Zhao Rong brought Zhao Qian'er and the two newly brought home fairies of Dali, along with Gu Yiwu and other students, back to the inn where they were staying in Xingzi town.
Zhao Rong brought Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu back to his guest room on the third floor and placed his hands on the two fairies' round and petite shoulders.
He explained solemnly:
"Wash yourself clean and wait for me. We in the Zhao family are all clean people. You are not allowed to disgrace our family tradition. Well, I will check it carefully when I come back, otherwise I will be punished according to the first rule of the family law."
After Zhao Rong said something straightforward, he took Xiao Qian'er's hand and turned away.
Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu were left staring at each other, thinking about Lao Zhao's family traditions and rules...
There was no one else around at this time. Zhao Rong held Xiao Qian'er's slender hand domineeringly, and regardless of the fact that she was waving her hands around in a bit of anger, he dragged him away.
Zhao Rong walked ahead with a normal expression and walked downstairs. "Be good, there are some things I will tell you after I finish discussing with Brother Yiwu."
Judging from the strength of the pulling force in her hands, Xiao Qian'er was still a little reluctant. He didn't need to look back to guess that the little girl's pouting pink lips were big enough to hold an oil bottle.
"Brother Rong'er, do you like girls with sticking out butts?" Zhao Qian'er's voice suddenly came from behind.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes, and with two whooshing sounds, he quickly looked around. It was a good thing that it was late at night, and except for those who were stuffing small cards, no serious people would walk around in the hotel corridor.
"Don't talk nonsense late at night?" He frowned.
"I'm not kidding. Humph, who was the one who kept looking at Su Qingdai's butt in Zuixianlou just now? His eyes were about to fall into her ditch."
Ditch? Which ditch? Zhao Rong was shocked.
He coughed and said earnestly:
"I was scouting the enemy... I just wanted to see who they were and what they were up to. I, Rong'er, had a pair of sharp eyes that saw through them. So I took a few more glances to know myself and the enemy. What's wrong with that?"
But Xiao Qian'er didn't buy it. She raised her chin and said, "You were scouting the enemy and ended up scouting the fairy's butt?"
Zhao Rong: “…”
It's not impossible to check there. What if Su Qingdai was sent by the enemy and has hidden a weapon? We can't miss it. Well, we have to check carefully when we go back to see if they have washed it clean... Someone was secretly alert.
But, why are we discussing Fairy Su Qingdai's butt on the stairwell?
Zhao Rong had a blank expression on his face and patted his frozen face.
"The little girl doesn't know shit about scouting the enemy. Don't let your imagination run wild."
Zhao Qian'er had a fierce look on her face and argued:
"How could I not know how to scout the enemy? That Luo Xiu looked at you seventy-six times tonight, and that Su Qingdai left six teeth marks on your fingers... You hugged Luo Xiu's waist seventeen times tonight, hugged Su Qingdai's waist eighteen times, drank eleven glasses of wine from her, and beat her... You also enforced our Zhao family's family rules on Su Qingdai twice..."
“???”.
Zhao Rong stopped and took a deep breath, "About the fact that my second wife is a human-shaped counter?"
He was speechless.
This is the horror after childhood sweethearts finally get married. While being infatuated and tacit with each other, she is also very familiar with you. Except for being shy and clumsy about certain things that the two of you have not explored before, don't try to hide things from her or lead her by the nose when you are alone with her in daily life. Just be thankful if she doesn't pull your ears and scold you, saying, "How are you going to live in the future?"
The next second, Zhao Rong stopped and turned around decisively, taking Zhao Qianer's hand and pulling her towards him.
The little girl was leaning on her slender waist with her eyebrows raised. At this moment, she let out an unexpected "ah" and rushed into Zhao Rong's arms without any resistance, burying her little face in his thick chest full of masculinity.
"Hmm." The little girl shrugged her nose in protest slightly, but her little hands still silently hugged him at the first moment, and her little head nodded.
Zhao Rong held her little face with both hands and turned her over, asking Xiao Qian'er to raise her head and face him. Then, he glared at her with his sharp sword eyes.
Well, your memory and eyesight are so sharp, right? From now on, the task of counting the Zhao family will be handed over to you. Little girl, don't cry and say "take a break, don't want it anymore" when the time comes... Zhao Rong thought viciously.
However, if this will lead the child astray, I definitely cannot tell her now, otherwise she will probably start asking a hundred thousand questions again, just like the last time I pressed Qingjun's head.
He gently touched the forehead of the second wife, Xiao Qian'er, in his arms, and said, "If you don't punish her for three days, she will tear off the tiles on the roof."
Zhao Qian'er, who was suddenly slapped in the face, was originally dodging his glare, but now when she heard what he said, she saw Brother Rong'er's fierce look which was filled with helplessness and doting towards her.
The corners of her lips curled up in joy, but then quickly retracted.
The arrogance and stubbornness that she only had towards him came up again.
"You, you fight."
“I really did.”
"Beat me, beat me." The slender little Qian'er in his arms stood on tiptoe, gently bumped Zhao Rong's forehead with her clean forehead, and snuggled into his arms and twisted her body slightly, "Humph, let me see our family rules today."
"I really hit him." Someone said in a strong but weak tone.
"Hurry up and fight. You're dragging your feet and still want the Second Lady to listen to you?" Zhao Qian'er pouted and said in an instigating tone. She looked like she really deserved a beating.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes, and then... he followed his heart.
"Ahem, let's go quickly. Brother Yiwu and the others are probably all here and are waiting for us."
"No, there's no one here, you better hit me quickly, Qian'er will also try the family rules."
Zhao Rong blinked and raised his hands, admitting defeat in a French way: "Brother Rong'er is wrong, isn't that enough? I surrender. How could you bear to hit Qian'er? I love you so much that I have never dared to touch a hair on your head since you were a child..."
Zhao Qianer raised her little chin, was quiet for a while, and then lowered her head.
She pressed her right cheek against Zhao Rong's chest. "It's not something I said in anger. It's..."
Where he couldn't see, Zhao Qian'er's ears blushed quietly, "...Yes, you haven't punished me by the family rules once. Am I the second wife of the old Zhao family? Qian'er will also try the family rules..."
Zhao Rong's inner thoughts at this moment: ⊙▂⊙
There is such a request!
are you serious?
Zhao Rong wanted to reach out and touch Xiao Qian'er's forehead to measure the temperature, but he thought that with her physique, she would probably never catch a cold or have a fever in her lifetime.
That was another possibility... My goodness, could Xiao Qian'er also have some masochistic traits? Damn it, it wasn't discovered earlier and treated earlier... He was very worried.
There was silence between Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er for a while.
The two of them hugged each other and stood quietly on a step on the stairs leading to the second floor from the third floor, silently feeling each other's body temperature.
They all have different thoughts, but there is a certain warm atmosphere and affection flowing between them.
It was quiet and there was no sound of footsteps.
The lively and clever little Qian'er also calmed down for a rare moment. Her white and tender ears, like a flame cloud, pressed against Zhao Rong's chest. She curiously eavesdropped on his heartbeat for a while with her little face, and seemed to find it very interesting.
At this moment, without waiting for Zhao Rong to execute the family rules, she raised her little head and looked at him with her big and beautiful peach blossom eyes.
Next second.
"Puchi~" The little girl couldn't help laughing, her voice was like a silver bell, and she happily pinched his nose. "Silly. Brother Rong'er is really an idiot, an idiot with lustful thoughts but no guts."
Zhao Qian'er's peach blossom eyes, like dark glass, were filled with his face as her gaze moved around. It was like a world filled with sunshine, and no matter how she looked, it was all him.
Zhao Rong couldn't stand being laughed at by the little girl and took a breath.
All the worries and reluctances were thrown behind my mind. I must give this little girl a good look.
"You want to try the family rules, right? You want to be beaten, right?" Zhao Rong glared at her fiercely, "I think you are just a little girl with an itchy skin and butt."
He embraced the petite and slender Zhao Qian'er, and his big hands fell mercilessly...
Little girl: “Hmm~”
There wasn't much flesh on her, and although the fabric wasn't thick, only a slight sound was heard, not even as loud as her nasal voice.
However, Zhao Rong did not let Xiao Qian'er go so easily. His big hand did not leave after it fell, but occupied the base behind enemy lines and rubbed it mercilessly.
"Mmm." The pretty little girl hugged him tightly, moaned, bent her slender neck and buried her face in Zhao Rong's arms.
Only two small ears were exposed.
Well, Zhao Rong nodded secretly. Xiao Qian'er is another kind of petite and lovely beauty. She is like a dough of the right size. One can hold it in one hand and knead it into a round or square shape at will. It also has a special taste. Compared with the plump and proud Su Qingdai, she is actually no better.
Just as someone was savoring it, the 'little ostrich' who was buried its head in the water protested weakly, "You...you...why are you...doing this? Still...still coming? Take...take it away." Xiao Qian'er's two little ears turned red as if blood was about to drip from them and stain Zhao Rong's white clothes red.
"What did you say? I don't understand. Speak louder." Zhao Rong pretended to be stupid.
How could Zhao Qianer dare to speak too loudly about such a thing? Is it shameless for a girl like her to lose face?
"Take it away, take it away, this is not our family rule. If you don't let go, you are bullying me... Mmmm, be gentler, Mmmm." She protested in a soft voice, twisting her body to struggle, but Zhao Rong held her tightly in his arms and she couldn't get free no matter how hard she struggled.
Just like a lamb that has strayed into a wolf's den and is waiting to be slaughtered, it is trembling with fear as its way back is blocked.
"Xiao Qian'er, what are you talking about? What do you mean by bullying? What do you mean by being gentle?" Zhao Rong was very confused.
"Be gentle, you, you, you bad guy! You stinky Rong'er brother!"
However, Zhao Rong sighed, "Xiao Qian'er, please speak louder. You are so quiet, and you still want to be the second wife."
He winked, letting you be naughty and disobedient, and punish you once and for all, so that you know who has the final say in the Zhao family. And how could she let go of the fat meat in her mouth, so Zhao Rong began to study the 100 ways to knead the dough, carefully pondering, learning with an open mind, and trying to improve.
Zhao Qian'er was anxious, but there was no way she could escape the wolf's clutches, so she begged the bad guy with tears in her eyes; "You... you... stinky Rong'er, please let go of my hand... mmm, be gentler, mmm... can you be gentler? I was wrong, little Qian'er was wrong, mmm, I will be obedient from now on, be gentler! mmm..."
Zhao Rong felt relieved when he saw the arrogant and wild little girl now obediently surrendering to his weakness. He breathed a sigh of relief. I'll let you be naughty! After someone understood what was going on, he kneaded the dough with skill and strength.
"Wuwu, please, husband...husband, wuwu, brother Rong'er, husband...wait! Don't, don't, don't there...don't rub there! Ugh!" A little ostrich that was uttering some strange words suddenly pricked up its ears and raised its hidden little head in shock. She glared at him in shame, and then her little pink fists rained down on him without mercy.
Hearing Xiao Qian'er even say a nickname that she was too embarrassed to call out, Zhao Rong felt relieved, but he was not careful and went a little too far. Seeing her so excited, he coughed lightly and let go of her hand without saying a word. He also patted her gently and comforted her. The general meaning he wanted to express was: Let's just pretend nothing happened, okay?
Ahem, by the way, what am I doing downstairs here?
Zhao Rong stopped on the stairs, hugging the little beauty, and looked around guiltily, not daring to look at Xiao Qian'er, who had a wonderful expression on her face.
Zhao Rong felt extremely ashamed for doing such a thing in the stairwell late at night, and he reflected deeply on himself.
Then, the little girl recovered her shock and punched, kicked, bit, grabbed, and pinched him. Zhao Rong stood still, hugged her, and let Xiao Qian'er vent her anger in his arms. She did not resist. After all, she was bullied too much just now.
Not long after, Zhao Rong rubbed a small strawberry with a tooth mark on the left side of his neck. He did not dislike the little girl's saliva. He pulled his collar to block it, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, feeling a little ashamed.
He glanced at Zhao Qian'er vaguely.
The smart and beautiful girl in front of him was standing tall and graceful, but her face was blushing with shyness:
Xiao Qian'er's long, black and smooth hair had been tied up into beautiful double spiral buns before, but after that, it became a little messy, with a few strands of hair hanging down.
There was an evening breeze blowing in from the skylight behind the two of them.
The two strands of hair on her cheeks were gently blown by the wind, outlining the beautiful curve of her little face and adding a bit of cuteness. The two pink ribbons tied to her hair hung down, swaying gently at her ears, like the pink tassels at the corners of her skirt, elegant and lively.
Zhao Rong nodded secretly. His little Qian'er was pretty no matter what. Well, it would be even better if she didn't glare at him or bite him. Those two little canine teeth were really sharp.
This smart, pretty and slender girl was tidying up her messy hair and clothes, with a stern face, ignoring Zhao Rong.
The latter blinked, tried to hold her hand and was about to leave, but was slapped.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the way the little girl bit his other index finger and neck, making his hair stand on end.
Well, he is also a jealous person. He even gets jealous when he is "executed according to the old Zhao family rules" and when he bites his fingers.
Zhao Rong knew very well the reason for the little girl's abnormal behavior before, it was simply because of Su Qingdai.
But how can she be even one-tenth as good as you and Qingjun?
He shook his head slightly.
Zhao Rong went to hold her hand again.
Photographed again.
Pull again.
She turned around and hid from him.
Still holding.
She didn't even bother to get angry with him, and just shook his head.
He still refused to give in.
…
Two childhood sweethearts are in a stalemate.
Zhao Rong suddenly snorted coldly, "I'm leaving."
"You!" Zhao Qian'er, who needed someone to coax her, became anxious and turned around abruptly. The next second, her vision was filled with his warm smile.
A slight "boji~" sound.
The childhood sweetheart secretly kissed her.
Zhao Rong leaned forward.
Xiao Qian'er's tense face melted away and she lowered her head with red cheeks.
It turned out that he was waiting for her to look back.
"Let's go, let's go."
The smiling young scholar took the hand of the smart and beautiful shy girl, waved his arm, strode downstairs, and took her to a guest room on the second floor.
Gu Yiwu and other students also arrived one after another and began to discuss matters...