Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild - Chapter 322
Chapter 322 You are sick (36)
Rong Huang: “…” Excuse me.
Rong Huang turned his head without saying a word, and at the same time gave a milky snort.
The king is very angry now, a hundred bunny bags may not be able to coax a good one.
Qi Cong jumped down neatly, walked up to Rong Huang a few steps, and squatted halfway in front of the chaise couch.
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 Gentile, with a pale pupil.
Rong Huang hugged the small pillow and buried his face in the small pillow. Only a pair of black and white eyes were exposed, shining with gleaming light.
“What are you doing?” Rong Huang asked ferociously.
Qi Cong’s eyes flashed slightly, and tentatively raised his hand to pinch a corner of the small pillow, trying to pull the small pillow away from Huang’s arms calmly.
What pillow to hug, isn’t it good to hug him?
The sudden thought flashed through Qi Cong’s mind, and then it was engraved in his mind.
Well, hug him.
Qi Cong moved his fingertips lightly and pulled the small pillow away under the girl’s deliberate release of water.
Qi Cong looked at Rong Huang intently, and suddenly smiled silently, softening the original deep and cold facial features a lot.
Qi Cong asked Rong Huang, “Did you see what I wrote?”
Rong Huang blinked and nodded subconsciously.
The next second came back, Rong Huang looked upset and embarrassed.
The king said that he would no longer talk to him!
“Go away!” Rong Huang said angrily, his voice soft and milky.
It’s not like being angry, it’s more like acting like a baby.
Qi Cong seemed to have not heard Rong Huang’s milk cat threat, raised his hand to rub Rong Huang’s soft cheek, then leaned forward and hugged him.
Rong Huang’s eyes widened inconceivably, and he pushed Qi Cong away, covering his face and drew back, “You, you, you, you, you, you, dare to touch me!”
The little girl is so shy, her face is full of peach-like pink.
Even better than that peach blossom.
Qi Cong retracted his hand without changing his face, twisting the finger pads on his knees, as if there was something turbulent in the depths of his eyes.
“I just cut your hair.” Qi Cong explained helplessly.
Rong Huang rubbed his bun’s face, and he really felt the broken hair sticking to his cheeks that had not been completely straightened out.
Rong Huang was a little guilty and sat up, trying hard to straighten his chest, “Then why are you holding me?”
Qi Cong tilted his head, the murderous tyrant at this moment had a sense of cuteness.
“Because I want to hug.” So I hugged.
Rong Huang pointed to Qi Cong’s small paws trembling, “Deng the apprentice!”
Qi Cong looked serious and clarified for himself, “I am not.”
Seeing the little girl’s white cheeks bulging, she was so cute and well-behaved, Qi Cong continued to climb up the pole, “Can you forgive me?”
Rong Huang let out a cry in his heart, dare to wait here!
It’s just that Feng’s disease is tens of thousands of years older than that of the king, and of course the king will lose to him in terms of the level of cunning.
Rong Huang quibbled silently.
Suddenly seeing Qi Cong look silent, Rong Huang’s heart beat.
Rong Huang has always been a good boy with a heart-to-heart, clearing his throat, erected a little jiojio lightly and lightly touched the chaise couch, “Sit down, don’t always squat.”
Qi Cong gave a hum, got up and sat on the chaise couch.
The width of the chaise couch is limited. After Qi Cong sat up, his waist just touched Rong Huang’s erected little Jiojio.
Qi Cong’s body stiffened and moved forward calmly.
“You…” the man’s voice was hoarse, a little less cold, “forgive me?”