At this moment, Zhuiyun suddenly shook the hair on his body and stood up.
It jumped to the ground lightly, looked at Baby Luo on the soft couch, and wagged its tail.
Baby Luo was so excited that he quickly crawled towards Zhuiyun.
As soon as she got closer, she stretched out her little hand to touch Zhuiyun's nose. Zhuiyun suddenly tilted his head and opened his mouth to grab the back collar of Baby Luo's clothes.
Then, he turned and walked towards the door of the house.
Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded. If anyone else saw this scene, they would probably be scared to death.
The wolf grabs the child.
However, she knew that Zhuiyun was measured and there was no way that the wolf's fangs could touch Baby Luo's flesh.
Moreover, a certain little kid caught in the wolf's mouth seemed to enjoy this kind of suspended treatment.
He was dancing with excitement and was still shouting.
Yang Ruoqing followed with black lines all over her head.
Zhuiyun directly sent Baby Luo back to Yang Ruoqing's room, put him gently on the bed, then turned around and ran out of the bedroom like a gust of wind, not letting Baby Luo see him leave.
Baby Luo started to search and make trouble. Yang Ruoqing closed the door and used all her skills to deal with this little guy.
After a lot of effort, I finally got her done, and I was sweating profusely.
"Hey, why are you sweating profusely in this dark night?"
Luo Fengtang came back. When he walked in and saw her standing there wiping sweat, he couldn't help but be surprised.
Yang Ruoqing gave him a resentful look: "It's no coincidence that you came back this time. I just went through a war."
"Huh?" He was startled for a moment, then became nervous.
His eyes were looking at her: "Who did you fight with? Are you injured? Let me take a look!"
Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She held his arm and turned her head to glance at the bulging quilt on the bed.
"Well, fighting her made me almost exhausted," she said.
Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief and looked away from the bed, falling on Yang Ruoqing again.
"What happened to you two when I turned my back? Tell me." He said.
Yang Ruoqing then told what happened to Baby Luo earlier.
"Lai is in Zhuiyun's house, unwilling to come back with me. You're not here, and I can't bear to be barbaric."
"Fortunately Zhuiyun sent her back, otherwise, she would probably still be fooling around right now!" she said.
"I don't know who this girl looks like. She's very stubborn. She's sure of something. She can't pull back ten cows. Alas!" She finally shook her head helplessly.
Luo Fengtang laughed.
"My daughter really has a personality." He said.
"Are you still proud of this?" she asked, raising her hand and gesturing with one finger: "It's just like this for a little while, and it will be more difficult to discipline him when he gets older."
Luo Fengtang raised his hand and held her fingers, wrapping his gentle eyes around her.
"This shows that my daughter has her own ideas and persistence, and is not the type to follow others' opinions and follow the crowd," he said.
"Besides, she is still young now, just one year old. She won't understand if you discipline her."
"When she gets older, she will naturally become sensible," he said.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "The bigger it is, the badder it is. This guy is unruly at first sight."
Luo Fengtang smiled again: "With a mother like you who is so cruel and cruel, I believe that no matter how unruly my daughter is, she is still a kind and good girl..."
"You said it wrong!" She interrupted him suddenly.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at her in confusion.
She raised the corners of her lips: "You missed a sentence, the original words should be like this..."
"With a mother like you, who is both sharp-tongued and heart-warming, and as beautiful as a flower...do you understand?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang nodded quickly: "I understand, understand!"
He leaned down and kissed the back of her tender hand.
She hadn't shaved in two days, and the stubble rubbed against the back of her hands.
Numbness, like electricity, coursed through her whole body, and her cheeks felt inexplicably hot.
He looked at her with burning eyes: "When it comes to disciplining my daughter, my wife, my husband will take good care of you. Come on!"
She rolled her eyes.
Flatterer!
"It's time to take a shower, you're talking so much nonsense!"
She scolded him and pushed him to the door of the shower room.
As he turned around, his wrist was suddenly caught by him.
He looked at the clothes she was wearing and said, "Daughter-in-law, let's wash them together."
She shook her head: "No!"
His smile suddenly turned a little evil, "You have to... do it!"
"ah!"
She let out a low cry, and the next moment he carried her sideways into the bathroom.
**,
At this time.
The sachet is secretly dissolved, and the Luo Shang is lightly divided.
The eyes are dark, and the eyes are full of eyes.
The sound of joy comes and the feeling of spring is strong.
So many romances, all of them are worth a song of Wushan drunkenness.
We enjoy the blooming flowers together, and we are sad when the flowers fall.
**A moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
…
After a long time, the clouds disappeared and the rain dispersed.
On the spacious and comfortable big bed, Luo Fengtang leaned against the bedside with a satisfied expression.
Strong and powerful arms gently held Yang Ruoqing in her arms.
"Tangyaozi, you go to your uncle's place tonight to talk about the Qingming Festival. How did your uncle arrange it?"
Yang Ruoqing lay down on her cousin's side, wrapping the straps of his clothes around her fingers, playing with them and asking questions.
Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes, looked at her gently, and said: "All other procedures are the same as in previous years, but the uncle said that he had a dream a few days ago."
"I dreamed that my father said that he was cold, the house was leaking, and the bed and quilt were all wet."
"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised and sat up straight.
"What does this dream mean?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang said: "My uncle said that maybe my father wanted us to help him pick out some soil from the grave and strengthen it."
"My father's grave was picked out during the Qingming Festival the year I joined the army. It's been almost three years now."
"Three years of wind and rain may have loosened the soil on the grave!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Although these things are very mysterious, I would rather believe them than not. Let's go and pick them tomorrow. It can be considered as doing our best for the ancestors."
Luo Fengtang smiled and nodded: "My Qing'er is so virtuous and a good wife of the old Luo family."
Yang Ruoqing stuck out her tongue.
"Really speaking, you are a descendant of the Qi family of the Daqi royal family, and I am still the royal wife, haha..." She teased with a smile.
Luo Fengtang smiled and shook his head.
"Don't say that my prince's real father is alive and dead, and his whereabouts are unknown."
"Even if he stood in front of me now, I would not recognize him." He said.
"Why?" she asked puzzledly.
The smile on Luo Fengtang's face faded, and his eyes were a little dark.
"Secondly, he has never come to see me or my mother for many years. For this reason, he is not a qualified husband or a qualified father!" he said.
"Perhaps, your prince's biological father may have some difficulties." Yang Ruoqing said.
Luo Fengtang sneered: "Unless he is under house arrest and his freedom is restricted. Otherwise, any other difficulties are not enough to offset what he owes my mother."
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