The little girl's limp body rubbed against him, grabbed his hair with one hand, and touched his firm waist with the other hand.

Rong Huang's eyes widened, recalling the almost perfect touch of his subordinates just now, and looking back at Zhuang Tang, "I just counted it. It was seven yuan."

Zhuang Tang: "???" He clearly remembered that it was eight yuan when he took a bath, but why did it become seven yuan again?

Rong Huang must be wrong.

The little girl stared at her all day long, and it was normal to count her wrongly.

Rong Huang didn't believe in evil, so he stretched out his hand and continued to touch it.

The soft fingertips ran across the chest, across the waist and abdomen, causing a tingling.

Under the dim candlelight, a look of forbearance flickered between Zhuang Tang's eyebrows and eyes.

Zhuang Tang was angry with Rong Huang, but he could only hold back forcibly, pressing the little girl's restless little paw, and squeezing it threateningly.

"Don't move, go to bed late at night."

Rong Huang responded with a smile, and the small thin legs in the quilt quietly bent, with a hint of teasing, lightly hooking.

Sure enough, Zhuang Tang changed his expression in the next instant, and his already depressed breathing became heavier.

Rong Huang smiled like a little fox who only succeeded in doing bad things. He rolled around twice on the Babu bed, rolled up the quilt covering Zhuang Tang, and rolled himself into a silkworm baby.

Then, Rong Huang showed a pair of dark eyes and blinked, "Zong Zong, good night."

After speaking, Rong Huang closed his eyes.

Within two minutes, there was a slight "whoop" sound.

Zhuang Tang: "..."

Even if charcoal is burned in the house, it is still a bit cold without a quilt.

Zhuang Tang didn't care about the quilt that Rong Huang hooked away, and looked down at him.

In the silent bedroom, the voice of the man grinding his teeth was clearly discernible.

There was a rustling sound, and the little girl turned over, her lips opened slightly, and she slept soundly.

After being so provoked by Rong Huang, Zhuang Tang still opened his eyes vigorously and uncomfortably for a long time even if he hadn't negotiated a business of 700 million yuan, and he barely fell asleep until the latter half of the night.

Zhuang Tang woke up at dawn the next morning.

Looking at Rong Huang, who was sleeping close to the wall on the side of the bed, Zhuang Tang leaned forward and moved the person in the middle with a lighter effort.

With a crisp sound, the little girl's hand patted Zhuang Tang's face mercilessly.

Zhuang Tang: "..." It's really a trivial one.

Zhuang Tang covered Rong Huang's quilt, tucked the quilt, and put a light kiss on the center of her eyebrows, put on the clothes lightly, and went to the side room to wash.

When Rong Huang woke up from sleep, the sun was basking.

In order to prevent King Duan and Concubine Duan from attacking Rong Huang while he was not at home, Zhuang Tang left Rong Huang with another dark guard.

Rong Huang put on a beautiful little skirt and walked into the yard. He called the guard to ask, only to know that Zhuang Tang had already set off to order soldiers in the suburbs of Beijing.

During the meal, Rong Huang thought that now Zhuang Tang did not die as early as the original plot, and Zhuang Jinghui did not inherit the position of the princely son, and the plot had long since derailed.

Based on Rong Huang's superficial understanding of Duan Wang and Duan Wang, they will definitely take this opportunity to attack Zhuang Tang.

Rong Huang ate the pan-fried, his face sullen and lost in deep thought.

After tossing the princess last night, I was so excited when I came back, I forgot to tell Zhuang Tang about it.

The half-open window came in again, and Rong Huang sniffed, letting people close the window.

Rong Huang ordered a dark guard and handed the ghost letter letter she had written to Zhuang Tang who was still in the suburbs of Beijing.

By the way, he brought the gluttonous and rongrong to Zhuang Tang.