Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild - Chapter 337
Chapter 337 You are sick (51)
Rong Huang was sitting in the carriage, holding the candied fruit box, and peeping at Qi Cong from time to time.
The wagon wheel spins, heading in the direction of the imperial palace.
“Qi Cong?” The little girl called softly.
Qi Cong turned the pages of the book without changing his face, without lifting his eyes, his expression was cold.
Rong Huang retracted his hand, looking like a tyrant.
Since getting on the carriage, Qi Cong has ignored her. No matter what she says, his attention is always on the book.
Rong Huang hummed a handful of candied fruit in her mouth. She didn’t believe that the attractiveness of a small broken book could be greater than that of a beauty like her? !
Evil grows to the gall.
Rong Huang moved his little **** and moved closer to Qi Cong.
Rong Huang grabbed Qi Cong’s book abruptly, pressed his hips very quickly, and then raised his chin to look at Qi Cong, “You haven’t talked to your little cutie for a quarter of an hour, be careful of her trouble.”
Qi Cong still maintained the previous posture of holding the book, and his slender fingers were bent, which looked very beautiful.
Qi Cong raised his eyes, his amber pupils were neither happy nor sad.
It was obvious that there was no sunlight in the carriage, but Rong Huang seemed to see fragments of light in his eyes.
The male looks confusing.
Rong Huang quietly swallowed.
Why is Feng Bing disease so beautiful?
Rong Huang secretly gritted his teeth for his dissatisfaction, his two small legs dangling dissatisfiedly, his voice suddenly raised, “Don’t think you look good and I won’t be angry!”
When I get angry, I am afraid.
Qi Cong picked up the sandalwood beads on the short table and moved his fingers lightly, holding the beads one by one.
Rong Huang’s scalp numb with the sound of clicking.
Feng disease is sick again, right?
When approaching the gate of the palace, Qi Cong said in a deep voice, “Are you having fun?”
Rong Huang snorted, clutching Maomao on the cushion, “I’m still angry, don’t talk to me.”
Qi Cong continued to ask as if he had not heard, “What do you want for dinner?”
Rong Huang immediately reported the names of several dishes.
The corners of Qi Cong’s lips moved lightly, raising an inconspicuous smile, “Are you still angry?”
Rong Huang bit his hand and whispered, “Who told you to ignore me, is the book better than me?”
Of course Qi Cong heard the little girl’s mutter, his eyes moved slightly, and then he hooked the little girl in front of him with his long arm.
Qi Cong squeezed Rong Huang’s soft chin, as if he felt it felt good, and squeezed it a few more times.
Rong Huang: “…” This king is not dough, what are you doing?
“Of course you are the best.” Qi Cong’s eyes were serious, and he focused on the little girl’s wet apricot eyes. His heart was a little soft, but his expression was still indifferent. Take it away.”
Rong Huang snorted, and the two thin legs rubbed Qi Cong’s calf lightly, “No way, I’m the best.”
Although the clothes he wore in winter were thicker than those in summer, Qi Cong still felt the tingling sensation of the little girl.
Qi Cong’s eyes suddenly sank, and the inside was deep.
Rong Huang noticed the change in Qi Cong’s eyes and gave a chuckle in his heart, twisting his waist to get off Qi Cong’s legs.
But Qi Cong pinched her waist with one hand, and said hoarsely, “Don’t move.”
Rong Huang suddenly felt something, staring roundly at Qi Cong, with an incredible expression on his face.
“What’s the matter?” Qi Cong kissed the little girl, his tone was loose, and his breath was scorching.
Rong Huang remained motionless during the live performance and stammered, “Rogue!”