She brags and pulls him out to the backyard.

Rong Li looks nervous. "Did my sister scare you?" He is in a hurry.

Xiao Jinghe shook his head: "it's not appropriate for me to go to your house." Just now, there was an outsider. She could not say no in front of the crowd.

He was afraid that she would be angry, so he pressed her voice very softly: "why not?"

Ask clearly.

She didn't look at him. Her eyes turned to other places. The red tip of her ear came out: "I'm not your girlfriend yet."

Rong Li went to her place a little bit, and chased her eyes. "Ah he, I like you very much," he stooped to get close to her face, "can I be your boyfriend now?"

He spoke in a whisper. She was dizzy.

In the room, the old man was shouting at the top of his voice, "son said, how can people not come in?"

Xiaojinghe turns his head.

Rong Li breaks her face back and asks her to look at him.

She thought, "yes."

She replied simply, but Rong Li was stunned for a moment, and stared at her closely: "ah he, did you agree?"

She looked down at the tip of her shoe and said, "well."

She likes him, too. She can be sure. If she doesn't like it, she'll leave everything at the Lin's house just now. She's not a sloucher, he's the one who haunts her.

That's all. She knows.

She raised her head and looked into Rongli's eyes: "Rongli, I like you, too."

Rong Li, I like you.

Thousands of years ago, his a he also said that in front of hundreds of thousands of Dingxi troops on the battlefield in the border area, she said she was pleased with him. Around, he found her, his ahe, his undead.

He opened his hand, held her in his arms, bowed his head on her shoulder, and red his eyes: "ah he, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Old man Rong is still shouting at them.

She stood obediently, letting him squeeze his waist: "don't you go in first?"

Rong Li buried her face in her neck: "hold for a while, I want to hold you."

"Good." She reached out and circled him around the waist.

The two love each other, great joy, but also so.

Rong Ling hid outside the yard and peeped. She was too excited: "my God, it's sticky!" She suspected that what she saw was an illusion

Is that really three or four years old refused to hold elder sister's hand again?

Rong Tang touched his chin and concluded, "he must be a hen in the future."

Allow Tang deep have the same feeling, exclaim: "one thing falls one thing."

The old master of Rong family left Xiao Jinghe for dinner. Rong Li sat next to her, and pursued her with one pair of eyes. Wherever she went, he would go.

The old man originally wanted to talk to the little girl alone, but how could he keep his eyes and face from leaving? He was so sticky.

During the banquet, Rong Ling deliberately joked: "aren't you not at the same table with the women's family?"

Xiao Jinghe is not sure where to go.

Rong Tang then said, "he doesn't eat at the same table with the opposite sex since he was seven years old. It's against the rules to say that men and women are different."

Rong Li put the fish on Xiao Jinghe's empty plate: "ah he is not someone else."

Rong Ling could not help but sour him: "am I someone else? You're not at my table either. "

"How can it be the same?" Rong told his grandson bluntly. "They will have to sleep with each other in the future. What are you doing?"

Rong Ling: "..."

Well, she's speechless.

"Grandpa," there is a faint smile on the corner of Rongli's mouth, "I can't eat." Well, he and ah he are really sleeping together.

Mr. Rong: "Oh."

Xiao Jinghe bowed his head to eat, and the chandelier on his head hit his face, turning two groups of purples.

After a meal, Rong Li didn't eat much. He served tea and vegetables. He didn't move his eyes from the beginning to the end. The two old people of Rong family were both pleased and jealous.

After dinner, she went to Rong Li's room. He went to make tea for her.

Rong Li's elder sister is right. He is an old antique. The decoration and decoration of the room are exactly the same as her grandfather's preferences and habits. There is a bed, a desk, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, and there are four books and five classics on the bookshelf beside the desk.

On the wall in front of the table, there is a painting of water and ink. It shows a woman in a military uniform. Her eyes are in the picture, and her eyebrows are full of heroism. She is sitting on the horse with a sword.

When Rong Li brought in the teapot, she asked him, "who is the man in the picture?"

There is a seal under the drawing paper. The word "Zi said" is traditional.

This is Rong Li's own painting.

Rong Li poured her a cup of tea: "she is general Dingxi, Yingshen."

Why does a fictional character have a portrait?

She looked at the woman's face in the picture: "does general Dingxi have a prototype?"

Allow calendar silence.

She looked back at him. He was looking at the man in the picture: "that picture is her prototype."That painting is the prototype of general Dingxi, so who is the prototype of that painting? She just heard that Rong Ling said that Rong Li was good at painting, but she only painted mountains and rivers, never painted people.

Who she is, why she can be included in the painting of Rongli, what kind of woman can he be asked to make the ink soft like this, every stroke is exquisite.

Xiao Jinghe frowned slightly.

Rong Li raised her face and smiled, "jealous?"

"No," she denied

Well, it's jealous. Her lips are red.

Rong Li put down the tea cup, took her hand, held her in her arms, put her chin on her shoulder and rubbed: "ah he, don't be jealous, I only like you."

General Dingxi is her, Yingshen is her, and ah he is her.

He just likes her.

Xiao Jinghe's eyebrows just released. He scratched some of them, but he didn't hide. He obediently put his hand on his waist: "it's late. Do you want to send me back?"

"Can you stay?" He couldn't bear her.

Xiao Jinghe refused: "no way." She had reason to restrain herself from letting him, "it's not good for me to stay at your house for the first time."

She didn't want to make a bad impression on Rong Li's family.

"Rong Li followed her meaning:" then go back later

"Well," she thought

She wants to stay with him a little longer.

It was ten o'clock before Rong Li took her home. The car stopped outside her community. He untied her seat belt and handed her a camphor wood box: "take this painting back with you."

It's the picture of winter plum and snow that Xiao Changshan took from taichan temple.

"Why did Xiao Changshan give you the painting?" She was surprised that the painting went around and came back to her.

Rong Li explained to her, "his company is raising funds and using paintings to please me."

Xiao Changshan is not satisfied with the real estate industry. He has set up a semiconductor company, and the capital turnover is very difficult. Because of this, Xiao Changshan came over several times a few days ago to think about the paintings in her hand.

Xiaoshi wants to raise funds. She knows that she doesn't know that the object xiaochangshan wants to cooperate with is Rong Li: "are you a venture capitalist?"

"You don't know." His expression is not very happy, tone is also very sad, "ah he, you do not check my information online."

How did she know he was so famous.

"Then will you invest in him?" No matter whether Rong Li will cooperate with Xiao Changshan or not, she will not interfere in business matters. She does not understand and does not want to hinder him.

Can I teach him a lesson for you

"Of course," she chuckled Knowing what he meant, she didn't ask, just said, "you are my back."

Rong Li is her boyfriend, so she is willing to let him participate in all her affairs.

"I'll do it for you?" Rong Li has the meaning of inquiry.

She should: "OK."

Although Xiao Changshan is her consanguineous father, she is a bit unreasonable, as long as it is Rong Li, do anything.

She's a little funny. Xiao Jinghe and Xiao Jinghe are so eccentric.

There was a wind outside, blowing in from the window. It was cool, but it could not cool the heat on her face. She sat in the copilot for a while: "then I'll go up."

Rongli took her hand. "Stay a little longer." He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over to her side, reached out and hugged her

"Well."

He said: "I may be very sticky in the future. You should get used to it and don't dislike me." He has been looking for her for two lifetimes. He just wants to rub himself into her bones so that he won't be afraid to lose it again.

Just now, he began to worry about gain and loss. He even used the word "dislike". Xiao Jinghe couldn't help laughing: "your sister said you are cold-blooded."

Rong Li hugs her tightly. Her face rests on her shoulder. Her voice and breath are in her ear. It's gentle: "it's not the same to others."

She smiled and asked, "why not?"

Rong Li looks at her head askew and looks serious: "we are going to have a relationship with the bedroom."

“....”

She bowed her head and buried her face on his shoulder.

At half past ten in the evening, the Lin family's birthday party just broke up. At eleven, Huo Chang found a villa in the suburb that his mother had helped him buy when he was an adult. He thought the place was remote and didn't live much.

It's cheaper for the little girl.

In a few days, he thought, there was no place where his people could not live. He pushed the door open. The room was dim, and a light was on. People had been living in it for several days. It was still cold and quiet, and there was no sound at all.

He pulled out the light and saw the huddle on the sofa.

I fell asleep!

He went over and kicked the sofa: "Ji lingran."

The man on the sofa turned over with the blanket in his arms and didn't wake up.

Huo Changxun kicked again: "Ji lingran."She frowned, not awake.

He was annoyed and pulled off her blanket: "Ji lingran!"

She opened her eyes abruptly and sat up for a few seconds, looking at him. The whole person was confused: "huh?"

Huo Chang was angry with the young master and said, "didn't you wait for me?" Actually sleeping?! His former female companion, who is like her, has no interest in him at all!

This one doesn't know what to do!

Ji lingran just woke up with bleary eyes and a little trance in spirit. She didn't speak, and looked at him stupidly.

Huo Changxun kicked the sofa and said, "get up and make me a midnight snack."

"Oh," she said, rising and remembering, "there's nothing to eat at home."

“....”

Huo Changxun licked his back teeth. He has raised a ancestor.

He took off his suit coat, sat on the sofa and put one leg on the coffee table. He was born well because of his appearance. The ruffian also hooked people: "I gave you the card, have you finished painting it?"

Ji lingran stood far away: "No." She didn't dare to look at him. She lowered her head. "There's too much money in it. I can't finish it."

Oh, it's the first time a woman has told him that money can't be used up.

Huo Chang looked for the girl who was afraid of her hands and feet in front of him. "What did you buy?"

"A bed," she whispered

Huo Changxun didn't know what was in her stubborn little brain: "why do you buy a bed?"

She said nothing.

Huo Chang felt for the lighter and lit a cigarette: "speak."

She said, "sleep for you."

His villa is quite large, but it's just a bed. After she came in, he came here for the first time. If he doesn't like it, she also specializes in making him stop.

OK, buy a bed.

Huo Chang looked around her and said, "I sleep in your bed."

A frightened look on her face.

This girl was not afraid of her before. Since she lived in his territory, she began to avoid him like a snake or a scorpion. She was not afraid of her. Huo Changxun felt that there was a claw scratched on the tip of his heart, which made him uncomfortable.

Is he a monster? No other woman has ever let him hold back so much. She takes a hard smoke and spits it out lazily: "what's the relationship between us and remind you with me?"

She turned white with fright.

What is the relationship between them? She knows that he bought her.

Huo Changxun took a few puffs, lost interest, and choked the cigarette: "come here."

Ji lingran hesitated for a long time and walked slowly.

He pulled the tie, untied a button on the collar, and lay on the sofa half lazily. Under the light, his face was charming and tight. He shuffled and ordered: "sit on my leg."

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