Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1455: Fetish

Huang Rong was instantly angry: "Did you just say that as long as someone approaches you, you will know in advance? Even a master like my father is no exception."

Song Qingshu really wished to swallow what I said just now, thinking that I can’t show it off in the future, otherwise it’s easy to lift a rock and hit myself in the foot: "I said that when I was awake, how can I be so alert when I fall asleep? If it is an ordinary person approaching, maybe I will notice it, but after a deep sleep, a master like your father approaches, and I am not a god, how can I react quickly."

Huang Rong frowned, and had to admit that the other party made a lot of sense. If he lives in another room, he is indeed likely to be discovered by his father. He can only stay in his own room...the most dangerous place. It is the safest place.

"We are a married woman, a married man, an lone man and a widow... It is inevitable to leave you here, no way." Although Huang Rong was loose, but after thinking about it again and again, she refused.

Song Qingshu shrugged, and did not continue to forcefully: "You make sense. I will go out to find a place to deal with one night by myself. You can rest early." He smiled at her, and the figure quickly flashed out the window.

"Hey~" Huang Rong opened her mouth, but in the end she took her hand back, and shouted what would happen to him, could it be possible to keep him here?

Lying on the bed, Huang Rong stared at the top of the bed in a daze. She was so sleepy that she couldn't fall asleep. She thought about too many things and recalled too many things, and finally her thoughts fluttered and her heart was full. Messy.

Boom!

Suddenly a white lightning flashed outside the window, followed by terrifying thunders, and the power of the heavens and the earth was fully revealed at this moment.

Huang Rong was struggling, and finally sat up from the bed, put on her clothes and picked up the umbrella. She was really worried about going out to see Song Qingshu.

"It's such a storm, I don't know where he is." Huang Rong bit her lip and stood there in a daze for a while.

Peach Blossom Island is not small, it’s not easy to find someone, but Huang Rong certainly doesn’t sullen his head around and think about it carefully: “He doesn’t want to live in another room, could he run back to my mother’s tomb? I’ve gone, I think it’s the safest place now."

"No, he just changed his clothes after taking a shower. He shouldn't rush into the rain anymore, and he will feel uncomfortable when he is exposed to the rain." Huang Rong denied the initial guess, and finally decided to look in these nearby rooms.

As soon as she opened the door, even if she was wrapped in her coat, Huang Rong felt a chill hit, but she still walked out forcibly and searched in those empty rooms.

She found her daughter's room first, and found nothing, then went to the room of Wu Xiaowu and others, but unfortunately she still didn't find the slightest.

Suddenly my heart moved, thinking that the other party only ate a few cakes a day today, would he go to the kitchen?

Huang Rong carried the skirt and walked quickly towards the kitchen. Who knew it hadn't taken long to meet Huang Yaoshi.

"What are you doing out so late?" Huang Yaoshi looked at her suspiciously.

Huang Rong reacted quickly, and she answered without hesitation: "I was suddenly hungry, and I plan to go to the kitchen to make something to eat."

"You just call those dumb servants to do it." Huang Yaoshi looked at his daughter pityingly, "It's not convenient for you to be pregnant."

"I don't want to bother them at so late, not to mention I'm still used to the taste of my own cooking." Huang Rong did not lower her voice, because she was worried that Song Qingshu was hiding in the kitchen, hoping that he would hide in advance when he heard the movement.

"Yes, those who talk about cooking can't keep up with you." Huang Yaoshi nodded, "I will accompany you, and I can help you."

Huang Rong gave a hum, and suddenly asked: "Daddy, why are you up so late, why haven't you slept?"

Huang Yaoshi snorted, his face a little ugly: "It's not for Song Qingshu's boy. I suspect that he doesn't have an outlying island at all, so look around."

Huang Rong's heart jumped, and hurriedly asked: "Daddy did you find anything?"

Huang Yaoshi glanced at her: "Are you worried about him?"

Huang Rong hurriedly shook her head, and said with some guilty conscience: "Why should I worry about him."

"Nothing is fine," Huang Yaoshi snorted, "You can no longer communicate with him."

"I know...this way." Huang Rong's mouth pursed, I don't know why, as if she was back in the scene when she was in love with Brother Jing but was beaten by her father. This feeling is really familiar.

"I know you don't think so, but you are already a married woman. Don't make mistakes." Huang Yaoshi warned again with a cold voice.

"I know, I know." Huang Rong felt a little irritable, and couldn't help but snorted, "Isn't Dad not Tang Wu Bo Zhou Kong? How come you are like the old scholars of Cheng Zhu Li."

Huang Yaoshi has a black line on his face: "Although Dad doesn’t care about worldly manners, he values ​​single-minded love most. If you make up your mind to leave Guo Jing, Dad won’t say anything; but since you finally chose him, then No more thoughts."

"What's more, the boy named Song, who has not been famous for a few years, has caused a lot of romantic debts on the rivers and lakes. Even people like me who don’t ask about the rivers and lakes have heard a lot about him. What matters, how can such a man have true affection?" Huang Yaoshi himself is single-minded to his wife Feng Heng, and naturally dislikes the silly son-in-law the most, so although he doesn't like Guo Jing this silly son-in-law very much, he hates the frivolous prodigal son Song Qingshu even more.

"Okay, my daughter is not stupid." Huang Rong's expression dimmed. In fact, she had already figured out these truths.

Then the father and daughter were chatting while cooking in the kitchen. The father and daughter hadn't seen each other for many years. Naturally, there was a lot to talk about, and time passed by.

Looking at the dishes cooked on the plate, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but frown, "Can you still eat these things when you are pregnant?"

Huang Rong's eyes flickered: "I don't know why, I am very hungry these days, and some want to eat meat."

"Really?" Huang Yaoshi gave her a thoughtful look.

"Daddy, would you like to try it?" Huang Rong hurriedly asked.

"I don't eat at night," Huang Yaoshi shook his head, "You are pregnant, and the ground is wet and slippery when it rains. Let me help you carry it to the room."

"No, my daughter is not so squeamish." Huang Rong worried that Song Qingshu killed a carbine and ran to his room, how dare to let his father go.

Suddenly Huang Yaoshi "You won't hide anything shameful in the room."

"Of course not anymore. I'm not afraid that you are tired." Huang Rong knew that his father was always shrewd, and now he must be suspicious. If he refuses to continue, he might really guess something.

"I'm one of the five uniques in Central Plains, what's the tiring of carrying something." Huang Yaoshi talked about his identity as the five uniques, and couldn't help thinking that he could only make a tie with Song Qingshu when he attacked with all his strength. Three points black.

"Then bother Daddy." Huang Rong pursed her lips and laughed.

After Huang Yaoshi sent his daughter back to the room, his sharp eyes swept around and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that I was worrying too much. How could Rong'er be so absurd."

When Huang Rong saw that Song Qingshu was not there, she couldn't help but secretly relieved, and at the same time a bit of melancholy rose in her heart. Could it be that she parted silently?

"Okay, it's getting late, you eat and rest early, daddy won't disturb you." After dispelling the doubts in his mind, Huang Yaoshi was relaxed. After walking to the door, he thought about it and threw it out of his sleeves. He brought a lemon to the table, and he used ingenious softness. Although it was thrown so far away, the lemon fell on the table lightly. It did not cause any movement. "You are pregnant and eat so many greasy things. Be careful of nausea and vomiting. , Squeeze some lemon juice when you eat."

"Thank you, father." Seeing his father so caring, Huang Rong couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart.

After sending off his father, Huang Rong sat down at the table, but didn't touch the hard-boiled dishes before, instead she was in a daze with her cheeks in her hands.

"Is it really gone?"

At this time, there was thunder and lightning outside. Huang Rong felt palpitations. She couldn't help but walk to the window and open the window to look at the dark night sky. Seeing the wind and rain outside, she couldn't help but frowned and said: "Such rain, you can Where are you going?"

"Are you worried about me?" At this moment, a voice came from below.

Huang Rong was taken aback. Looking down, she saw Song Qingshu shrinking under the window sill and looking at herself with a smile.

"Why are you hiding here?" Huang Rong was angry and funny. Although it was under the eaves, it was blown from time to time by the wind and rain outside. The place next to him was completely wet, except that the area around him was dry. , Presumably he has been using internal force to keep the rain from blowing on him.

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said: "Your father is patrolling around like a thief. Where can I hide? Only you are the safest place. If you don't let me in, I can only hide in the corner outside."

Looking at him with a pitiful look, Huang Rong knew that he had a disguise, but she was also a little apologetic. After all, Song Qingshu's martial arts were not afraid of her father at all. The main reason for hiding in Tibet was because of her own face.

"Let's go in first." Huang Rong took the umbrella to cover the wind and rain floating outside for him.

At this moment, Song Qingshu is naturally not polite, and turned in from the window with a light leap: "What is so fragrant?"

Huang Rong pointed to the delicacy on the table: "Just made it in the kitchen~IndoMTL.com~If you don't like it, just eat it."

Song Qingshu was overjoyed: "Rong'er's cooking skills are unparalleled in the world. I am too happy to have time. How can I dislike it?" He hasn't eaten much except a few cakes today, and he is indeed hungry now.

"Is this specially made for me?" Song Qingshu couldn't help swallowing a few delicious dishes.

"I want to be beautiful." Huang Rong sipped, "It's just because I ran into dad near the kitchen, so I didn't suspect him, so I did it smoothly."

Looking at her slightly blushing face, Song Qingshu smiled and stopped asking questions. He turned his attention back to the few dishes she cooked: "Salt and pepper mantis shrimp, green onion **** fried crab, etc. The next plate is... oysters?"

"What happened to the oysters?" Huang Rong looked blank. "Because there are only these seafood on the island."

"This is a fetish for men's impotence, Rong'er, are you suggesting something?" Song Qingshu asked with a smile.

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