Luo Qiao's strong desire to survive made him immediately raise his hands and begged for mercy.

"Although I'm a scumbag, I never provoke a girl..." Before Luo Qiao finished speaking, he was cut off by Rong Huang, "Bah, I believe you a ghost!"

Luo Qiao coughed slightly, and his fierce eyes forced back the high-level Qinglongzhai at the door. When he turned to look at Rong Huang, he instantly became aggrieved.

"I can swear to God, I have lived for twenty-four years, and you are the only woman I have provoked, really."

Rong Huang groaned, retracted his hand, and straightened his chest.

"I care about your cooking. If you keep your husband's way, you will be allowed to be a noble concubine in the future."

Shui Shui: "..."

What the king said, he looked like a scumbag.

Order a row of wax for the owner.

Concubine?

Luo Qiao's black eyes darkened, and the undercurrents under Rong Huang hadn't noticed.

Luo Qiao raised his hand to pinch Rong Huang's delicate chin, with little force, but the joints of the other hand on his knees were faintly white.

Rong Huang snorted and frowned, "What are you doing?"

The answer was Luo Qiao's heavy kiss on her lips.

Luo Qiao licked Rong Huang's greasy lips, his movements full of color.

The emotions in his eyes were horrifying, and the hand holding Rong Huang's chin slipped, and he rubbed the back of Rong Huang's white neck.

After a long time, the paper tiger Rong Xiaohuang was so confused by the kiss that he couldn't find Bei, he hummingly grabbed Luo Qiao's sleeve and didn't let go.

The image of the wise and capable Qinglongzhai master in the past collapsed completely at this moment.

Luo Qiao's forehead touched Rong Huang's, and he let out a low laugh.

The big hand with a thin cocoon squeezed the back of Rong Huang's neck, and the sultry gasp remained unresolved. Luo Qiao muttered and said every word, "I have been stamped by you."

Rong Huang: "Huh?"

Rong Huang looked confused, what the **** was this "seeking responsibility" tone?

This big king is obviously the one who was kissed, boy, have you figured out the situation?

Luo Qiao ignored Rong Huang's angry little expression, and held down Rong Huang's little claws that were squeezing him.

"I'm very jealous, and you can't see the man approaching you." Luo Qiao's Adam's apple rolled, and an oily kiss fell on Rong Huang's soft white face.

Before Rong Huang had time to express his disgust, he heard Luo Qiao's terrifying voice, "In the future, you will be the only one of me. If someone else appears, I will kill him."

If it were placed at the very beginning, Rong Huang might still be afraid of phoenix disease.

But now it's different.

The plot of forced love by the overbearing president is useless here in Rong Huang.

The little Phoenix who had been haunting in the past has become more powerful, and Rong Huang is not afraid of him.

Rong Huang raised his chin and pushed Luo Qiao away forcefully, "Man, who gave you the courage to dare to be presumptuous in front of this village master?"

Luo Qiao: "When I kissed you yesterday, you were not drunk and didn't push me away. Doesn't it mean that you are also happy with me?"

Oh!

I didn't expect you to be such a phoenix disease.

However, the lord of the king, one village, will never be threatened by you.

Rong Huang arbitrarily straightened out his tousled hair and let out the imposing manner of the future emperor, "I like you, but it doesn't mean I only like you as a duck."

Luo Qiao was startled, and when he understood Rong Huang's words, he immediately smiled dangerously, "Oh? Who else do you like?"

Rong Huang blinked, tilted his head and thought for a long time without saying a name.

It is true that Qinglongzhai is full of a group of five big and three thick strong men, except for Luo Qiao, there is no one that meets Rong Huang's aesthetic.