This is afraid that his wife is too good-looking, and he is afraid that others will worry about it. The Shengxuemen disciples exchanged a small look with each other.

Lou Qinglin walked out of Buzhuang with Feng Rong, who was dressed in red, and went to Xianwei Restaurant. Before he had taken a few steps, the crowd of black crushed people came up.

"The master of the building, you are out of the customs!"

"The red dress of the owner of the building is so beautiful."

"Who is this?"

"Hello." Feng Rong, who was wearing a veil, greeted with a smile and a little shy.

"We're going to eat."

"The masters of the door haven't eaten yet."

"Then go eat, don't go hungry." The people gave way to Lou Qinglin and them.

"It's right to wear a veil, Brother Lou."

"Huh?"

"There are so many people, shame."

"Shy?"

Lou Qinglin lifted the corner of the veil and looked at Feng Rong's blushing face with a smile.

Feng Rong ran forward with a smile, and the owner of the building slowly chased after him.

"Don't envy mandarin ducks, don't envy immortals."

"Heaven made a natural pair."

"This must be Prince Rongrong."

"A good match."

People watched the backs of the two chasing.

"Prince Rongrong has the name of the owner of the building on his clothes."

"The back of Prince Rongrong is somewhat similar to the owner of the building."

"The first person to wear white clothes with the same temperament as the owner of the building."

Lou Qinglin led Fengrong to the Xianwei Restaurant. Along the way, I don't know how many people have been baptized by the gaze of many people.

Lou Qinglin took Feng Rong into the private room, and Feng Rong was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, looking east and west. This touch, that touch.

"It's so big here!" "The food tastes so good." Feng Rong obediently ate the pine nut oil cake given by Lou Qinglin.

"We're hungry, aren't we?" "I'm hungry." Feng Rong patted his stomach. "Then let's eat."

The disciples of Shengxue Sect did not stay or sit quietly on the chair, looking at their own master and the Rong Rong son who was suspected of being the wife of the door master.

"Little two à la carte." "The owner of the building and the prince of Rongrong want to eat something." "There are 10 meat dishes and 10 signature dishes of the restaurant, and there are more flower teas and dim sum." "Okay, the owner of the building, Prince Rongrong is so thin and much thinner, do you want to make up for the soup and medicinal food." "Okay." The owner of the building looked at the thin Feng Rong and felt distressed. Feng Rong is playing with the snow group.

The Shengxuemen disciple who looked at the landlord and Rongrong Gongzi throughout the whole process was communicating with his heart.

"Ten each? I am hungry. "We're so much here."

"Brother, let's go out and eat beef noodles." "The owner didn't let us go." The disciples of Bala Bala Shengxue Sect said useless nonsense in a very powerful voice.

"You guys." Lou Qinglin knocked on the table. "What's wrong, Door Master." The disciples who were very attentive to talking nonsense didn't hear what the sect master said at all.

"Rong Rong is talking to you." "Ah, I'm sorry Rong Rong Gongzi." "What are you talking about, Gongzi Rongrong?"

"I said, why don't you eat a snack and sit motionless in your chair." Feng Rong blinked wide-eyed. "We're chatting about Honorable Prince." "Chat? None of you spoke" "Rongrong, their brains are not very good. Lou Qinglin leaked a sad expression. In this case, then you guys hurry up and eat a snack. "Do you eat?" Lou Qinglin looked at them.

"Door master, we still have to leave beforehand." "Let's eat and leave." Feng Rong looked at them. “。。。。。” The disciples will weep roughly. Who should I listen to when the master of the door and the son of Rong Rong speak?

"yes, eat." Lou Qinglin looked at Feng Rong and smiled.

"It's served, the doorman." Exquisite dishes are served.

"Rongrong wants to drink soup?" "Drink some soup to replenish your body." Lou Qinglin took the soup spoon and gave Feng Rongsheng soup. The disciples of Shengxuemen opened the mass mode of eating meat and eating. Fengrong turns on the windswept cloud mode. Lou Qinglin turned on the mode of picking fish, bones, peeling shrimp and deboning. Gradually, the disciples of Shengxuemen closed the eating mode and quietly made a crowd, because Rong Rong Gongzi was so good at eating. Lou Qinglin was immersed in Rongrong's thinness and the distress of not being able to eat enough.

"Brother Lou, you can eat too." Feng Rong picked up a piece of braised pork and sent it to Lou Qinglin's mouth.

"Ahh Lou Qinglin tasted the delicious food in the world and ate it generally.

Lou Qinglin and Feng Rong fed each other and couldn't stop.

The disciples of the Shengxue Sect quietly chatted and talked nonsense.

"You say, Rong Rong Gongzi is thinner than the door master, why does the door master usually hate greasy and Rong Rong Gongzi can eat a roast chicken?" "One thing comes to mind." "Say." "Whose son is Rong Rong?" "Are you stupid! Didn't you see the dilapidated house where Prince Rong Rong lived! "Ahh "Young Master Rong Rong ate the last dish." "I'm done with the beef pie." "Big brother, we have money in the door." The Shengxuemen disciple looked at one of the account rooms. "Rich." "That's good." "What's wrong?" "The lady of the door master is too good to eat." "It's a blessing to be able to eat!" "Wangfu." The disciples of the Katsuyuki Sect smiled in confusion.

"Is Rongrong full?" Lou Qinglin looked at Feng Rong. "Well fed, Brother Lou." Feng Rong patted his stomach. Lou Qinglin also stretched out her hand and patted Feng Rong's soft belly. Feng Rong smirked. "Then let's wander around the streets to eliminate food, and then we'll go back to Shengxuemen."

"Okay." "Hmm." Lou Qinglin snickered.

"Back to the door!" Katsuyukimon's stomach was surprised.

"That's not right, Brother Lou~" "What's wrong Rongrong?" "Back to the Snow Gate?" "Yes, go back to my house." "Didn't I help you build your house, and Rongrong can't live there." "Yes, Brother Lou." "Well, let's go." Lou Qinglin took Feng Rong's hand downstairs. At this moment, the disciples of Shengxuemen are building houses with great anger. Ah Fu, who was waiting for dinner after cleaning the toilet in the Shengxue Gate, found that there was no one in the door, only himself.

"You guys go back to the door." Lou Qinglin finally couldn't help but drive these light bulbs away.

"Let's take the snow white and the snow ball back." "Yes, Master."

Ah Fu was about to starve to death in a one-person door, but he didn't know that the master of the door was shopping with Fengrong, and the disciples were eating and had forgotten him.

Lou Qinglin took Fengrong's little hand and wandered around the street.

"Shy again?" Lou Qinglin looked at Feng Rong wearing a veil.

"Well, people are so ashamed." "We'll go home after buying you food." "Okay." "Tired or not." "I'm a little tired." Lou Qinglin bent over and pointed to his back. "Come up." "Brother Lou~" "I'm carrying Rongrong, come up quickly." "yes, okay." Feng Rong gently lay on Lou Qinglin's back, and Lou Qinglin carried Feng Rong on his back.

"Wow, who's the owner of the building carrying on his back?"

"It's Prince Rongrong, right?" "The Lady of the Gatekeeper?" "I'm so happy."

"The back of the veiled child's clothes is the name of the owner of the building!" People looked at Lou Qinglin and whispered onlookers.

The disciples of Katsuyukimon are repairing the house. They finally went home and saw Ah Fu squatting at the door.

"I think I forgot something?" "I forgot about you kid."

"What are you all doing?" "It's a long story, Ah Fu."

"Ah Fu?" "Are you going to invite me to dinner?" "Ah Fu, do you think too much?" "I'm asking you to boil the bath water, make the bed, and the doorkeeper's leg is injured, and prepare the gauze for gold sore medicine." “。。。。” Ah Fu didn't want to talk anymore.

"By the way, Ah Fu?" "What's wrong?" "Prepare a room."

"Brother Lou, where are we going?" "Buy something delicious for Rongrong." Lou Qinglin turned his head to look at Feng Rong. Lou Qinglin carried Feng Rong on her back and weighed that she was too thin, light and fluttering, and she wanted to eat more. Lou Qinglin first bought a frame, and then bought a few packs of candied braised beef jerky sauce beef honey shortbread and so on. Lou Qinglin bought a big basket.

"Rongrong still wants to eat... Lou Qinglin looked at Feng Rong, who was asleep on his back, smiled and flown back to Shengxue Gate with light skills.

"The master of the door is back." The disciples of Shengxuemen and Ah Fu looked at Lou Qinglin who was carrying people on his back.

"Hmm." Feng Rong moved. "Be quiet." Lou Qinglin frowned and turned around to go back to the room.