She couldn't resist this feeling.
Suddenly, my face turned red, my ears flushed, and I felt panicked, and my whole body felt like I was floating in the clouds.
Seeing how shy she was to the point of death, especially every time she was shy, her eyes seemed to be rippling with spring water.
He could also see his heart fluttering.
If she hadn't still been holding a child in her arms at this moment, if it hadn't been for the clear sky and daylight, if it hadn't been for the fact that her menstruation hadn't passed yet...
He really wants to love her!
The ambiguous atmosphere was interrupted by Luo Baobao's unhappy snort.
"Why is my daughter unhappy? Where can I recruit her?"
Yang Ruoqing quickly used this to change the topic.
Luo Fengtang said: "She is probably jealous because we are good friends."
He smiled and continued: "Didn't you say that my daughter was my father's little lover in his previous life? Hehe..."
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him: "What? Are you taking it seriously? Are you still thinking about hugging me?"
"Okay, then I will find some concubines for you to serve you another day!"
"No, no, no, no..." Luo Fengtang quickly changed his words.
"Wife, I already have you, Qing'er."
"Lover, I only want one baby Luo for me."
"With you two, I, Luo Fengtang, am more than enough!"
After saying this, he lifted Baby Luo above his head.
"Come on, my daughter, daddy will play the game of climbing uphill with you!"
…
In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing also put on an apron and followed Sun and others to prepare the afternoon chrysanthemum cake and meals.
In the yard outside the kitchen, Luo Fengtang and Luo Baobao were playing there, laughing and laughing.
In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing glanced at the two of them from the small window from time to time.
Sun and the others are also paying attention.
Sun couldn't help but sigh: "There are really not many men in the world who can love their daughters so much."
“I saw the men in the village working in the fields when they were busy, and then eating, drinking, and sleeping when they got home.”
"When I have free time, I would rather hang out with others and talk about things than hold my children at home."
"Unless the baby is a boy, I only hug her a few times. I almost never see a boy hug me like this. We, Tang Yazi, are really good!"
Hearing Sun's heartfelt praise, everyone else in the room nodded in agreement.
Wang Cuilian said: "I think the third child loves Qing'er very much, and the fifth child also loves Mianmian!"
Sun said: "Well, their brothers also love their daughter, but I don't think they can reach the level of Tang Yazi."
"Why do you say that?" Wang Cuilian said, "All fathers have the same heart!"
Sun smiled and shook his head: "The heart of a father is the same, but people's personalities are different, and their careers are different."
"When Qing'er was young, the third child was busy and he was the main laborer in the family's farm work. When I got home, my bones were all exhausted and I couldn't bear to let him hold the child."
"Furthermore, he was young at that time and was too embarrassed to hold the child. The most he could do was pick up the child for me when he stayed in the house, so that I could free up my hands to make the bed or something."
"If you look at Tang Yazi again, no matter how many people there are, whether there are people in front or behind, the baby is almost always in his hands."
"A man who loves his children, especially his daughter, like this is the most family-oriented man!"
Listening to what the women said to each other, they were praising Luo Fengtang.
Yang Ruoqing, who was cutting vegetables, was also filled with happiness.
My vision is accurate.
My own persistence is worth it. Such a man deserves to grow old together.
She couldn't help but look up into the yard again. The warm autumn sun was just right, and the scene between the father and daughter was so harmonious and beautiful.
There was constant laughter.
The only flaw in this is Chen'er...
Is it a trick of fate? Or is it a trick of fate?
Chen'er, where are you?
No matter where you live in this world, I just hope that God can bless my Chen'er and let him meet someone who treats him sincerely!
I wonder if God is listening to Yang Ruoqing's wish.
But at this time, something was happening on an island thousands of miles away in the East China Sea.
In the spacious and elegant study room, the two guards were dumbfounded.
Guard A: "This is the prince's favorite calligraphy and painting. It took a lot of effort to collect it. Why did you pour water on it?"
Guard B wanted to cry but had no tears.
Looking at the little boy who was several months old in his arms, he said, "You don't dare to splash water on this famous calligraphy and painting even if you give me a hundred courages. It's this little guy. He hangs it here with a groan." The calligraphy and painting arch.”
"I guessed that he wanted to see the white crane on the calligraphy and painting, so I carried him over."
"How did you know that this little guy suddenly peed and ejaculated onto the calligraphy and painting? It's none of my business..."
When Guard A heard this, he was also dumbfounded.
The two of them stared at the little boy held in the arms of Guard B.
The little boy looked lazy, unaware that he had made a mistake, and even yawned.
"What should I do? The master will be here soon, how can I explain?" Guard B asked again.
Guard A also had a look of confusion and fear on his face: "Last time someone was cleaning the study and accidentally knocked off a corner of one of the master's snuff bottles."
"The master fined him twenty boards,"
"This time it's a calligraphy and painting by a famous artist, the master's favorite one."
"Let's tell the truth, this kid is the initiator!"
Soon, a tall and burly middle-aged man entered the study.
The man saw the traces on the calligraphy and painting at a glance, and an angry look suddenly appeared on his bearded face.
"what's the situation?"
He shouted to the two guards on the side.
The two guards trembled in fear and quickly knelt on the ground.
Guard B pointed at the little boy who was lying on the ground and crawling around with his butt sticking out, and told him everything.
After saying that, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to bear the master's stern gaze.
Both guards were mentally prepared to withstand the violent storm.
However, the expected heavy rain did not come.
They were stunned for a moment, exchanged glances secretly, and quietly raised their heads to glance over there.
I saw the master smiling happily, with a proud look on his face.
"Bad boy, this peeing is so exciting, haha..."
He smiled and teased the little boy in his arms.
The perpetrator, however, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with his big innocent eyes.
He stretched out his chubby little hand and pulled the beard on his face.
"Oh, don't pull off your beard. If you pull it off, grandpa will be cold in the winter! Hahaha..."
The little man in his arms couldn't understand what the middle-aged man said. He only found it interesting.
The chubby hand pulled at his beard, causing the middle-aged man's muscles in his face to twitch in pain.
The little man giggled happily, and the middle-aged man also laughed too, his eyes and brows filled with affection.
The two guards were stunned.
Invariably, they were guessing in their hearts, whose family the child the master brought back belonged to?
Such a big reputation must have something to do with the master, and it has a big relationship!
