The other end of the towel was pulled by the little girl, and Rong Huang fell forward without paying attention.

Cen Liangxi moved extremely fast, moving as neatly as the clouds and flowing water of his peers, as soon as she turned around and reached out, she took the soft little girl into her arms.

The gentle fragrant nephrite entered his arms, the man's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a sigh.

"What day is today?" Cen Liangxi attached to Rong Huang's ear, and Rong Huang shrank his neck with the scorching hot breath.

Rong Huang's slender and curled eyelashes trembled lightly, and he tried to get up.

But Cen Liangxi was easily pressed into her arms.

Rong Huang was a little painful from being pressed, and raised his foot to kick Cen Liangxi.

Cen Liangxi stretched out her long arms and pinched the little girl's jiojio in her hand.

Fingertips scratched the soles of his feet, Rong Huang was stunned, then trembled and laughed, struggling, "What are you doing? Itchy!"

Cen Liangxi was punched in the chest by Rong Huang, let go of her hand, and squeezed the little girl's chin with tender flesh.

It's soft and tender, with a creamy fragrance.

If he didn't know that the little girl was already eighteen years old, he would have thought that he was a child who was still drinking.

Rong Huang was sitting on the bed, sorting his clothes, and suddenly remembered something. He was so angry that he stared at Cen Liangxi. He was so fierce, like a cat with teeth and claws trying to threaten his owner.

"You actually touched my face with the hand that touched my foot! Ah, ah, ah, Cen Liangxi, I'm a shark, you... Um!"

Cen Liangxi lowered her head, pinched the girl's tender chin again, and kissed it.

Slowly moved his fingers down, pinched the button of the little girl's shirt, and moved his fingertips lightly.

The hand holding the girl's slender waist tightened tighter and tighter.

Soon after, a shy and timid sob came from the room.

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This is the third day that Cen Liangxi sleeps in the study room.

Cen Liangxi looked at the news from his men, and her gloomy expression became even more somber.

The men who could see the head tremble.

Ye Cen, the newly married Yaner, how does he seem to be in a bad mood?

Suddenly glanced at the pillow quilt on the sofa, an incredible guess came to mind.

Master Cen was driven out of the bedroom by his wife and went to the study?

No wonder Master Cen is in a bad mood, who would want to kill anyone, right?

"What did he do, you will go back ten times a hundred times, and you have to ask me about this little thing, your heads are stuffed with cotton?" Cen Liangxi tapped the table with her fingers, her tone solemn.

The subordinates hurriedly clasped their fists, "The subordinate is incompetent, and I also ask Master Cen to give his subordinate a chance to make up for his mistake."

"Okay, go out." Cen Liangxi frowned and waved.

The subordinates quickly withdrew.

Cen Liangxi picked up a contract, glanced at the direction of the bedroom through the wide open window, sighed, a little annoyed.

The night was too much, and it made the little girl cry.

I haven't calmed down for so many days.

Little peacock usually doesn't get angry casually, it's his fault.

He said he wouldn't make the little girl angry.

Cen Liangxi wanted to make a dessert for her later, and then coaxed it.

But before he had time to go to the kitchen to make desserts for the little girl, the news brought by his men made him go out in the car before he even had dinner.

In the past few days, Teng Jin was like a mad dog, madly targeting Cen Liangxi.

As long as it was an industry under Cen Liangxi's name, whether it was on the surface or in the dark, he found faults, and then sealed them up.

Just now there was news from his men that it was Teng Jin who directly exploded his wharf in the north of the city with gunpowder and robbed all the goods on the wharf.