This wave, this wave is called a chain of suspicion.

The two girls made an appointment to lock the door together before going to bed, but no one was relieved of each other, worried that the other party would betray the good sister first and eat alone.

So, they all took action. Even the reserved and thin-skinned Concubine Zhao Ling chose to unblock the door after Xiao Qian'er was "killed" by a villain, so that someone could take advantage of the situation.

"Qian'er is doing beautifully..."

Zhao Rong was carrying the two wives and was laughing in his heart.

At this time, only in such a quiet darkness, in the atmosphere of his and Xiao Qianer playing tricks, would Concubine Zhao temporarily put down the dignity and reserve of the lonely fairy, and her little daughter's attitude was half angry and half coquettish.

Zhao Rong was very satisfied with this, thinking that Qingjun like this was the one who touched the hearts the most.

At this moment, he coughed and turned his head and said:

"Okay, okay, why bother? I'll be my wife from now on. Cough cough, don't be jealous and sabotage each other. You have to get along well, be good sisters, and serve me well."

"Did you hear it?" He turned around and said, "the evil spirit".

Someone was very involved in the role of Shan Dawang, but in return the "angry" of a thin-faced woman.

"oh."

She responded softly, flipped her bare hands and pulled her hair into the bride's temples.

At the same time, his head turned lightly and said to him:

"Then you let me go."

"do what?"

"I don't want to be your woman too much."

"Why?"

"Tired, annoyed, angry."

"If you don't bear it, it's an old husband and wife. What's the point of being able to do this?" Zhao Rong blinked.

She thought about it and said seriously: "I don't want to endure it too much."

Zhao Rong pretended not to hear it and continued to carry them forward.

"hiss……"

He suddenly took a breath, and the soft flesh on his waist was in trouble again.

Had to stop,

Looking back,

Seriously asked:

"I don't think so much... how much do you think?"

"Just one."

"This is not very good." Zhao Rong was happy and said happily: "Only one thing, change the angle, this shows that Qingjun, you still want to be my wife..."

Concubine Zhao nodded, "So I don't want to do it at all."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Xiao Qian'er covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

He couldn't hold back his face and said embarrassedly: "This...it's all an old couple."

Concubine Zhao sneered and interrupted, "So I just bully my wife?"

"..." Zhao Rong coughed, "No...no, where did you bully you."

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Don't this add a little more mood? Look at how happy Xiao Qian'er just called for help, she was very happy... Cough cough I think we have to try more new things. No matter how close we have, we can't keep changing when we get along..."

"Who has the closest relationship with you?"

The woman looked like a 'very unfamiliar' tone.

The man replied seriously: "My Sword Immortal Lady, Concubine Zhao Ling, and Zhao Qingjun."

He asked again: "So what if we remain unchanged when we get along? So will the new one beat the old one?"

He heard this, quieted for a while, and said:

"In my eyes, there is such a woman whose face will always stay on the wedding bed one night. Under the red candle of the wedding window, I looked like when I opened the red veil.

"In my eyes, she is the bride every night and the newcomer every night."

After listening, she stopped talking, and after a while, she said:

"shameless."

"You can do anything about faces, but you can't do without you." Zhao Rong nodded.

"Wow, how dare I? Mr. Zhao is so romantic, how can you dominate you?" Concubine Zhao looked slightly squinting.

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"Where is this?" Zhao Rong frowned and corrected gently in his tone: "Qingjun, you have to change your perspective and think dialectically. Xiaoxiao and Qian'er, aren't they all yours? They are all yours, and they all listen to yours."

"Ha, it turns out that there is such a great thing that falls on me."

After a snorting lightly.

The woman with Qiuye, who had her upper body upside down, hugged her chest with both hands, "Do you want to thank Master Zhao, you really know how to find a sister for me?"

She praised.

"I, Xiaoxiao, Qian'er, I will definitely listen to you in the future." Zhao Rong raised his hand and swore, nodded and emphasized: "If you let go east, never go west, if you let go to heaven, never go to the ground, if you let go to catch fish, never kill chickens..."

Zhao Rong focused on the principle of "one center", adhered to the "three orientations" as the basics, focused on the concept of "seven improvements", and implemented the family's younger brotherhood policy...

But after saying the last sentence, he paused slightly and added:

"Well, foreign affairs depend on the situation, but at home, you have the greatest family affairs."

Someone's eyes are sincere.

Concubine Zhao waited for a while, and saw that he was speechless, nodded and asked, "Oh, have you finished speaking?"

"Cough is over, let's go, is it cold outside? Let's go into the house and my house is warm."

"Slow down." She called Zhao Rong, raised her lips and asked with a smile, "So are we at home or outside now?"

Zhao Rong replied without thinking: "Home."

She held her chest with her bare hands, tilted her pretty face, as if she was not careful: "Oh, then I'm going to say the final word. Please put me down quickly, I don't want to sleep with you tonight."

The 'Shan King' hesitated and said, "That tomorrow night..."

"I don't want to do it tomorrow night."

"Then it's too late..."

"In no mood."

"I'm late..."

"I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it." Concubine Zhao Ling said three words in a row.

Zhao Rong was angry and bullied the "honest husband" right?

"Bang!"

“Hmm?”

Zhao Rongyang slapped the jade thigh on his left shoulder directly.

There was a muffled female voice, as if she was a little confused.

"If you want to say it, do you want it?" Zhao Rong's expression and tone were "fearing".

"I don't want to." Concubine Zhao shook her head and said.

"Ba—!"

It was a slap again and landed directly on a certain erect part.

"Um!" Another muffled groan.

"Do you think about it?" Zhao Rong continued to ask.

"I don't want to." Concubine Zhao stubborn.

"Bang!" Another crisp palm.

"Um!!" This time, the voice was a little crying.

Zhao Rong tried hard to make his tone fiercely this time, "Okay, say it again..."

Concubine Zhao directly answered: "I don't want it, I don't want it."

Finally, I added another sentence, "Twice."
To be continued...