Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Rong Huang: ... Excuse me.

Rong Huang turned her head without saying a word, and at the same time gave a milky snort.

Ben Dawang is very angry now, the kind that a hundred rabbit bags may not be able to coax well.

Qi Cong jumped down swiftly, walked up to Rong Huang in a few steps, and squatted halfway in front of the imperial concubine's bed.

As soon as Rong Huang raised his eyes, he met the man's beautiful eyes.

Rong Huang suddenly remembered that the tyrant's biological mother was a foreigner with light eyes.

Rong Huang embraced the small pillow, buried her face in the small pillow, only showing a pair of black and white eyes, shining brightly.

What are you doing? Rong Huang pretended to be fierce and asked.

Qi Cong's eyes flickered slightly, he tentatively raised his hand to pinch a corner of the small pillow, trying to tear it away from Rong Huang's embrace.

What pillow to hug, isn't it good to hug him?

A sudden thought flashed through Qi Cong's mind, and it was engraved in his mind.

Um, hug him.

Qi Cong moved his fingertips lightly, and pulled the little pillow away under the little girl's deliberate release of water.

Qi Cong looked at Rong Huang intently, and suddenly smiled silently, softening the originally deep and hard facial features a lot.

Qi Cong asked Rong Huang, Did you see what I wrote?

Rong Huang blinked and nodded subconsciously like a chicken pecking at rice.

The next second he came back to his senses, Rong Huang was annoyed and ashamed.

My Majesty said that he would never speak to him again!

Go away! Rong Huang said angrily, his voice was soft and milky.

It's not like being angry, but more like being coquettish.

Qi Cong didn't seem to hear Rong Huang's milk-cat threat, he raised his hand to rub Rong Huang's limp face, then leaned over and hugged her.

Rong Huang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he pushed Qi Cong away with all his strength, covering his face and shrinking back, You, you, you scumbag, how dare you touch me!

The little girl looks so shy, her face is pink like a peach blossom.

It is even more beautiful than that peach blossom.

Qi Cong withdrew his hand without changing his face, and lightly twisted his fingertips on his knees, and there seemed to be something turbulent in the depths of his eyes.

I just cut your hair for you. Qi Cong explained helplessly.

Rong Huang rubbed Baozi's face, and really touched the hair that hadn't been fully combed and stuck to his cheek.

Rong Huang felt a little guilty, sat up slowly, and tried to straighten out her small chest, Then why are you hugging me?

Qi Cong tilted his head, the tyrant who murdered without batting an eye at this moment had a bit of cuteness.

Because I want to hug. So I hugged.

Rong Huang pointed at Qi Cong's trembling little paw, Dengtuzi!

Qi Cong looked serious and clarified for himself, I am not.

You are!

Seeing the little girl's puffy white cheeks, she was very cute and well-behaved, Qi Cong continued to climb up the pole, Can you forgive me?

Rong Huang let out a sigh in his heart, dare to wait here!

The only thing to blame is that Feng Bingbing is tens of thousands of years older than the king, and of course the king will lose to him in terms of cunning.

Rong Huang argued silently.

Seeing Qi Cong's expression of silence suddenly, Rong Huang's heart skipped a beat.

All of a sudden... a soft heart?

Rong Huang has always been a good boy with the same heart and mind, cleared his throat, raised his little jiojio and lightly nodded the imperial concubine couch, Sit down, don't keep squatting.

Qi Cong hummed, got up and sat on the imperial concubine's couch.

The width of the imperial concubine's couch is limited, Qi Cong just sat on the back of Rong Huang's little jiojio after sitting on it.

Qi Cong froze, and moved forward calmly.

You... The man's voice was hoarse and less cold, Forgive me?