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I don’t know how long, Chen Rong’s weak voice sounded, "I’ve held it once anyway..."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Rong heard Wang Qi's laughter.

The laughter made Chen Rong's underlying annoyance all appear. She stretched out her right hand, pinched the tender meat on the inside of his arm accurately, twisted it hard, and gritted her teeth in a low voice: "You're so sorry! If you just called that "Qing Qing" just now, why should I? "

Speaking of which, there is already a cry in her voice.

Crying a few words, seeing Wang Hong did not respond, and Chen Rong screamed and pulled away his robe covering his face.

As she looked up, she faced her sore face and twisted her face, looking at her Wang Qilang helplessly.

The first time Chen Rong saw Wang Qi, who was like a fairy, she showed such an expression and couldn't help but feel happy.

This irritated her, and her shame grew gradually.

She slowly sat upright, lowered her head, and begged softly: "Qilang, I really don't make concubines." There was a cry in her voice.

Sobbing twice, she wiped the tears from her face with her sleeves and murmured, "What is your Wang Qilang's identity, really speaking, my Ah Rong is a concubine for you, it's almost a bit. I."

At this point, she bit her lip hard and made a determination.

At the moment, she raised her head decisively, stared at King Qilang’s bizarre gaze, glared resentfully, pinched his tender meat's fingers again, and sighed severely: "Quick thoughts have made me wonder Unconsciously let go!"

This time, Wang Qilang took a deep breath in pain, but his handsome face still had a smile, but this smile was somewhat wronged, "Okay."

The two words came out one by one, and Chen Rong stood loose. At the moment when she let go, she didn't know what she thought of, and her small face flushed red until she reached the neck.

Wang Qilang tilted his head, looked at Chen Rong with a smile, pointed his right hand towards the back of the car, and said slowly: "There are maid dresses in it. After you change it, wear a veil and look for A chance to get off."

Chen Rongying said, she climbed behind the carriage and opened the car wall, she said with a hate: "Why do you want to pull on me with such maid dress in the carriage? There is already hate.

Wang Hong looked at her with a smile, and when he heard it, he sighed, "No wonder people say that good people are the hardest to do. This dress is I prepared for you Qingqing."

Chen Rong was stunned.

She turned back froze.

When she met Wang Hong’s gaze, she glared at her and sighed, "Retract your head and don’t allow me to look at me."

Wang Hong smiled and really turned around.

At this time, women's robes are much more tedious than men's, even if they are maidservants, they also pay attention to an elegant beauty. Chen Rong changed his clothes while he was dissatisfied, while comforting himself: People like Wang Hong have seen the beauty much better, so he won't look back to change my clothes.

Thinking about it like this, she was still a bit anxious in a hurry.

After a while, Chen Rong finally put on his middle coat, only wearing a robe, and wearing it, she suddenly thought: these robes are really very fit, he just said that it is for I prepared. . . . . . Why should I prepare clothes for me?

She thought of it here, angry and annoyed, hated and ashamed.

For a long time, she stopped her cranky thoughts, and said: When the guy called me Qingqing at the city gate, he expected that there would be such a thing, so he put all his clothes on the carriage, just waiting for me to vote Snare.

Thinking about it for some reason, she was even more angry.

In a while, Chen Rong dressed in a neat dress and a gauze hat on her head, finally turned around, she glared at Wang Hong, who was drinking wine slowly, and quietly lifted the car curtain. .

Seeing that there were fewer people outside, she lowered her head and opened the car curtain like this, and jumped off the carriage.

At this time, the carriage was moving. She jumped like this, and the whole person rushed forward. Fortunately, she had a good skill and quickly stabilized.

Wang Qilang's carriage has always been the focus of everyone's attention. At this moment, some people jumped out of it, swish, and for a moment, some eyes turned to Chen Rong.

However, these glances were taken back when dressing up to the maidservant and wearing a veil, Chen Rong—the nobleman took the maidservant with him, and even keeping the maidservant on the scene even when having **** with others. Drink water the same. Therefore, even those girls just glanced at Chen Rong and ignored it.

Chen Rongxin relaxed, she stepped back a few steps, and a few arrow steps rushed into a carriage carrying maidservants.

The maidservants were surprised when they saw someone getting in the car. After seeing Chen Rong wearing a gauze cap, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked up and down at her.

Chen Rong picked a corner and sat down, said in a low voice: "It's me, don't make a noise."

The entourage suddenly realized.

These maidservants who often served Wang Qilang and followed him from south to north were not lost to ordinary servant girls only in terms of appearance and temperament. Moreover, they are literate and ceremonial, and they are very respectful of Chen Rong who lives and died with their own Lang Jun. Therefore, as soon as she opened her mouth, the servants quieted down, one by one, and began to continue their previous activities.

Chen Rong secretly looked at them, and she couldn't help thinking: These maidservants alone have beaten me. . . . . . As soon as the idea came out, the expectation that she had just risen was all gone. In the previous life, for the Lang Jun who did not belong to her, she suffered all eyes and exhausted Fanghua. In this life, she really didn't want to work so hard again.

At this time, there was a drumbeat outside.

In this rash, the girls screamed again. Chen Rong was a little curious, so he opened the corner of the car curtain and looked quietly.

At this time, both sides of the street are already typical of people. Moreover, with the arrival of parents of major families, Wang Hong's convoy had to stop and chat with them one by one.

At this moment, it was Huan Jiulang, Ying Zhi and other celebrities who irritated the women. They were driving in a carriage, and Shi Shiran blocked the center of the road.

After blocking the way of the Wang family, the middle-aged scribe who Chen Rong had seen jumped off the carriage first. When he backhanded, he took a flute from a maidservant. Put the flute towards the lips and it will play.

Huan Jiulang holding the zither just jumped, and Huan Jiulang’s zither was floating, and Yan Zhi also got out of the carriage. With a wave of his right hand, twenty beautiful kabukis got off the carriage and twisted With his waist on his back, he danced in the street like this, under the eyes.

. . . . . . This is a true dance. The kabuki and everyone have thin clothes. As they dance, Chen Rong can see the trembling breast wave. A mole with a maidservant at the belly button can also be seen at a glance. . . . . .

As these kabukis danced, Huan Jiulang playing the zither pressed with both hands and stopped. He turned his head, staring at Zhi Zhi, and shouted loudly: "Li Zicheng, what do you mean? How did you suddenly get some grotesque things out and defeat my Yaxing in plain!"

He was displeased and scolded, and Zhi Zhi stretched out his hand to stroke his short beard, sighed, and said, "Originally, I wanted to offer an ancient sound to comfort Qilang who escaped from his death. But I didn’t expect that Wang Qilang had his sleeves broken! I felt so sad that I had to call home tricks to dance for him. Hey, I only hope their dance can call back Wang Qilang’s big man. Ambition."

This is too vicious. This is obviously making fun of Wang Hong's sleeve, and the one sleeping under the man.

For a moment, amazed, smiled, and renewed discussion.

With a cry, Wang Hong pulled the car curtain away.

As he made this action, the people swish and turned their heads at the same time, their eyes widened, and they looked at his carriage in an instant.

Of course, there was nothing in his carriage.

Moreover, everyone can see that Wang Hong's clothes are bright and his hair is neat.

Walking in the eyes of everyone, Wang Hongqin smiled lightly. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Lei Zhi who came in a big step. He shouted, "Li Zicheng, you are really **** it!"

As soon as the words came out, Zhi Zhi laughed.

Three steps and two steps, he rushed to Wang Hong's carriage. He stretched his hand to lift the car curtain completely, he glanced up at it, and sucked twice, yelling: "Why, there is no **** taste, but a woman's body fragrance? I said Qilang, you Wouldn’t that Qingqing be a woman posing?”

Hearing the shouting of Zhi Zhi, Chen Rong was shocked and thought with amazement: This person has a good nose.

After a few vigorous suctions, Yan Zhi nodded vigorously, turned to the people and said, "There is no Qing Qing seen in the carriage, it seems to be false."

After sighing aloud for a few words, he waved his right hand to stop the mafia who was twisting his waist and kicking his legs, and the dance posture caught the eyes of all men. "Go back and go back."

As soon as the women stopped, IndoMTL.com~, a strong man shouted, "Hui Zicheng, after sniffing your nose, really judge that there is no Lang Jun in that car?"

The strong man is tall, sounds like Hong Zhong, his face has a beard, his eyes are yellow, and that look is just the kind of vulgarity that people dislike.

Ke Zhizhi didn't treat him with such inquiries, but instead he laughed with pride: "Shenbi? This word is used well, very well." He only said it here. , Huan Jiulang smiled coldly on one side, "My dog, Along, also has a pair of magic noses."

Coquettish laughter came from all sides.

Zheng Zhi was not annoyed. He looked as usual and smiled with a smile: "No Lang Jun, no Lang Jun. Hey, look at Wang Qilang's return from the calamity, my nose can prove that the carriage There is no Langjun, only girls."

This is worse than not saying. Wang Hong couldn't help rolling his eyes, Huan Jiulang grinned. The middle-aged celebrity sighed, put away his flute, turned around and walked away, "Go, go, a good pleasure, all disturbed by the deceiver."

When the words came out, the crowd laughed amid the sigh of sigh. (Mei Gongqing: 115115236)--(Mei Gongqing)