"Smelly Chi Temple, let you bully me, you can sleep in the study tonight!" Rong Huang crouched his hips with a fierce look, "cold study!"

After the harsh words, Rong Huang stopped looking at Chi Temple, and stepped heavily to leave the living room.

Chi Si looked at the back of the little girl leaving, raised his hand and held his forehead, his eyes gloomy.

After all, he removed his gentle disguise, revealing his truest appearance.

I wonder if Xiaobailianjing can accept it?

Thinking of the little girl's furious appearance just now, Chi Si sighed lightly.

Chi Temple stood up, black trousers wrapped his slender and straight legs, just standing there gave people an extreme sense of oppression.

The housekeeper who came in from the backyard to clean the garden saw this scene, and his eyes flashed with relief.

Miss Rong is really a lucky star for her husband.

Not only made the husband more humane, but also made the husband stand up.

According to Ms. Rong, the curse that the Chi family's direct line could not live to be 30 years old was completely over in the husband's generation.

that's nice.

The housekeeper was smiling. Seeing that Chi Temple took the key to go out, he quickly wiped the drops of water on his apron, "Sir, do you want to go out? Let the driver take you off."

Mr.'s legs are good, but they can't stand the fatigue.

In the eyes of the housekeeper, Chisi, who has just recovered from his recovery, is like a fragile porcelain doll, which breaks at the touch of a touch.

Chisi put on his coat, bent over and put on his shoes, "No, I will go by myself."

Seeing that Chi Temple persisted, the housekeeper stopped saying, "Mr. Be careful on the way."

Chi Temple responded lightly and stepped out.

After more than half an hour, Chisi entered the door carrying a bag of things, his originally neatly combed hair became a little messy, and his cold complexion became a lot ruddy.

Ignoring the secretly surprised eyes of the servants along the way, Chi Temple went upstairs with a small bag.

Stand still in front of the bedroom.

Chi Temple calmed his breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Zizai, I was wrong before, I'm sorry."

No one answered.

Chi Temple was not discouraged, his face solemn, "I will never bully you again, I promise."

Rong Huang, who was lying on the bed in the bedroom and reading Weibo, rolled his eyes immediately after hearing this.

Didn't Feng disease have never said this before, or did she still suffer from snake essence in front of her?

Rong Huang snorted, and Bai Shengsheng's finger poked on the screen.

The king doesn't believe it.

"I bought your favorite spicy crayfish, come and taste it." Chisi looked down at the spicy crayfish, which tasted a bit heavy, and his expression was a bit numb.

There was a time when he focused on health preservation.

Now he not only ate hot pot, but also bought spicy crayfish.

Rong Huang licked his lower lip, spicy crayfish?

Yes, something moved.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door, as if Chi Temple was walking away.

Rong Huang listened for a while with his ears upright, and then heard the sound of closing the door, presumably Chisi went to work in the study.

Rong Huang sat up and walked towards the door.

Rong Huang said that she didn't go because she wanted to eat spicy crayfish, but she didn't want Feng's illness to be in vain.

Rong Huang nodded solemnly as he walked.

Opening the door, Rong Huang looked down and saw the packing box quietly placed at the door.

Rong Huang blinked, squatted down and picked up the packing box, looked around, but didn't see anyone.

He took a step back with the packing box and snapped the door shut.

The moment the bedroom door was closed, the study door not far away opened a bit.

The handsome man looked in the direction of the bedroom with a smile in his eyes.

-

The day before Father Chi’s birthday banquet, someone sent a dress for the birthday banquet.

Chi Temple, as Voldemort in the eyes of everyone, is of course a black suit.