Zhuang Tang raised his eyebrows and moved his fingertips, holding Rong Huang's hand without a trace, and soothed, "Knowing that Madam cares about me, I will come back safe and sound."

Rong Huang was pressed by Zhuang Tang, making it inconvenient to eat pea yellow, frowning and pulling back his hand.

Rong Huang shook Jiojio, and said stiffly, "I don't care about you. I'm just worried that you died accidentally and I became a little widow."

The corner of Zhuang Tang's mouth twitched, "...what you said."

Rong Huang snorted, and Bai Shengsheng gestured with his fingers, "But it doesn't matter, if you die, I will remarry with your inheritance with my dowry."

Zhuang Tang's eyes sank, and as soon as he stretched out his long arms, he fished the little girl onto his lap.

Rong Huang let out a soft cry, put his hands on Zhuang Tang's chest, stared at him roundly, "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Tang loosely wrapped around Rong Huang's thin waist with one hand, while holding Rong Huang's soft hands in the other, his narrow and deep phoenix eyes stared at Rong Huang.

"Want to remarry?" Zhuang Tang sneered, "Dreaming!"

Tricked his heart, still wanting to remarry with his wealth?

How can there be such a good thing in the world? !

Zhuang Tang's hand changed to pinch Rong Huang's waist tightly, with strong force, his scorching breath gushing on the side of Rong Huang's neck.

"Even if you die, I will take you with you."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with a dangerous and paranoid tone, causing Rong Huang's eyelashes to tremble, and his heart was not good.

Feng disease is sick again.

"I, I, I just made a joke, don't take it seriously, even if you die, I will give you a widow, I will send a four!"

Rong Huang looked at Zhuang Tang seriously, and stretched out four fingers, with an expression of "Listen to my sophistry, look at my sincere eyes."

Zhuang Tang knew that Rong Huang was a little fox, very cunning.

He vowed to him on the face, but actually didn't know how to slander him.

Zhuang Tang sighed, not behaved, to be punished.

Rong Huang was stared at something wrong by Zhuang Tang's dark eyes. He twisted his body and wanted to go down, but Zhuang Tang grabbed the back of his head.

Even in winter, Zhuang Tang's body is full of heat.

The two bodies were next to each other, and Rong Huang felt her face burn.

"What are you doing? You can't kiss between men and women!" Rong Huang warned Zhuang Tang with a stern face, "Be careful I beat you!"

Zhuang Tang pulled his lower lip and gently rubbed Rong Huang's rosy lips with the vaguely callous fingertips.

"Mrs. I am afraid I forgot. Since we are husband and wife, we should get close."

Then, before Rong Huang clenched his small fist, he leaned down towards Rong Huang, holding back the softness he had wanted for a long time.

The little girl's lips are very soft, even softer than the cakes made by the chef in the palace.

Zhuang Tang's eyes were profound, and the emotions in his eyes were deep and terrifying, like a wild beast out of a cage, trying to swallow all the people in front of him and blend them into the bones and blood.

Rong Huang was bitten and licked by Zhuang Tang's changing methods, and there was a fine whimper in his throat.

Rong Huang found that Feng's kiss was too deceptive, and he was afraid that it might have done something to her?

Rong Huang slowed down, squeezed a small fist, used the strength of the milk, and slammed Zhuang Tang's chest with a fist.

Zhuang Tang, who was deeply indulged in a piece of warm fragrant nephrite, only felt a shock in his chest, withdrew from the pain, his hidden sharp brows frowned.

Rong Huang pushed Zhuang Tang away.

Zhuang Tang looked at the little girl with a peach-faced face and obvious spring in the corners of her eyes, and her small fist hadn't been released yet.