As we all know, Zhao Rong wore three jade pendants with him.

There is a white jade token for the promise of love, a jade plaque for Linlu Shizi's temporary jade wall, and another piece of jade, which is currently being held in Xiao Qian'er's hand.

I was caught instantly and my spirits were lifted.

"Qian'er, let go quickly."

His tone was serious.

"What kind of jade is this?" Qian'er's voice trembled a little.

Zhao Rong felt that the water in the lake in his heart, which had just calmed down a little, was suddenly a little uncontrollable, and the waves were surging.

He felt that the little hand holding the jade was also trembling, but he just stayed there, as if he was stupid, so he had to take a breath and said helplessly:

"This is the heirloom of our old Zhao family. Please release it quickly and stop pinching it."

Xiao Qian'er knitted her beautiful eyebrows, seeming to be in agreement with the jade in her memory, shook her head, and said: "Brother Rong'er, I remember it was a nephrite jade, why is it different now? You...

Did you have a problem with your practice and went crazy?"

Her tone was anxious and worried.

Zhao Rong resisted the surging waves in the lake of his heart. This wave of desire not only wanted to swallow him up, but also submerged the innocent, innocent and curious baby-like little Qian'er in his arms, tore her into pieces, and slapped her to the shore.

Wave after wave hit me with huge waves, and then I was submerged again, until I drowned and fainted.

"Are you obsessed?" He took a deep breath, thought about it, and said seriously: "Does it count to bind all the blood in one place?"

"..." Qian'er.

She was stunned for a moment, and the next second, the corners of her pitiful peach blossom eyes were red with tears, and she said anxiously:

"Brother Rong'er, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with your health? Don't hide it from me. Isn't this an heirloom of our old Zhao family? Why is it like this? It wasn't like this when we were young. Miss and I have seen it.

, why is it swollen like this now, will it hurt?"

The little girl turned pale with fright and was about to cry.

Zhao Rong was speechless and dumbfounded.

Are you serious? You little girl has always thought that way, so why are you rushing here tonight? Good guy, you don’t know anything yet you dare to rush over to class...

He looked at the innocent little face in front of him, and suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart.

Xiao Qian'er kicked her feet and pursed her lips, "You, please tell me quickly, you can't be joking. If it doesn't work, let's go find the doctor now. We can't delay. Otherwise, we won't be intimate tonight. We'll have to wait for another day. Uh, no, no.

It's serious. I know some medical massage, which can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis." As he said that, he bent his legs and squatted down to check his condition.

The young Confucian scholar immediately stretched out his hand, held her still, sighed, lowered his head, leaned into the little girl's ear, and muttered a few words.

Immediately, the air in the room became quiet for a moment.

"…………"

"…………"

I saw the little girl's face, first with a confused frown, then transitioned to a slightly startled mouth, then red cheeks and angry eyes, and finally...

"Brother Stinky Rong'er! Bad Zhao Rong, big bastard, dead ghost..."

The next second, Xiao Qian'er's pink fists poured into Zhao Rong's chest like a rainstorm.

She raised her foot and stepped on his foot, furiously hammering this Rong'er brother who suddenly felt so disgusting and disgusting!

Zhao Rong leaned back to defend himself, "No, why are you suddenly hitting me? Why did I bully you? I'll tell you everything I need to tell you."

"Humph, I just want to hammer you. Why are you so bad? You bullied me when I was a child, bullied me when I grew up, bullied me during the day, bullied me in my dreams when I was sleeping at night, and bully me now. As long as I am with you,

You know how to bully people. There is no good place in your whole body. They are all used to bully people. You will bully me and my lady for the rest of your life. Zhao Rong, you are so bad..."

Xiao Qian'er bit her lip and stared at her enemy, gritting her teeth, wishing she could pounce on him and bite him to death.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and couldn't hold it in anymore. "Stop making trouble and go back to bed quickly. Otherwise, I will teach you."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Qian'er pinched his nose and said fiercely: "Fuck you big-headed devil, Brother Smelly Rong'er, I...I'll beat you to death!"

As she spoke, she jumped angrily, clamped her thin legs, wrapped herself around him like a koala, and hammered his chest with her two pink fists, determined to eliminate harm for the people.

Zhao Rong: “…………”

He was afraid that the little girl, who had an uncertain temper during love, would fall, so he quickly used his hands to float around. But then he thought about it and decided that it didn't matter if he hugged her, so he supported her legs with his two palms and let her act coquettishly and coquettishly.

His eyes were helpless and doting, but there were still some irrepressible blood lines appearing faintly and repeatedly in the depths of his pupils.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt that Xiao Qian'er was very light.

But it is true that she is only seventeen years old. She used to be a pretty little maid, with a petite and slender figure, and now she has two cute ponytails...

If she accidentally travels back to the past life in Zhao Rong's memory, Xiao Qian'er will definitely be a girl named Lolita. She is also said to be dark and cunning. Who knows how prosperous she will be and how many netizens will pursue her.

But at this moment, in this world, she is indeed his and will always be his...

This was originally just Zhao Rong's subconscious selfish thought, but in the next second it was suddenly amplified by some kind of force. He was originally vigilant and suppressing his sexual desire, and had insufficient energy to pay attention to other emotions. At this time, he was overwhelmed by this selfish and overbearing thought.

Emotions take advantage of the situation and instantly fill the heart.

The most frightening thing is that he didn't realize this for a while, or in other words, Zhao Rong actually realized it, but was excused by some excuse rising from the bottom of his heart, allowing this selfish idea of ​​​​occupying Qian'er to his heart's content.

It naturally occupies the dominant position in the heart and does not hold back its own will.

Qian'er is mine, she is Qingmei, she is the bed-warming maid, she is the second wife, everything about her...is mine...

Zhao Rong gasped slightly and thought domineeringly. At the same time, a pair of big hands couldn't help but tightly hug Qian'er who was tossing cutely in his arms.

How did Qian'er know that Zhao Rong was undergoing the test of 'seeing the clear nature of the mind'? This test has just begun from today, and in the eyes of a certain sword spirit, it can even determine the height of his future...

Being held in his arms, she didn't notice the hidden blood lines in his eyes. She only felt that Brother Rong'er's breathing suddenly became heavier, and then he hugged her very tightly, hugging her tightly and wanting to rub it into his body.

kind.

"Hey, what are you doing? You're bullying me again!" Even if I hammer you, why are you like this? How will you live your life in the future?

Xiao Qian'er's peach blossom eyes were filled with tears of grievance.

Normally, the lady would not be willing to scold you. Even when you were the most disappointed, she would not be willing to scold you even a word, but I don't care, I will scold you to death!

She struggled for a moment, and then while hammering the bad guy, she said shamelessly and cursed: "Brother stinky Rong'er, bad Zhao Rong, big bastard, big pig's hooves, heartless man, stinky man, don't change...pervert! Those who bully maids

Perverted uncle! Even the little maid is not spared..."

At this moment, in the room, the young Confucian scholar suddenly smiled, and blood lines flowed rapidly in his eyes.

He suddenly felt... being scolded by the little girl was quite refreshing and made him more excited. Well, the scolding was good.

Zhao Rong nodded and said pertinently: "Is there any more? Swear more."

Xiao Qian'er was stunned for a moment, looked up at his expression, couldn't help but stop scolding, bit her lip and said: "Brother Shou Rong'er, are you okay? I feel like you are not in the right state, so I won't scold you for now.

...and scolded him back."

Zhao Rong shook his head calmly, "No, scold me more, otherwise...it will be time for you to cry, and you will have to scold me even if you don't want to scold me."

Xiao Qian'er: "???"

Her peach blossom eyes widened, looking at him scolding him, she couldn't help but spit: "Become...perverted Rong'er brother."

Zhao Rong smiled sheepishly and nodded.

really.

At least at the moment.

Then without any delay, he carried the struggling girl and walked directly towards the desk. He sat down on the chair in front of the desk and put her on the desk. From an angle that she could not see, he lifted up the tablecloth and put his feet up.

Put it under the table and sit comfortably.

Tonight, Zhao Rong finally knew how to teach a class correctly and reasonably.

I would like to ask, there is only one desk in the elementary school where my husband is tutoring, but there are two studious students who cannot find each other. How should this desk be arranged?

This is a test of my husband's ability to teach and answer questions, but fortunately he has enough energy and courage to explore and try.

Zhao Rong opened the Mohist book next to Xiao Qian'er, opened it to a certain page, and then started talking about non-aggression and universal love.

"What are you going to do?" the girl said weakly.

"Class." Mr. nodded.

"No class? I didn't bring my textbook."

"No, you brought it, it's on the table, you use your textbook." Mr. Zhao shook his head, but your deskmate didn't bring it, so she had to use his textbook.

This is called using local materials and teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.

Mr. Zhao nodded, opened the Mo Jing, and at the same time opened the textbooks of the two students above and below, and began to teach seriously by oral and example.

A few moments.

"Brother Rong'er..."

"What did you call me?"

In class, her husband slapped her textbook with his big hand, which was both a canon and a family law.
To be continued...