Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

As if sensing Cen Liangxi's gaze, Rong Huang turned to look at Cen Liangxi.

Rong Huang blinked her eyes and ate her snacks.

You can't see me can't see me.

Cen Liangxi also realized his gaffe, and coughed lightly with his fist on his lips, hiding the astonishment in his eyes.

I'm sorry. Cen Liangxi nodded slightly, with a slightly stiff tone.

It was the first time for Rong Huang to see Feng Bingbing being so polite, so he was a little flattered, and quickly waved his hands, It's okay, it's okay.

Listening to the little girl's milky voice, Cen Liangxi felt that such a voice could be called pleasant.

Those pillars were all packaged by Boss Fang. It is estimated that this reputation was spread by spending money.

Cen Liangxi twitched his fingertips hanging by his side. He hadn't heard that Boss Fang had a daughter. It looked like he was working in the Liyuan.

If he brought her home and let her sing in his ear every day...

The little girl's voice is as soft as a cloud, it should be a kind of enjoyment to listen to, right?

A gust of hot wind blew, and Cen Liangxi suddenly came back to his senses, quickly lowered his eyes, turned around and strode away.

Taotao, do you think he is sick? Ronghuang patted Taotao after eating and drinking enough, Well, I think so too.

Taotao: ... I haven't spoken yet.

But even if it was given a chance, it wouldn't dare to speak ill of that person behind his back.

My lord, don't forget that thrush. ​​Taotao reminded Ronghuang.

It was only then that Rong Huang remembered the thrush bird that she had pushed onto the stage to sing, put the small dish on the table, and then sneaked into the original owner's dressing room.

People didn't see it, but a thrush was dug out from a pile of costumes.

Little Thrush fell weakly in Rong Huang's palm, chirping non-stop in her bird's beak.

Rong Huang said that no matter how much you chirp, the king will not understand.

After thinking for a while, Rong Huang lightly tapped Little Thrush's head with her thin white fingertips.

Ahhhhhh I'm so scared! You bad woman! You femme fatale!

Although the little thrush was in the form of a bird, she uttered words, and her charming voice was full of accusations against Rong Huang.

Rong Huang reflected on herself, touched her white and tender face, nodded seriously to express her agreement with Xiao Huamei's words, Well, I am indeed a beauty.

Xiao Huamei rolled her eyes so angry that she almost fell from Rong Huang's hands.

She is just a thrush who is working hard to cultivate, why does this woman treat her like this?

First, he turned her into a human without any explanation, and let her perform on stage.

Although she had already memorized the plots of these operas in the Liyuan all these years, she was still very afraid.

So many people shouted and clapped their hands in the audience, the feathers all over her body were about to explode in fright.

Why does life have to torture her so much, she is still a pitiful thrush who has not cultivated into a human form!

Seeing that the little thrush's mouth couldn't stop for a while, Rong Huang raised his hand and lightly said, Just now I saw chirp chirp...

Little Thrush: ???

Rong Huang threw the little thrush to Taotao, and regardless of her cries becoming more and more intense, she packed up the bottles and jars on the dressing table and prepared to go home for the next meal.

Of course, you can also buy some delicious food on the road.

For example, pancakes and fruit, sesame seed cakes, oh yes, it is said that there is a wonton shop in the west of the city, and you can buy a bowl for supper.

The more Rong Huang thought about it, the happier he became, with dimples on his soft white face, which looked like a sweet glutinous rice dumpling.