This wave is called the chain of suspicion.

The two girls agreed to lock the door together before going to bed, but neither of them trusted the other, worried that the other would betray their best friend first and eat alone.

As a result, they all took drastic measures. Even the reserved and thin-skinned Zhao Lingfei chose to unlock the door after Xiao Qian'er was "kidnapped" by the bad guys, allowing someone to take advantage of the opportunity to enter.

"Qian'er did a great job..."

Zhao Rong was carrying the two ladies and was laughing secretly.

At this moment, and only in the darkness of the night, when he and Xiao Qian'er were showing off, would Concubine Zhao Lingfei temporarily put aside the dignity and reserve of a cold and lonely fairy, and act half angry and half coquettishly like a little girl.

Zhao Rong was very happy with this and felt that Qingjun was the most touching.

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

"Alright, alright, what are you quarreling about? You are both my women from now on, ahem, you are not allowed to be jealous or sabotage each other. You have to get along well with each other, be good sisters, and serve me well."

"Did you hear that?" He turned around and asked fiercely.

Someone tried his best to play the role of a mountain king, but in return he got the "wrath" of a shy woman.

"oh."

She responded softly, and with a flip of her white hands, she tied her three thousand long black hair into her bridal bun.

At the same time, she turned her head slightly and said to him:

"Then put me down."

"do what?"

"I don't really want to be your woman."

"Why?"

"Tired, annoyed, and angry."

"Why don't you just bear with it? We are an old married couple, how can we not live like 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 and continued to carry them forward.

"hiss……"

He suddenly gasped, and the soft flesh somewhere on his waist was hurt again.

I had to stop.

Look back,

Ask seriously:

"I don't really want to...how much do I not want to?"

"Just a little."

"That's good." Zhao Rong was happy and said with self-satisfaction: "There's only one thing. From another perspective, this shows that Qingjun, you still really want to be my wife..."

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded, "So it means 'not at all'."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Xiao Qian'er covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

He was a little embarrassed and said, "This... they are already an old married couple."

Concubine Zhao Ling interrupted with a sneer, "So this old man can bully my wife at will?"

"..." Zhao Rong coughed, "No...no, I didn't bully you."

"So what are you doing now?"

"Doesn't this add some romance? Look how happily Xiao Qian screamed for help just now. She looked so happy... Ahem, I think we need to try more new things. No matter how close our relationship is, we can't always stay the same..."

"Who has a closer relationship with you?"

The woman said in a tone that said 'I'm really unfamiliar with you'.

The man replied seriously, "My sword fairy wife, Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qingjun."

He asked again: "What if we stay the same when getting along with each other? So the newcomers will be better than the old ones?"

Hearing this, he was silent for a while and said:

"In my eyes, there is such a woman, her face will always remain on a wedding night, under the red candlelight, when I lifted the red veil from her head.

"In my eyes, she is a bride every night and a new person every year."

She listened and fell silent. After a while, she said:

"shameless."

"I can give up my face, but I can't live without you." Zhao Rong nodded.

"Oh, how dare I do that? Young Master Zhao is such a romantic man, how can he have you all to himself?" Concubine Zhao Ling glanced slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Rong frowned and gently corrected him, "Qingjun, you have to change your perspective and think dialectically. Aren't Xiaoxiao, Qian'er and I all yours? We are all yours and we all listen to you."

"Oh, so there is such a great thing happening to me."

After a light snort.

The autumn-eyed woman, whose upper body was standing upside down, hugged her chest with both hands, "Then should I thank Mr. Zhao for finding me a sister?"

She praised.

"I, Xiaoxiao, and Qian'er, promise to listen to you from now on." Zhao Rong raised his hand and swore, nodding to emphasize: "If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If you tell me to go up to the sky, I will never go down to the ground. If you tell me to catch fish, I will never kill chickens..."

Zhao Rong focuses on the principle of "one center", adheres to the basic principle of "three orientations", and focuses on the concept of "seven improvements" to implement the family's younger brother policy...

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

"Well, it depends on the external affairs, but at home, you are the most important in family affairs."

Someone's eyes are sincere.

Zhao Lingfei waited for a while, and when she saw that he had nothing to say, she nodded and asked, "Oh, are you done?"

"Well, that's enough. Come on, it's cold outside. Let's go inside. It's warm in my room."

"Wait." She stopped Zhao Rong, raised her lips and smiled and asked, "So are we at home or outside now?"

Zhao Rong didn't even think about it and answered, "Home."

She crossed her arms across her chest, turned her pretty face away, and said lightly, "Oh, then I have the final say. Put me down quickly. I don't want to sleep with you tonight."

The Mountain King hesitated and said, "Then tomorrow night..."

"Not tomorrow night either."

"Then the night after..."

"In no mood."

"The big night..."

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

Zhao Rong was angry. Bullying the "honest husband" was right?

“Bang!”

"Hmm?"

Zhao Rong raised his hand and slapped the jade buttocks on his left shoulder.

There was a muffled female groan, and she seemed a little confused.

"Tell me again, do you want it or not?" Zhao Rong's expression and tone were ferocious.

"I don't want to." Zhao Lingfei shook her head.

“Pah!”

Another slap came directly on a certain perky part.

"Hmm!" Another muffled groan.

"Do you want to?" Zhao Rong continued to ask.

"I don't want to." Zhao Lingfei said stubbornly.

"Pa————!" Another crisp palm strike.

"Wuwu!!" This time the voice had a hint of tears.

This time, Zhao Rong tried to sound vicious, "Okay, say it again..."

Zhao Lingfei answered directly: "No, I don't want to."

Finally, he added, "Twice."

"..." Zhao Rong,

Before he could even think that his wife was very stubborn and difficult to deal with, a little girl next to him couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears.

She covered her right buttock with both hands, "Wuwuwu, Brother Rong'er, Miss, you two were quarreling, why did you spank me? You can't play it so shamelessly, wuwuwu..."

The daily activities for the Zhao family's master and mistress to relieve boredom in the future will really be just eating, taking a nap, and playing with Xiao Qian'er, right?

Xiao Qian'er had a crying face. She felt that she was bearing pressure that she shouldn't have to bear at this age.

“Ahem.”

Zhao Rong coughed and didn't say anything else, but he still reached out his hand embarrassedly and rubbed the little girl's butt on his left shoulder.

The girl's buttocks on the left shoulder are smaller, while those on the right shoulder are a circle larger.

They belong to the second wife and the first wife in the family respectively.

Zhao Rong only dared to beat the younger ones.

I still can’t bear to spank the big butt on my right shoulder, but I’m used to spanking the small butt on my left shoulder…