The two of them flew very high.

The swing swung long and broke off the ground.

Fortunately, Ouyang Rong repaired the swing today, otherwise he might have been thrown off the wall...

Zhao Qingxiu's pounce seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

He didn't even care whether he could fall or not.

Ouyang Rong's first reaction was surprise. In the flash of lightning, he grasped the ropes on both sides with both hands and could not hold her. Zhao Qingxiu threw herself into his arms, so the two of them were facing each other, and she could only hold him by herself.

waist.

Ouyang Rong shouted:

"Be careful, hold on tight!"

Zhao Qingxiu's little face was buried in his arms. Needless to say, he held her very tightly.

Ouyang Rong didn't know how Xiu Niang felt. Anyway, he was worried that the two of them would fly away.

He held his breath and concentrated on the swing swinging in the air for a moment. When the momentum of the swing slowed down a little, he relaxed a little.

Good guy, with this sudden wave of twists and turns, the little 1,300 merit points under his body that were about to overflow were forcefully suppressed.

Ouyang Rong waited until the swing slowed down, then touched the embroiderer's head with her hair tied up, and whispered:

"What's the matter? Xiu Niang is drunk?"

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head in a daze, arched her slim and delicate body close to Ouyang Rong's chest, and adjusted her sitting posture.

She sat face to face in Ouyang Rong's arms, resting her chin on his right shoulder.

Ouyang Rong also hugged her. Xiu Niang was too thin and had a small frame, so he could easily hold her in his arms and touch her right shoulder with his right hand.

Xiu Niang's shoulders are very small, and they are standard slip shoulders, also known as beauty shoulders. They are the kind of small shoulders that are easy to slip off the straps of clothes, and are "cunning old shoulders".

He rubbed it lovingly with his palms.

After a while, Ouyang Rong felt the small words written by the embroiderer on his back.

[I won’t come back. I’ll go to Huaiye Lane. Wherever Tanlang goes, I’ll go. You said that home is when two people are together]

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

After a while, he suddenly asked: "Is Xiu Niang a little afraid of my aunt? You have to tell the truth."

Zhao Qingxiu paused for a moment, her head buried on his shoulder for a moment, and she nodded slightly and unnoticeably.

Ouyang Rong, who was concentrating, felt it and immediately said:

"I have already told my aunt, she said she would like to meet you and give you a gift on your birthday..."

He told it in detail.

Zhao Qingxiu's little face left the embrace with surprise, she raised her head slightly and looked at him with joy.

Ouyang Rong smiled brightly, shook his head and said:

"Embroiderer, there is no need to be afraid. Embroiderer doesn't know how many people like you. Junior Sister is heartbroken for you, and so is Wei Lai. They all said they would give you a gift."

Zhao Qingxiu still feels that these developments are fantastic, just like dreaming.

Originally, she was prepared to be beaten and scolded by Tanlang's female family members on her birthday, including Mrs. Zhen. Over the years, she sometimes still dreams about the slap on that day, and occasionally wakes up in the middle of the night.

Holding your knees with your hands, covering your face lightly...

However, after listening to Ouyang Rong's description of the situation, Zhao Qingxiu immediately became a little frightened and had nowhere to put his hands.

Ouyang Rong noticed it and asked, "What's wrong with Xiu Niang?"

Zhao Qingxiu was writing nervously, and her speed was so fast that she scribbled:

[They give me gifts, and I want to give them back. It will arrive the day after tomorrow, so I have to hurry up and prepare]

Ouyang Rong laughed: "You can do whatever you want. It's just a formality. They will definitely not be embarrassed, even if they don't prepare gifts..."

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head vigorously.

【No, how can you be rude】

Ouyang Rong hesitated and spread his hands:

"That's okay, just don't be too pushy. Courtesy is not important, but your intention is the most important."

"Um."

Zhao Qingxiu opened her arms again, hugged Ouyang Rong softly, and swung her legs happily.

Together with the two of them, they gradually began to swing on the swing, and the amplitude became larger and larger.

The posture of the two facing each other and embracing each other made Ouyang Rong's body gradually feel a little strange.

He took a deep breath and stared intently for a while.

Ouyang Rong was going to take a look at the embroiderer.

When he met her, he found his face being held up.

It was Zhao Qingxiu who hugged his head and offered it to him stupidly and without any care.

It turned out that she couldn't bear it either.

But it is rare to see an embroiderer be so proactive and enthusiastic.

Ouyang Rong's lips and teeth were filled with fluid, and his eyes were slightly opened.

The extra 1,300 merits finally have somewhere to put them.

…

Ouyang Rong picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, turned around at the same time, and quietly closed the door.

He picked it up all the way to the swing.

He coughed and finished dressing.

When we left, it was already dawn outside and one night had passed.

Ouyang Rong's eyes were a little dazed. Before going out, he looked inside the merit tower:

[Merits: Six Thousand and Twelve]

Nearly 1,300 merits have been spent.

What precise control.

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiu Niang was still sleeping. He actually called her just now, but the delicate girl turned over and continued to sleep.

It's rare to sleep so deeply.

Ouyang Rong stopped calling her.

He went out feeling refreshed.

Ask Pei Shisanniang to take care of the yard.

Ouyang Rong turned around and ordered Ali to drive the carriage to Jiangzhou Hall.

As soon as he arrived at the lobby of Jiangzhou, he saw a familiar figure at his desk.

It was Yuan Huaimin.

Ouyang Rong was curious: "Why did you come here so early? It doesn't look like you."

Yuan Huaimin suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeves:

"Lianghan, will you go to the celebration ceremony on the 15th?"

"Well, that's right, what's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Yuan Huaimin lowered his head and said, "I'll go too."

"Being beaten...persuaded by Commander Yi?"

Ouyang Rong asked with a smile.

Yuan Huaimin looked at him and nodded.

Before leaving, he asked again:

"Brother Lianghan, let's be together that day, I'll wait for you."

"It depends."

"good."

Yuan Huaimin said goodbye.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

At this time, Yan Liulang came over and reported with clasped fists:
To be continued...