ink to the pen, refusing to back down. "You read the questions yourself, and read out the answers when you have them. I will write for you."

This is one of the most irritating things about Wu Qingzhi, just now the two of them were still in love with each other, but in the blink of an eye, he was able to change his face and refused to condone anything.

Chi Rong snorted secretly, and immediately removed the white gauze covering his hands.

The white jade-like back of the hand was naturally slightly red, but not as scary as before. A layer of oily ointment adhered to the skin surface, tightly protecting the wound.

"I don't want it. My hands hurt so much, and my brain is all in my hands. I don't have the heart to do the questions." Chi Rong pouted aggrievedly, "You help me find a way."

Wu Qingzhi looked at her injured hand, but saw that the pain was not faked, so he took out a newspaper from the drawer, folded it into a small square, and held it in his hand to fan Chi Rong's injured hand.

Now Chi Rong felt much better. After all, Wu Qingzhi loved her a lot.

"Does it still hurt?" Wu Qingzhi asked softly
"You fan it a few more times and it won't hurt."

Chi Rong instructed him to write as a ghostwriter, starting with writing in English, writing short essays, and writing about the way to go to school. Naturally, it was "by car", but Wu Qingzhi insisted on adding "husband" to it.

"Adding this word requires more writing," Chi Rong clicked his tongue, "It's so long-winded."

Wu Qingzhi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Chi Rong, you are so lazy, I will write from left to right."

This remark made sense, and after thinking about it, Chi Rong changed his tune and said, "That's right, then you should write a few more words, and write them well, so it looks serious."

They were writing their homework slowly, English writing was counting, Chi Rong was pondering a word problem, and Wu Qingzhi occasionally had time to open Chi Rong's previous homework booklets.

I saw that in the five-line book written in English, the homework was written more and more seriously day by day, but it can be traced back to the source, which started from the composition "My husband".

Wu Qingzhi waited for Chi Rong to do the calculation in his mind, took a pen and wrote down the arithmetic formula on the paper, and then asked softly: "Chi Rong, why did you think of writing about me in the first place?"

Chi Rong was surprised, not knowing what Wu Qing said.

She took the English homework book and looked at it, only to see that the title of the short essay on men's clothing, "My husband", was originally written as "father", but somehow it was changed.

Chi Rong knew in his heart that this must be a trick by Jiang Mengguang.

But she couldn't get angry at all, she just looked at Wu Qingzhi with a smile, and suddenly said: "What's wrong with writing about you, if you like to write about you, just write about you!"

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward and pecked lightly at the corner of Wu Qingzhi's lips.

How could Wu Qingzhi let her run away? He cherishes the opportunity of Chi Rong's bold confession the most. With the lights on in the middle of the night, and his ears rubbing against each other, he whispered softly: "Chi Rong, you don't write about me because you like me, but you write about me because you like me."