Wen Laiqiang clenched his fists, and Aunt Osmanthus screamed in pain, which made his inferiority, self-pity and pride, which was even higher than that of ordinary people, rise to the extreme.

What was originally scrupulous, fearful suddenly became insignificant.

The tyranny that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time was stirring in the muscles and blood of his whole body.

He raised his hand......

"Bang..."

Wen Laiqiang was heavily pressed to the ground by his backhand, and before he could even speak, he was quickly dragged away.

"You, you are ......" Wen Xiaomei's pupils constricted, and before the voice of the call came out, she quickly disappeared in front of Yuan Lang along with Aunt Osmanthus.

The moment Wen Laiqiang was dragged away, there was fear in his eyes, the characteristics of these people......

He'd seen it before.

It was the chief's personal guard.

That man, who was higher than he had imagined.

He regretted it... This leads to these things happening.

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Yuan Lang looked at everything that happened suddenly in silence, and there was not even a ripple in his heart.

Behind her, at some point, a man stood against her back.

A long trench coat, a black turtleneck, and a snowy face, he is completely ascetic.

The temperature on the back belonging to another person was so hot that even Yuan Lang's heart was about to burn.

Yuan Lang moved uncomfortably and moved a little bit to the side.

"Why are you here again?"

Yuan Lang's words seemed to make the person behind him feel slightly unhappy, he followed Yuan Lang's movements, turned his head sideways, looked for Yuan Lang's shoulder, leaned over, put his chin on Yuan Lang's shoulder, and pressed his body forward tighter.

The posture of the two necks is particularly intimate.

As Rong Zheng spoke, all the warm breath sprayed on Yuan Lang's cheeks, making her face hot with her heart.

"What, aren't you happy to see me?"

But in an instant, Rong Zheng became happy again, "I heard it just now, you are saying... Your husband..."Rong Zheng deliberately accentuated the word husband.

With a warm and charming smile, he said, "I'm very happy... Hopefully you'll keep it that way. ”

Yuan Lang's face burned even more, as if it was about to be cooked.

I didn't expect that what I said just now would be heard by Rong Zheng.

Yuan Lang tried his best to maintain his calm appearance, and asked slowly, "When did you get here?"

Rong Zheng smiled, but was silent.

He'd been here for a while, and he was waiting downstairs before the mother and daughter had even appeared.

It's just that he didn't expect that his decision to wait a while to appear again would make him hear such an unexpected joy.

When he heard Yuan Lang say the sentence "I have a husband", he was very happy...

He was keenly aware that the woman in front of him was not even clear to her, and he had successfully sneaked into her heart.

Rong Zheng felt that his heart was beating very fast and excited, and the kind of joy that could not be expressed was like a luxurious flower slowly blooming in the depths of his withered heart.

In his gray and obscure world, a trace of color was finally injected.

"Let's go upstairs..."

Rong Zheng lightly hugged Yuan Lang's shoulders and walked upstairs.

Yuan Lang, who was stunned, forgot to resist, and in an intimate gesture, let Rong Zheng go upstairs with half his arms in his arms, and returned home, but he didn't react.

This time, Rong Zheng was familiar with the way, and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

By the time Yuan Lang came back to his senses, Rong Zheng was already wearing home clothes and was busy in the kitchen.

How can there be his clothes here?

With a suspicious face, Yuan Lang was shocked to find that after entering the bedroom.

Her wardrobe and shoe closet are half occupied by men's belongings.

In the closet, Yuan Lang's clothes and coats were well sorted out and pushed aside. The clothes placed close to her belong to Rong Zheng.

From the inside, she also saw the coat and jacket that she bought and was forcibly worn by Rong Zheng.

In the shoe closet too...

When and why his stuff is here.

Yuan Lang's whole person was confused, and when he looked carefully, he found that the whole house was filled with Rong Zheng's breath.

New toothbrushes on the sink, new towels.

Men's scarves on hangers, gloves.

On the shoe rack at the door, extra wool slippers.

"Rong Zheng... You..."

Yuan Lang felt that his territory was offended, and he was in a particularly bad mood.

With an angry face, he shouted at the figure in the kitchen.

"Shhhhhhhh

Yuan Lang suddenly let go of that anger, and cautiously glanced in the direction of the little babies, for fear that his voice just now would be loud and wake up the babies.

Now the bigger the little babies are, the more difficult it is to carry, and I don't know when, these little devils are actually infected with getting up.

People are not big, but their temper is not small.

As long as you don't wake up and are woken up, that cry can definitely shake the whole building.

This is nothing, the beauty of the maltose triplets is immediately revealed at this time.

One cried, the second, and the third definitely followed.

As long as they cry, Yuan Lang is really going to collapse, and it is not good to coax it.

Yuan Lang's anger just now was vented, and it was a little difficult to mention it again.

"Eat it hot..."

Without waiting for Yuan Lang to raise his anger again, a bowl of green and snow-white noodles was placed in front of Yuan Lang by Rong Zheng.

The celadon bowl is lined with a pair of slender hands that look particularly good.

Yuan Lang's attention was instead attracted by Rong Zheng's hand.

Rong Zheng's eyes quickly flashed with a deep light.

Then, Rong Zheng rolled up his sleeves, and the good-looking hands dangled in front of Yuan Lang, intentionally or unintentionally.

Either serve her a cup of hot tea or serve her a fried poached egg on the noodles.

Yuan Lang has never found that he has such a habit that cannot be said to be a disadvantage or an advantage.

Hand fetish...

She only felt that the pair of hands dangling in front of her was particularly pleasing to the eye.

The noodles made by Rong Zheng are roasted with poached eggs, to be honest, they are really not delicious.

The noodles are boiled in water with a little salt, and the taste is bland.

The poached eggs have been fried for too long, and one side of the egg is almost charred. It also has a slightly bitter taste.

It's just that with these beautiful hands in the prosperous world, Yuan Lang actually ate more than half of it.

For the rest, I really can't hold my stomach anymore.

Rong Zheng took it over indifferently and swallowed it in two or three bites.

Well, it seems to taste a little bad...

However, remembering that Yuan Lang had eaten more than half of it just now, a smile flowed in Rong Zheng's eyes, and then spread to the corners of his eyes.

He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

Yuan Lang later realized that he had eaten the noodles and poached eggs that Rong Da had burned for him.

It is estimated that she is the first person ever in the country.

Yuan Lang turned his head in a complicated way, looking at the people who were facing away from him in the kitchen, looking at the back, they were all full of pleasure, and they were meticulously in... Washing dishes...