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Chapter 337 Jun is sick (51)

Rong Huang was sitting in the carriage, holding the candied fruit box, peeking at Qi Cong from time to time.

The wheels of the carriage were turning and heading towards the palace.

"Qi Cong?" the little girl called softly.

Qi Cong turned the pages of the book without changing his face, without raising his eyes, his expression was indifferent.

Rong Huang withdrew her hand, looking rather like a tyrant.

From getting on the carriage to now, Qi Cong ignored her, no matter what she said, his attention was always on the book.

Rong Huang stuffed a handful of candied fruit into her mouth angrily, she couldn't believe that a small book could be more attractive than a big beauty like her? !

Evil is born to the gall.

Rong Huang moved her buttocks and moved closer to Qi Cong.

Rong Huang snatched the book from Qi Cong's hand, quickly pressed it under her buttocks, then raised her chin to look at Qi Cong, "You haven't talked to your cutie for a quarter of an hour, be careful of her making trouble."

Qi Cong still maintains the previous posture of holding the book, his slender fingers are bent, which is very attractive.

Qi Cong raised his eyes, the amber pupils were neither happy nor sad.

Obviously there was no sunlight in the carriage, but Rong Huang seemed to see fragments of light in his eyes.

Men are seductive.

Rong Huang swallowed quietly.

Why is Feng Bing Bing so beautiful?
Rong Huang secretly gritted her teeth for her disappointment, her two slender legs dangled in dissatisfaction, her voice suddenly raised, "Don't think I won't be angry if you look good!"

I was terrified when I got angry.

Qi Cong picked up the sandalwood beads on the low table, moved his fingers lightly, and clasped the beads one by one.

The clicking sound made Rong Huang's scalp tingle.

Feng Bingbing is sick again, right?

When approaching the gate of the palace, Qi Cong said in a deep voice, "Did you have fun?"

Rong Huang groaned and grabbed Mao Mao on the cushion, "I'm still angry, don't talk to me."

Qi Cong continued to ask, as if he didn't hear it, "What do you want for dinner?"

Rong Huang immediately announced the names of several dishes.

The corners of Qi Cong's lips moved slightly, and an inconspicuous smile appeared, "Are you still angry?"

Rong Huang bit her hand and mumbled in a low voice, "Who told you to ignore me, is the book prettier than mine?"

Of course Qi Cong heard the little girl's muttering, his eyes moved slightly, and then with a hook with his long arm, he hooked the little girl in front of him.

Qi Cong pinched Rong Huang's soft chin, and seemed to feel that it felt good, so he pinched it a few more times.

Rong Huang: "." This king is not a piece of dough, why are you pinching me?

"Of course you are the prettiest." Qi Cong's eyes were serious, staring at the little girl's wet almond eyes, his heart was a little soft, but his expression was still indifferent, "I'm worried that you will be caught by those malicious people when you go out of the palace alone. take away."

Rong Huang groaned lightly, and gently rubbed against Qi Cong's calf with her two slender legs, "No way, I'm the best."

Although the clothes worn in winter were thicker than those in summer, Qi Cong still felt the numbness from the little girl's rubbing.

Qi Cong's eyes suddenly sank, and there was something deep inside.

Rong Huang noticed the change in Qi Cong's eyes, felt a thump in his heart, and twisted his waist to get off Qi Cong's lap.

But Qi Cong grabbed his slender waist with one hand, and said hoarsely, "Don't move."

Rong Huang suddenly felt something, and stared at Qi Cong with rounded eyes, with an incredulous expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" Qi Cong kissed the little girl, his tone loosened a lot, and his breath was scorching.

Rong Huang remained motionless during the live performance, and stammered, "You rascal!"

(End of this chapter)