There are always so many sexes every day

Here Song Huanhuan was about to lose her hair in distress, and over there Shisan had honestly told Murong Ang about the conversation between them, not even missing a single punctuation mark.

Murong Ang paused the hand holding the book: "Really?"

Shisan saw Murong Ang's expression was indifferent, and couldn't tell what he was thinking, so he changed the subject according to Murong Ang's intention.

"Master, the old lady said she wanted to see you."

Murong Ang put down the book, clasped his fingers on the table, curled his mouth and said, "Can't wait so soon?" There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

"Master, look..."

Murong Ang waved his hand and said: "They can't make any trouble now, you just need to send people to guard it strictly, wait until they lose their patience in a few days."

"Yes."

"Go down."

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

The room returned to calm again, Murong Ang got up and walked to the bed, the peach tree outside the house had already shed its flowers.

Murong Ang suddenly chuckled out loud, the flowers have fallen, won't they bear fruit...

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Song Huanhuan's head was dizzy from thinking, and she leaned against the head of the bed and squinted for a while, when she was awakened by a loud bang.

Looking at the shaky door that was about to fall, Song Huanhuan choked speechlessly, being the door of my room, I really wronged you...

Huang Ying didn't care what Song Huanhuan thought, she walked over quickly and reached out to grab Song Huanhuan's ear who was too late to avoid it.

Song Huanhuan woke up in an instant: "It hurts, hurts..." His ear was about to be pulled off.

Huang Ying raised her voice and said, "You brat, why are you hiding and being lazy again? The leader is back soon, why don't you hurry up and serve him."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and ignored the pain, and asked, "Murong Ang... the leader is back? Didn't you say you're busy?"

Huang Ying let go of her hand, then knocked him on the head, and said: "The leader always comes back to rest, you have to take good care of him, there have been many affairs in the church recently, the leader must be tired..."

Song Huanhuan rubbed her head and listened to Huang Ying's nagging, but she wondered in her heart that it might be because of him?

This is not Song Huanhuan's narcissism, but according to his understanding of Shisan, he behaved so strangely today, Shisan will definitely tell Murong Ang, after all, he is also considered an outsider, and he is still unknown to them Outsiders with potential threats.

Huang Ying slapped Song Huanhuan's back with a "slap", and her brows stood on end: "Hurry up and go."

Song Huanhuan rubbed his back and followed with a haha. Since he came, Huang Ying has become more and more violent. He always felt that one day he would end up with the door of his room...

Glancing at the pitiful door, Song Huanhuan shuddered and decided to hug Huang Ying's calf to the death - life is the most important thing!

It was time for dinner, and when Song Huanhuan was kicked in by Huang Ying, Murong Ang was already sitting at the table, which was full of food.

Song Huanhuan rubbed his belly, he was also a little hungry, he didn't expect that he had been in a daze for so long before, and he forgot to eat dinner, it was not worth it.

There were only Song Huanhuan and Murong Ang in the whole room. As early as when Song Huanhuan became a qualified servant and started working independently, Huang Ying stopped serving her.

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Huanhuan carefully, and when the latter looked at him in a cold sweat and wanted to run away, he said, "Come and sit down."

"Ah?" Song Huanhuan opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't understand anything.

Murong Ang laughed: "Come and sit, let's eat together."

Song Huanhuan understood now, and hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, no, no, the little one is here to serve you, Master, hurry up and eat."

"You hungry?"

Hungry, why not hungry, Song Huanhuan rolled his eyes in his heart, but no matter how hungry he was, he couldn't sit down and eat. This was a bit of a test of his courage.

Murong Ang withdrew his smile, and said lightly: "Sit down, don't make me say it again."

Although Murong Ang didn't show any expression, Song Huanhuan felt that if he continued to refuse, he would be in trouble, so he had to sit down opposite Murong Ang, only dared to drop half of his ass.

"Sit down." Murong Ang pointed to the stool beside him.

"This..." Song Huanhuan struggled desperately. Although it is good to sit closer to the person you like, it depends on the identity of the person you like. If the gap is too big, the pressure will really crush you to death!

"Ok?"

Song Huanhuan immediately stood up and jumped over, and sat down, looking at her nose and heart.

There was only a pair of chopsticks and a spoon on the table, Song Huanhuan thought that it would be insincere to invite someone to dinner, just a pair of chopsticks, do you want two people to use it together?

Thinking of this, Song Huanhuan trembled, and quickly kicked the terrifying thought out of his mind.

Murong Ang pretended not to see Song Huanhuan's entanglement, just handed him the chopsticks and said, "I haven't used these chopsticks yet, you can use them."

"what?"

A faint smile curled up on the corner of Murong Ang's mouth, and he said, "Or do you want this spoon?"

Song Huanhuan quickly took the chopsticks and said, "Thank you, Master."

It's just that with chopsticks in hand, Song Huanhuan still has a hard time looking at the pile of delicious food in front of him.

Now he is just a small employee who has met with senior leaders, and he can cry and laugh with him, but he can't eat with him.

Murong Ang didn't know how much thought he put into it, so he took a spoon to get food into the small bowl in front of him, and said: "The cupboard here was once the best cook in the world, it's very good, you can try it."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback: "The number one cook in the world?" Travelers are very curious about figures like the number one in the world, no matter whether he is the number one master in the world, or the number one prostitute and thief...

"He caused trouble, so he came to Tianchongshan. I thought he was good at cooking, so I left him here." Murong Ang explained briefly.

Song Huanhuan was tickled by the gossip, and really wanted to know what was going on...

Regardless of Murong Ang's interruption, Song Huanhuan was not so nervous anymore.

Holding up the chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat, Song Huanhuan slammed his mouth, it was really delicious~

"good to eat?"

Song Huanhuan nodded, swallowed what was in his mouth and praised: "As expected of the best chef in the world, what you cook is different from ordinary people."

Murong Ang smiled: "If you like to eat, eat more." He continued to help him prepare vegetables.

Song Huanhuan blushed, both feeling embarrassed and happy to be taken care of by the person she likes.

Murong Ang just looked at Song Huanhuan indifferently as he ate, and the smile never fell from the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, it still takes more than one person to eat to be lively...

Song Huanhuan ate until his stomach was so distended that he couldn't bend down. All the food on the table went into his stomach. It seemed that Murong Ang had been making food for him, and he didn't eat any.

Song Huanhuan hurriedly said: "I'm sorry... I, I, I will go to the kitchen and get some food here..."

"It's okay, I'm not hungry."

Murong Ang waved his hand, and sent someone in to clear the table, and served a pot of good tea and a few dishes of snacks.

Song Huanhuan bit her lip and said, "Not eating on time is bad for your health. I think it's better to let the kitchen prepare some more."

Murong Ang glanced at him before saying: "Let's talk about it later."

Song Huanhuan had no choice but to respond, he always felt that the atmosphere became awkward again.

Murong Ang was playing with the exquisite teacup in his hand, Song Huanhuan lowered his head, pretending to glance at Murong Ang casually from time to time, rolling his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, just when Song Huanhuan couldn't help but wanted to leave, Murong Ang suddenly said, "What are you thinking?"

Song Huanhuan, who was in a fugue, blurted out: "I was wondering if you have a sweetheart..."

Murong Ang was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Song Huanhuan with a half-smile: "Huh?"

Song Huanhuan turned pale when she came back to her senses, he said it, he said it, he actually said it...

Although there was nothing wrong with these words, what was wrong was that Song Huanhuan had evil thoughts towards Murong Ang, so once these words came out, the atmosphere became even more wrong.

The author has something to say: To cute girls:

I am very glad to meet you. The scumbag author said that he still has 9000 lists to complete, so this article will be updated tomorrow~

I have a lot of things I want to tell you, but the scumbag author said that I can't say too much, or I will reveal my truth, so I won't say more, in vain, see you another day......

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By the way, the scumbag author said that he wanted Claw Claw and Hua Hua, and also said xxoo...

well i don't know

This time it's really for nothing~

——By the lovely deposit box gentleman