Vol 2 Chapter 820: Liu Xiaoli, who took Rong Shushu into obedience

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The palaces are all festivals, and the three kings are naturally going to pass. 13579246810
Rong Ling was "returned to Beijing" in the 29th year of the New Year, and thought that this year, the master will not return to Beijing's housekeeper Ming Shu, as early as a month ago, they will approve the annual leave of the younger brothers. Therefore, three months ago, the Three Kings House was cleared.
Except for some people who signed the death deed in the Three Kings House, they have no family to return, and they stayed in the house to watch the door. There are really few people living in the house.
Mingxiang Xixiang grew up in Beijing. After the death of his parents, he was in the Three Kings House every year.
This year, I thought that the two sisters had made a mistake, but I didn’t want to. At the beginning of the New Year, Wang Ye went back to Beijing.
Not only Wang Ye, Liu Gongzi and Xiao Gongzi also came back, which is very lively.
Even if the cook was put into work, Mingxiang Xixiang still squeezed his own craft, and prepared a large table of gourmet food for the ducks.
They don't care whether it is forbidden outside. Anyway, this is the Three Kings House. Is it because of the New Year's Eve? Some people are still panicked. Going to the gate of the Three Kings House to stare at you, are you laughing?
The two gimmicks were to let Rong Ling fatten the daring. They also heard that the emperor was seriously ill, and the people were ordered to be unruly, but how about it, the Chinese New Year is not a grave.
After the fragrant scented osmanthus chicken, Xixiang also took out her ginseng lily soup.
A few dishes were on the way, and soon the table was full.
Liu Xiaoli sat on his high bench and looked at the table full of dishes. The little face was a joy: "I want chicken, I want to eat chicken, Mingxiang sister, I want to eat chicken..."
Ming Xiang had long missed the little son who wanted to be tight, listened to him to eat, and quickly stretched the chopsticks to him.
Xixiang also smiled and dragged Xiaoli’s shoulder from behind, lest he jumped up and down from the stool.
"Can the young man taste the slavery's craftsmanship?" A large piece of chicken legs was caught in the Xiaoli bowl, and Mingxiang looked forward to him.
Xiaoli quickly took a bite, filled with sweet-scented osmanthus, and opened his mouth: "No...."
It is delicious.
Seeing that he had a small mouthful of oil, Mingxiang was happy to wipe his mouth, and patted him on the apostasy: "Slowly eat, slow to eat, there are many, Xiaogongzi can not lie!"
There are not many people in the hall, but they are happy, haha, but they have not lived up to the celebration of the year.
Liu Wei sat next to Rong Ling, glaring at the man around him while sipping a drink, looking at his son, his eyes were smiling, his eyes were clear, and she couldn’t help but calm down, just thinking about it, or couldn’t help but ask: That person, you really don't plan to go?"
Yesterday, Rong Ling returned to Beijing. Today, he received an invitation letter in the government. The letter did not contain any money. He only said that he had to pass through the government.
The invitation letter was plain, and the handwriting was strong. Looking at the slightly familiar seal style on the cover, it was almost the first sight. Liu Wei guessed who the inviter was.
The invitation letter Liu Wei was handed over to Rong Ling, and Rong Ling glanced at it and threw it aside. When it was cleaned up by Mingxiang, it was directly thrown out.
Liu Wei understands the mood of Rong Ling.
In fact, Liu Wei said that he decided to decide on his own. Later, he did not mention his answer, but since then, he has never mentioned the person again. This has actually explained his answer.
He does not intend to forgive the person, or that he does not want to recognize the person at all.
Since Liu Wei understood his mind, it was naturally impossible to force him, but it was only before, one hour ago, the same invitation was sent again.
The letter sent was a small plaque that was like Zhou Zheng. After the letter was sent to Xiao Xiao, it seemed that he still wanted to see the side of the face, but was smashed away by the fragrance.
Then, not surprisingly, the second invitation was swept away by the fragrance. This time, Rong Ling did not even look at it.
Rong Ling’s attitude is very clear and he does not touch the person.
Liu Weiben didn't want to ask again, but now she looks like a little bit of drinking, and she seems to have something to worry about. She can't help but ask again.
Rong Ling does not drink alcohol often, even if it is so light, he also drinks less, unless it is in some necessary scenes.
In the usual way, Rong Ling is almost drunk.
Today's Chinese New Year is a good day. There is nothing to drink two drinks, but Liu Wei has an intuition. If he is not happy, he will drink alcohol to paralyze himself.
He may not be drunk, nor will he be allowed to get drunk, but the moment the alcohol passes through his throat, it will still cause a short-lived feeling of pleasure.
Rong Ling, what is needed is this feeling.
Liu Wei asked this question, but Rong did not speak. He only looked at the woman on the side of his eyes, dropped his throat, and drank a glass of wine again.
Liu Wei frowned, not knowing what to do to make him happy.
Today is also a New Year, Liu Wei does not want him to even open today.
"Xiaoli." Liu Wei turned his head and looked at the gangsters that he ate, like a little hamster-like son, saying: "Don't you give Rong Shushu a New Year?"
Xiaoli seems to react to this. He quickly puts down the tableware, chews the chicken legs in his mouth, and lets Mingxiang cherish him to clean the oil on his little hand. With a smile on his face, the respectful and sympathetic bowed a big gift and said: "Xiao Li, uncle, unhappy, happy new year, good luck, good luck, good luck, dragon spirit!"
The little guy’s New Year’s greetings are just a few words. When you’re done, you feel the warm palm of your head and buckle in his head.
He smashed the uncle's big hand, smiled and looked at Uncle Uncle, then simply twisted his body and climbed directly onto Uncle Uncle, and stuffed himself into the warm arms of Uncle Uncle, and turned his head, and Rong Rong said: "Uncle Rong, I didn't like you before, but now, I like you the most, and Uncle Rong, you, Uncle Rong, do you like me?"
Looking at the little face of the son in his arms, Rong Ling gently smiled: "Like."
Xiaoli was very happy. He extended his short hand and held his uncle, and the soft little hand was placed on the thick and heavy hand. One big and one small. In some angles, the two faces are actually very similar.
Liu Wei was next to him, seeing his son spoiled, and the expression of Rong Ling was much better. She secretly squinted at her son and gave her a thumbs up.
Liu Xiaoli, who has already understood his mother’s secret number and has obsessed his uncle, has arrogantly raised his chin and accepted the praise of his mother.
The child has spirituality. Although Xiaoli has no heart and lungs, but Uncle Rong is in a bad mood, he has already seen it. He just didn’t know what he could do, he did nothing, until he received the hint of the mother, he Happy and ran over, Uncle Uncle is happy.
I am very happy, the little guy is doing a good job. Before paying uncle every time he is not happy, he relies on him to contribute from it, so he is very familiar with this kind of thing. 2k novel reading network