Ouyang Rong turned around when she heard this, her feet were small, her clear and full toes curled up because of tension, and her right foot was immersed in the soft and crystal sand, and a burst of sea water suddenly hit the ground, washing away all the sand on it, revealing the tender white skin that shook people's eyes.

"I, I'm also small, so it's quite coordinated, if I give birth to a big foot and look at it, it won't be pleasing to the eye."

Meng Qiao laughed dryly, a little dishonest under his feet, and hid his white and tender little feet in the sand.

"That's what Brother Meng said." Wei Ling couldn't help but smile.

This friend was the most special friend he had ever seen, even more special than a hero like Ouyang Rong.

"Brother Wei, who are you?" The woman smiled awkwardly, catching a glimpse of something familiar in her afterglow.

Not far behind Wei Ling, there were things to be used for barbecue, and Meng Qiao's eyes lit up when he saw it.

"Yesterday, I saw that Brother Meng liked to eat very much, and today I prepared some more."

There were hardly any people on the beach today, and Meng Qiao bit his lip and felt a little weird.

Although she had a full meal yesterday, for a refugee like her, eating once is not enough to satisfy her hunger.

"Thank you, Brother Wei." The woman whispered.

"Thank you, come on."

Meng Qiao glanced back at the tall and muscular man beside him, and saw that he didn't say anything, so he walked over slowly.

The fish were all prepared, as if Wei Ling had bought them from the fishermen.

The woman rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender white wrists, carefully skewered the fish, sprinkled with condiments and grilled it on a charcoal fire.

Although the condiments here are not complete, the delicious feeling makes you linger.

Meng Qiao secretly looked at the two men standing face to face, the waves were too big, and the waves were so big that they couldn't really hear what they were saying.

"Brother Meng, I'm also with you."

Wei Ling didn't know when she walked over, her steps were very light, and she didn't even notice it.

"Okay!" The woman raised her hand to wipe her sweat with her sleeve, and the grilled fish in her hand already emitted a mouth-watering fragrance.

Ouyang Rong always stood by the sea, the bright sun shone softly on the two of them, especially the weak body was even more feminine, and the whole body was plated with a golden aperture.

"Lord, you eat."

The deliberately lowered voice couldn't hide the immature feeling, a white flower arm suddenly stretched out, the man was stunned, looked down the arm, and met her sincere and clear eyes.

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand to take it, put it on his lips and bit it lightly.

"You're doing your duty today."

"I didn't come out for a long time, I got carried away with joy for a while, and I was drunk last night. How offended, don't be angry with me. The woman pursed her lips, pitiful.

Ouyang Rong didn't know why, his heart softened, and he suddenly felt so uncomfortable.

"This king also wants to bake one himself."

"Really? Let's go! Meng Qiao smiled happily, revealing his white teeth like braided shells, which seemed to be brighter and brighter than the scorching sun on the sea.

As soon as his arms tightened, the man shook.

The tender white hand grabbed his arm tightly, Ouyang Rong glanced down at her, but someone didn't know it, and still dragged him to run over there.

There was a scorching smell from the end of his nose, and Wei Ling came back to his senses.

Obviously, the two of them met first, when did Ouyang Rong become so familiar with him?

Although he wondered in his heart, he still hid the unhappiness in his heart. The three of them were talking and laughing and eating, and before they knew it, the ground was covered with a layer of bamboo skewers.

A strange feeling suddenly swept through her body, and the woman's bulging cheeks suddenly stopped and bit her shiny and tender little mouth.

The three of them sat in a row on the beach, Meng Qiao was itching all over, and when he scratched his back, he suddenly touched Ouyang Rong's arm.

"What's wrong with you?" The magnetic voice lingers in the ears, like a refreshing spring.

Meng Qiao lowered his eyes, closed his eyes, and tried his best to control his movements.

"It's okay, it's just a little itchy all over my body, it seems to be allergic, but I ate it yesterday and it's fine, I can eat it before." The words were full of forbearance, and with the movement of raising his hand, the snow-white wrist was exposed, and it was a large red patch.

"Allergies?" The two men spoke in unison.

Meng Qiao's face was covered with sweat and waved his hands again and again.

"I think I might have eaten the wrong thing." She didn't dare to eat the remaining fish skewers in her hand anymore, Meng Qiao hurriedly threw away the rest, and grabbed her body with her hands irritably.

"How is this good?" Wei Ling was in a hurry, threw away the unfinished meat skewers in his hand, and squatted in front of her, his eyes full of anxiety.

Meng Qiao quietly put on the pulse, but he didn't see anything.

"It's okay, maybe it'll be fine in a while, I'll drink some water." Meng Qiao got up unbearably, feeling that his body temperature had also risen.

The white and tender skin has been scratched red, which makes people feel very distressed.

"Bear with me, go to me."

Wei Ling was shocked by the word "I", and after a short period of surprise, he didn't dare to delay any longer.

"Good!" As soon as Meng Qiao's words fell, his arms were already held up by the two men beside him.

"I'm really fine." Meng Qiao smiled embarrassedly.

Sweat dripping, so I left her a hand to tickle!

The three of them soon arrived at Ouyang Rong's mansion, Meng Qiao didn't care a lot, and desperately poured down a pot of tea.

Tea is an antidote, and it may be able to relieve the itchy feeling on the body.

"Go and call the doctor." Ouyang Rong frowned, and said loudly to the housekeeper guarding the door.

The housekeeper was so frightened that he had never seen the prince so uncalm.

"No, no, no, I'm really better, it's okay." The woman wiped her mouth casually and immediately called the housekeeper.

Yadi, wouldn't it be self-defeating to find a doctor?

"Brother Meng, are you sure?" Wei Ling was nervous, and his eyes kept rolling on her.

Meng Qiao nodded, and Ouyang Rong would just give up.

"It's okay, it's better to take a bath, there is a lot of seawater on your body, it's better to wash it, maybe it can reduce the discomfort on your body."

"No, I'm not itchy at all. Go and wash it, you are covered with sand and the smell of charcoal. ”

Threesome, she must suffer!

Do you still have to take a bath together?

"Okay, you can rest first." Ouyang Rong hesitated for a moment, and finally set his eyes on Wei Ling.

It's nice to see her bright smile again!

Wei Ling breathed a long sigh of relief and nodded when he saw that she was okay.

The two of them left the room one after the other, and Meng Qiao finally put his heart back in his stomach.

Although it was better, it didn't reach the kind of Cheng dù she said.

The sky was getting dark, and the evening breeze was blowing outside, and the woman involuntarily walked out of the room, walking around anxiously in her heart.

I don't know how far I walked, Meng Qiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and the garden in front of him was steaming.

The thought of hot water stretched out a little ruddy mouth with a touch of greed.