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He was busy with his head down at the somewhat messy dining table.

They were cleaning the table, and the cleaning was almost done.

Zhao Rong's return did not seem to cause any movement.

Inside the room, under the orange light, the two beauties were swaying slightly by the shadows projected on the wall.

There was a rustling sound of a rag rubbing against the old wooden table.

Xiao Qian'er raised her head, smiled at Ailang, raised her little finger with her slender hand holding the rag, and gently brushed the hair behind the round earball.

Qingjun was still arranging the dinner plates with his head down.

Zhao Rong entered the room and turned his back to close the door.

He turned and walked forward, rolling up the sleeves of both hands as he walked.

His white and dazzling wrists were exposed, his fingers were slender and smooth, and he looked thin and powerful.

The man came straight to the dinner table, joined them, lowered his head, and looked serious.

Help the two Qingmeis clean up the dining table together.

Subsequently,

There was the sound of some porcelain bowls tapping on the table or other porcelain bowls on the table.

The three are very in harmony.

But also very quiet.

After the lively figure of a little red-clothed fox demon left, it seemed that she brought liveliness and vitality to the house.

soon.

The table was cleared.

It's just that when Xiao Qian'er picked up a wooden tray full of empty bowls and dishes, and was about to turn around and send it back to the back kitchen, the peach-eyed girl paused.

She took a step in place and still stopped in front of the table.

Xiao Qian'er glanced at the two people whose hands were "empty" at the moment.

Well, it's not completely "empty", Brother Rong and Miss still have something in their hands - one of his hands grabbed her plain hand that was about to leave with a wooden plate.

They stood at the table holding hands.

The atmosphere became silent for no reason.

"Qingjun."

Zhao Rong called out.

The woman turned her ears sideways and said nothing, as if she was waiting for him to speak.

"Qingjun."

Zhao Rong called again.

"Huh?" This time, Zhao Lingfei, who lowered her head, responded slightly.

"It's okay." Zhao Rongcan said with a smile, "I just want to call your name."

Xiao Qian'er felt a little flattered by his words, but Concubine Zhao Ling was not angry, she just looked up at her husband, then lowered her head, turned to him, and stared at the table below.

Zhao Rong looked at the lady with a silly smile.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, but, who cares, it's not surprising that after so many things tonight, or so many things this day, there are more strange things that are incomprehensible.

Zhao Rong decided to completely obey his heart, and do what he wants to do boldly now... He just wants to hold her hand tightly, look at her, he can't get enough of her, and call her name softly, again and again.

Then, the heartstrings of the man who was staring at the lady twitched again, and suddenly he stretched out his hand to tidy up the slightly slanted white flower pinned to her ear.

After putting it on again, he smoothed the black hair temples of some beauties with his fingertips.

Finally, before retracting her hand, her thumb stroked the fragile skin of her fair cheek.

Everything is so natural.

The action flows smoothly.

Concubine Zhao Ling's cheeks were slightly peachy.

She raised her head and glanced at him quickly. It was obviously a beautiful woman who took offense, but in Zhao Rong's eyes, she was surprisingly charming.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"You've been watching what this concubine is doing."

Zhao Rong said with a serious face: "I like to look at my favorite lady, can't I? Qing Jun, you have to control me? She is my wife, not yours, you are so lenient..."

"You..." She choked a little.

"What are you?" He interrupted intently, "Idiot, hurry up and go see your favorite person too, um, leave me alone, let's go our separate ways."

Zhao Rong looked at her, blinked his eyes, and firmly grasped Qing Jun's cool and jade hand that was shy and wanted to withdraw.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at her husband talking nonsense in a serious manner, and was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, she seemed to realize that staring at him was falling into his trap, so she hurriedly looked away and looked elsewhere, not looking at him.

Well, it's not like looking at someone you like the most...it's not as shameless as him.

The woman lied to herself in her heart.

But then, seeing that there was no response or movement in his direction, the woman couldn't help but look back quietly, and then looked at the "favorite person" extremely quickly.

But in an instant, he met the man's eyes that were staring at her intently.

"..."

Got caught.

Concubine Zhao Ling's ears were red.

Don't look away.

Under the reflection of the candlelight on the other side, Zhao Rong could see the tiny blood vessels in her crystal clear earball.

However, the woman with long and narrow autumn eyes seemed to realize that her reaction and appearance seemed a little timid, which did not fit her calm and calm image after her husband came back just now.

So she turned her head again and gave him a "vicious" look in her eyes.

what to see?

Look again!

Zhao Rong took a look at this aloof and arrogant look, and suddenly reached out his hand, pinching her cute little earball that was so red with precision.

Then... kneading and kneading, the rubbing made it even redder.

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

Seeing the lady staring at him in embarrassment, Zhao Rong smiled embarrassedly, and then...continued to bully the round earball of the right ear.

He found that it not only tastes good, but also feels good.

Well, the most important thing is to break Qing Jun's cold and plain appearance.

Being treated so frivolously by him...No, it should be called bullying in terms of husband and wife status...Being bullied by him like this, how could Concubine Zhao Ling save face at the moment.

Afterwards, she 'resisted', and wanted to withdraw the held hand, lowered her head and swayed from side to side, trying to save the hot little earball that had been pinched.

Afraid of hurting her, Zhao Rong had no choice but to withdraw his "poisonous hand", hugged her with a smile, and let her "struggle", just in his arms.

The woman was a little angry and couldn't get out of the embrace of this enemy.

She put on a pretty face, raised her plain hand, and hit his chest twice in a row.

Well, take it easy.

Zhao Rong was even happier with his foolish joy, he just hugged the lady's slender waist tightly and didn't let go at all.

He continued to look at her without blinking.

It's like I can't get tired of watching it.

"Apron, dirty." The woman glared at him resentfully, and couldn't help but say.

The slender and slender waist shrunk back as much as possible, so as not to stain him in the slightest, he gently pushed his chest with the palm of his hand.

"Oh."

Zhao Rong loosened his arms slightly, let her stretch her hands behind her, took off her apron, removed its barrier, and continued to hug him.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip, looked up at his face, then lowered her head, her smooth forehead gently pressed against his warm chest.

Bury face.

The two plain hands that had pushed him earlier lifted them up and hugged him...

He seems to have realized that he is always easily taken down by his husband, and he always obeys him, but he can't stand up to this friend's tender movements and sincere and longing eyes. His heart and body always soften together in the end, and his heart beats hot and powerful. In the embrace of her... not only now, but also from childhood to adulthood.

After all... there is no escape.

In Zhao Rong's arms, the woman with autumn eyes sighed faintly.

Some are self-pitying and self-pitying.

The girl's mind is like a tortuous mountain spring and flowing water, turning a thousand times.

In an instant, countless unfathomable thoughts and ideas took shape, and passed by... unfathomable.

I saw that Concubine Zhao Ling, who was hugging her husband, suddenly raised her head and looked at him: "Do you...have a lot of questions to ask? About, little one?"

"Ah."

Zhao Rong nodded bluntly, his eyes were calm and undisguised.

"Qingjun, since you accepted Xiaoxiao into the door just now, what I want to know the most... is when did you start, Xiaoxiao." He bowed his head a little embarrassed, and lightly bumped his forehead with her, "I thought you didn't know, I hid it in my heart for a long time, and felt uncomfortable for a long time..."

Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her red lips, then raised her hand suddenly, imitating him just now, gently rubbed his earlobe with two green fingers.

She asked back, "Do you think... when did I know?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and she still rubbed his earballs. After contemplating for a while, he briefly stated the several possibilities he had guessed in the kitchen.

However, Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head lightly.

Zhao Rong frowned.

The woman's plain hand was gently kneading the husband's earlobe, when she stopped.

First, she stroked his handsome face all the way, reaching between his heroic eyebrows.

Rubbing gently with three fingers, he smoothed the man's slightly gathered brows.

then,

She actually gave an answer that Zhao Rong never expected.

"I knew it from... the first time you came to Duyou City to see me."

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Chapter 615 has already been rewarded to her

Zhao Rong opened his eyes.

He felt that someone had to become a clown tonight...

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at him, and continued softly: "I knew it from the first time I saw you."

Zhao Rong couldn't help asking: "Is there a little smell on my body?"

"No." Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head, "It's in your eyes, in your heart...you have her."

She reached out and tapped his eyebrows, and then tapped his heart.

Zhao Rong hesitated to speak.

"I know, I know...how could I not know..." Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her autumn eyes, as if asking him, but also asking herself.

Her tone was somewhat reminiscent and sad, "I know that you must have met other women on the road, a woman who can enter your heart and eyes... She met you 'in advance' when our relationship was temporarily broken. "