Chapter 168: Spoiled Wang Hong

Chen Rong leaned slowly, and she let her face stick to his face.
Feeling the warmth of his face, listening to his bitter sigh in his ear, Chen Rong did not comfort, she could not comfort.
Wang Hong reached out to her waist and softly called: "Arong." He kissed her face wildly. "I don't want to let go of you." The voice was gentle and capricious.
Chen Rong was in his arms, her heart, this moment is very sweet, both for his terminal illness, the first to find her, and for his reluctance to say that he can not let her.
He made her feel that he cares. For her, it is enough to have these, it is enough.
The two men were in the middle of each other, and Chen Rong reached out to his forehead.
This touch, she said with joy: "Siluo, your forehead is not hot at all." She was very big, happy, and feared that he did not believe and stressed: "It is true, you touch, you touch touch."
Wang Hong smiled. He stared at her waist and said, "If you hear the typhoid, if you don't have a cold or fever, you will have no problem."
Chen Rong nodded and said with joy: "Yes, yeah, I have heard that as long as it is not hot or cold this evening, the disease is not so terrible. If it is not hot or cold for the next three days. It will be fine."
After a pause, Chen Rong asked: "Seven Lang, the sun is going down the mountain. It will be very cold after the night. Would we like to go back?"
The answer to her is Wang Hong, who has her eyes closed, and responds with low voice.
Chen Rong, who got his answer, lay down beside him. She reached for his forehead and stared at him.
It’s really good to have each other’s body temperature and breathe. Chen couldn’t stand the smile and said, "It’s like that in the foothills outside Nanyang City that night."
She looked up at him and smiled. "Seven Lang, I thought I would never have such a day."
Wang Hong opened his eyes.
He looked at her quietly and looked at him. He closed his eyes, hoarse, and said with exhaustion: "How can Arong say this? We can obviously keep it, but you don't want it, why bother to say this? if?"
Having said that, he pouted and turned over to ignore Chen Rong.
Chen Rong reached for his waist.
He picked up her arm on his waist and threw it away.
Just dropped, Chen Rong took it up again.
Wang Hong throws her arm away again.
Chen Rongge smiled and put his arm back in the same place, muttering: "After Qilang disease, it is like a child."
Wang Hong gave a dissatisfied embarrassment from the nose, and finally she did not open her arm again.
Chen Rong glared at his waist, put his face on his back, smelled his breath, and smiled lightly: "Ichiro does not know, for Arong, there is such a moment, I will be content."
Say it is contentment, she said that in the end, the sound is getting lower and lower.
Listening to her sigh, Wang Hong turned around and slammed her into her chest. Caressing her hair, he whispered lowly: "Arong, life is too short, why bother? Why?"
Chen Rong, who was in his arms, just shook his head. In the middle of the room, she also smiled and said: "Let loose, sullen."
After meeting today, her laughter has always been bright, as if she is from the heart of her life. It is clear that the past moment is less than a moment, she still laughs so openly.
Wang Hong stared at her ink hair. For a long time, he closed his eyes.
The two of them embraced each other, and there was no such thing as a sentence.
In the latter hour, Wang Hong has never been feverish, nor is he afraid of coldness. Chen Rong is slightly determined.
As soon as he entered the night, Chen Rong helped Wang Hong and walked toward the Taoist temple.
Just approached, Pingyi rushed over, and Ying Gu also rushed over. They are seeing step by step, steady and steady, as always, the graceful Wang Hongshi, while holding his foot.
Pingyi just wanted to open her mouth, and she should have pulled her back.
The two returned to Chen Rong’s bedroom.
The night was deep. After the screen, the dark red lantern was fumigation by the mist. Chen Rong was facing away, and her face was a little red.
In the sound of the water, Wang Hong’s low-pitched voice came, "Qing Qing."
"How?"
"I can't wipe my back."
Chen Rong’s face was red, and she bit her lip and said,
It’s not a matter of washing your back in one day.

Wang Hong’s lazy voice came,
When Qingqing and I were lingering...
He just said that Chen Rong shouted:
Stop, stop.

She hated and said: "There is only one time, not the past."
The voice of Wang Hong’s grievance came.
The day I came out from the Jiankang Wangfu. On the way, I was really hard... Qingqing, it’s really really hard.

Chen Ronghong snorted and said in a bad tone: "You still grind, be careful."
Wang Hong screamed, "The vest is itchy."
Chen Rong took a sip on the ground and licked his lips: "I am going to call Yingu?"
"Don't" Wang Hong muttered: "I only want my Qing."
Chen Rong took another sip.
After hearing her voice, Wang Hong after the screen began to squat again.
Chen Ronghong said, biting his lip and said, "You, you are sick, you can't do this kind of thing."
Wang Hong seems to be shocked. He complained that he was wronged. "Qing Qing, you misunderstood me. Your Tan Lang is just a vest itch, and there is no such thing."
Speaking of this, he hurriedly covered his mouth, low, and asked with delight: "Is it clear, is Qingqing thinking?"
Chen Rong said, she yelled: "Hugh is gibberish."
After a pause, she reminded again, "The water is really cold."
Wang Hong buried his face in the water and his voice screamed. "I want Qingqing to be like me in the carriage."
What he said was naturally that he rescued her from the establishment of Kangwangfu.
On that day, Chen Rongzhong had a psychedelic fragrance.
Chen tolerated and tolerated, or replied: "I didn't remember the situation at the time."
Wang Hong looked up from the water and shouted: "You deceive people" is the voice.
This tone, this voice, let Chen Rong think of his faint red face, the fascinating glamour, and the jade-like face.
Her face was red and biting her lips. Chen Rong said in her heart: What am I stubborn? Maybe after today, there will be no tomorrow... I, I will listen to him.
Thinking of this, she stood up.
Seeing the beautiful appearance of Chen Rong standing up, Wang Hong smiled low.
He smiled and Chen Rong was ashamed. She was about to marry him. The sound of the footsteps outside, Sun Yan’s voice came from far away, "Arong Arong."
Sun Yan is coming?
Chen Rong was in a hurry and quickly rushed to Wang Hong. After the screen, Wang Hong lazily leaned on the side of the tub. "Qing Qing, when it is like this, you can't see outsiders."
Chen Rong glanced at him and blushes: "Who is with you."
That is to say, she knows that this time I will meet Sun Yan, too much embarrassment.
At this time, the footsteps came to the outside, and Ping and Ying were greeted at the same time. Chen Rong heard the voice of Ying Gu. "It’s Sun Jialang Jun, my family is already sleeping."
"Sleep?" Sun Yan stopped and said, "Why are you sleeping so early? I have a lantern at West Lane this evening."
Ping Yu smiled and said: "Lang Jun forgive me, and Xian Gu is going to bed." Ying Gu said: "When Xiang Gu came back, she smiled and said that she was tired."
After a moment of silence, Sun Yan sighed and said: "So, how do you sleep so early? Stop it." After that, he turned and left.
It was quiet outside.
After the screen came a burst of water, Chen Rong heard, and quickly called: "Hey, Ying Gu, get some hot water."
The two did not go far, they should have a voice.
After a while, after the screen, Wang Hong’s sullen voice came.
How can Qingqing not step up? Do you want to play?

Chen Rong is thinking about Sun Yan, and he can't help but laugh at this sentence. At this time, the door was light and the voice of the aunt came. "The hot water is coming."
Chen Rong responded and said, "Let it go."
"Yes."
Chen Rong opened the door and brought the bucket of water in. She is very good at it, and it is easy to carry this water.
After the water came to the screen, Chen Rong said with a low head: "Retreat a little."
Men have shrunk to the corner from goodness.
Chen Rong lifted the water and poured it toward the bucket. One side down, she looked at the wall sideways. Her face was faint and her eyes were so wide that she did not dare to look at the naked man.
At this time, a warmth came.
When the wet, warm skin touched her, Chen Rong's hand trembled and slammed, and a blush was immersed in the neck.
"Do not touch me."
Chen Rong whispered orders.
When the order came out, the hand held her arm and dragged her toward the bucket.
Can't help but prevent Chen Rong from falling forward. She reached out and held it steady, but she knew that it was stretched out, but she had a slippery body.
In the panic, Chen Rong quickly moved his hand, but in this way, she was unsteady and fell into the tub without a head.
As soon as she entered the water, the man in the bucket laughed. He hugged his waist and took Chen Rong into the tub. Chen Rong was originally trying to struggle. When he started, he was full of slippery naked skin. Secondly, he considered that he was a sick body and he did not dare to use force.
In a twinkling of an eye, Chen Rong is huddled with a man. The splash of water splashed her, making her hair soaked, and the dress was soaked and firmly attached to the body, showing a beautiful curve.
The splash of water dripped from Chen Rong's forehead and blocked her sight. Chen Rong tried to look at the big eyes that are innate, and wants to see something clearly. Her beautiful face is also faint and faint. It is so cute.
Wang Hong looked at her and suddenly opened her naked arms and slammed her.
He stared at her tightly, staring at her, and whispered lowly: "Arong, with me." This is a serious matter from the end. Almost trembling, he asked: "Arong, life with a pillow, dead and acupoints, isn't it good?"
He held her so tightly, his voice was still weak.
It’s never been like this moment, let Chen Rong feel that he is so eager, so deeply hopeful.
Chen Rong was stunned by him. She shivered, her lips squirmed and squirmed. In the end, she said lowly: "After becoming a noble man, it is not only Arong, but also Aaron. When you share acupoints, you also need your family to allow, the master's permission... Lang Jun, Arong is not a person who can make a decision. I will not call anyone a mother in my life."
These words are still calm and still hard.
Slowly, Wang Hong let go of her.
He turned and went low, dumb, and said faintly: "Give me back." It was only a moment, his voice and the time just now, had been judged as if he had picked up his rationality and calmness.
Chen Rong light should slam, slowly and carefully wipe the white jade-like hard and delicate texture.
Wiping her, she couldn't help but bow her head and gently printed a kiss on his shoulder blade. Kissing into the water, no trace.
The voice of the man’s indifference came, "Qing Qing, the heart is a stone, why bother to make such a boring action? You kiss, want to appease me?"
In the place he could not see, Chen Rong just shook her head and she did not speak.
Standing from the wet place in the bucket, Chen Rong went to the screen and turned her back to the man. After changing her suit, she whispered, "The water is going to be cold, come out."
This time, the man stood up. The sound of dressing in the west of Sissi.
After a while, the man turned and walked toward the door.
Chen Rong ran quickly, and she pulled his sleeves. "The wind is big outside."
The man pouted, and finally there was no rebuttal, and Chen Rong dragged back a few times.
Putting the man on the collapse, Chen Rong picked up the towel and smiled at him while he was licking his hair. "It's very awkward. There is no amaranth to smoke, no white jade pillow. I don't know if Lang Jun used to." "
She laughs easily, if nothing happens.
The man does not care about her.
Chen Rong looked at his ink hair in detail and looked at this child-like man who was completely different from the past. Chen Rong slowly fell down.
She kneels at the same height as him, then uses her face to stick to his face. Looking at the two faces that clung together in the bronze mirror, Chen Rong said lowly: "Seven Lang, give me a haircut, is it good?"
She asked in her mouth, but her hand picked up the scissors.
Through the dim bronze mirror, looking at the beautiful little woman behind her, devout, gentle, one by one, his long hair was picked up in the palm of the hand, and Wang Hong’s lips, which were self-willed, slowly tightened.
He closed his eyes.
As he closed his eyes, all the fragility, willfulness, and faintness that floated on his face disappeared for half a day.
At this moment, he is the same as him.
Only Chen Rong did not notice.
Wang Hong’s lips moved, and the sound of pure water like water, came low in the room.
It’s the white clothes that have ignited my blood, and I put it on the pillow, it’s cutting this hair, hiding it in the body. On the side, are you not willing to be my expensive?"
His throat rolled a little, and finally spit out, but a sigh with hate. "How can you have such a stubborn woman in this world?"
Chen Rong did not speak. She just lowered her head and focused on picking up his long hair, one by one, and one by one.
After a long while, Wang Hong, who had dried up in the ink, glanced at the bronze mirror, the woman who carefully placed his long hair in the sachet, whispered, "Night, sleep."
After all, he stood up, his hair draped, his white robe swayed, and he walked slowly to the only one.
Sleeping in the collapse, his voice floated like a wind. "Come and sleep, I won't move you."
Seeing that Chen Rong did not move, he closed his eyes and said faintly: "What I got is not typhoid fever."
When the words came out, Chen Rongteng looked up.
For a while, Wang Hong’s faint voice floated. "Come on, I will return to the government tomorrow, and I will see each other again. I don't know why."
Upon hearing this, Chen Rong was in a tight heart. She walked gently and slept comfortably on his side. With a glimpse of his arm, she
Quietly leaning against him, put his face tightly under his chest.
This smells his body and feels his heartbeat. Chen Rong does not move.
Wang Hong did not move. He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.
The hourglass passed by bit by bit.
Her heartbeat gradually turned from a rush to a soothing.
His heartbeat has always been firm and powerful.
Chen Rong has always been a big eye, she stared at the white skirt of the nose, feeling the warmth of the white skirt, as well as the body.
......
I don't know how long it took, Chen Rong slowly closed his eyes and entered a dream.
Woke up again, in the sound of a bird. When Chen Rong opened his eyes, he touched it to the side.
On the side of the body, it is empty.
Chen Rong was shocked and quickly looked around.
Where are there still people?
Obviously, yesterday was not a dream. Chen Rong quickly stepped on the wooden track and walked toward the outside. Oops opened the door and looked at the servant who was sweeping the leaves in the courtyard. Chen Rong took a few steps and asked, "What about Lang Jun?"
This servant is a man of Wang Hong. He handed a hand to Chen Rong and respectfully said: "Lang Jun left early in the morning."
"How did you leave?"
"I was riding a carriage. Didn't Lang Lang put a few carriages in the view?"
Is that true?
Chen Rong light should go out and walk slowly.
She walked up to the mountain platform on the left side of the gate, and supported the stone fence. The Jiankang City below fell in the middle of the building. There were few pedestrians... I was looking forward to seeing the familiar figure.
Chen Rong turned around and she licked her lips for a long time.
A black carriage is driving steadily in Jiankang City in the early morning. The wheels rolled on the stone road, making a dull sound.
The coward is a man of thirty years old, and the horses are on the left and right sides, and they are all brave and brave.
Sandwiched among these people, the pale and thin scribe who was in his forties turned out to be eye-catching.
He approached the carriage and whispered, "It’s still Lang Jun Gao Ming. Yesterday, there were five waves of people jumping out."
In the carriage, Wang Hongqing’s gentle voice was heard. "It’s not just them, it’s a slight change, and it has to be remembered."
"It has been written."
The scribes responded with a sigh of relief and said: "This time, Prince and King of the Kings are sick at the same time. I don't know how many people are happy. Haha," he smiled at Wang Hong and said: "Lang Jun is no longer sick." If you want to come, you can lead more people."
In the carriage, Wang Hong’s voice was faintly cold. "No need. If you continue to get sick, I am afraid that people close to you will also feel the gap."
When the words came out, the scribes glimpsed, and he turned his head to the point. Yes, this world was originally due to profit, and because of profit. If you drag on, I am afraid that people who belong to Lang Jun will also float.
After a few words, the scribes stared at Lang Jun in the carriage and suddenly laughed. "Can Lang Jun have what he wants?" He blinked and asked in a very sincere manner, with a smile that could not help but ask: "Remember Yesterday when Lang Jun came to Guanli, but said that this time, the cold and typhoid fever, it is a lot of arrows ... At least that woman will be soft. I do not know the woman of Lang Jun, may feel life-and-death, no longer stubborn Should I be admitted to your home?"
His smile is really hateful.
The guards saw each other, and they sneered at each other, but they still stared seriously at the front, and they were afraid that their family would be angry.
I know, in a moment of silence, Lang Jun in the carriage actually answered, he said low and smiled: "I feel that life and death are impermanent, no longer stubborn? She listened to what I got is typhoid fever, very happy."
Everyone turned their heads and looked at the carriage.
In a lot of mistakes, Wang Hong’s voice was full of powerlessness.
She is very happy to return to me: If you can die if you can die, it’s a complete one.

Everyone was first to stay, blink of an eye, and laughter.