After the Divorce, I Was Entangled By the Sick and Charming Fifth Master

  Chapter 229 Boa

  Xiao Baihua is a bit disgusted with her father's IQ now.

  It hugged the ball and shrank in the corner.

   It can't let mom see the ball.

  He can't let his mother rob him of his little ball of friendship.

  …

   At night, the man took the big cat to the bathroom and closed it.

  Xiao Baihua raised her head blankly and looked at the door of the bathroom.

  Although the bathroom is not small, it has 30 square meters, which is enough to build it. But why did Dad lock it up?

   After Xiao Baihua walked around the bathroom several times, she lay pitifully on the door of the bathroom.

  The light went out.

  Moonlight shone in a little bit through the gap in the curtains.

  Rong Fifth Master slept on the big bed in the room, and Nanhuang slept on the newly placed small bed.

   are far apart.

  The man posed in a large font on the bed.

   This bed is so big, so big.

  3 meters long, 3 meters wide bed. Not enough for two people to sleep?

  Why did she sleep over there?

  The man turned over several times, and slowly closed his eyes.

  Night, 12 o'clock.

  The man hugged himself tightly, trembling slightly, layers of frost gradually condensed, and his eyebrows, eyelashes, and corners of his lips slowly condensed into a layer of white.

  He tossed and turned, shaking more and more.

   Nanhuang woke up from her sleep, she sat up in a white nightgown, seeing Rong Feng's unsteady appearance, she got up gently, put on her slippers, and walked lightly to his side.

  Cold punishment happened again.

  This kind of cold is too hurtful. It will invade his internal organs and make his already bad stomach worse.

  Nanhuang reached out and held his hand. Starting from the palm of his hand, layers of frost gradually faded away.

  The man gradually stabilized.

  At this time, like a silkworm baby, he subconsciously leaned towards Nanhuang.

  His arms wrapped around her slender waist, but he still didn't think it was enough, so he pulled her onto the bed with strength.

  The man put his arms around the soft woman in his arms, with a smile on his lips.

  The woman who was forced to lean against his chest looked up at his face.

  Under the moonlight and in the darkness of night, the man's face has clear lines and deep contours, which is really good-looking.

  But she appreciates it flawlessly, she can see that the man is actually awake.

  She pushed him away, turned around, and fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

  The woman's departure made the man startled. He turned around and rolled up the quilt.

  If she wants to cover the quilt, she has to get close to him so that he can hug her.

  However, Nanhuang, who was already naked and without a quilt, still stayed motionless on the edge of the bed. She slightly hugged her arm and curled up gently.

  The man waited for a long time without any movement, and felt sorry for her coldness, so he had no choice but to admit defeat.

  He slowly moved over and covered her with the quilt.

   "Nanhuang, are you angry with me?" the man asked.

   "Is it because I pushed you when you hurt your foot, so you are angry?"

  The man gently pushed her, and whispered: "I admit my mistake, can I?"

   "I've been distressed for a long time, and I regret it. Don't be angry with me. Okay?"

  Nanhuang remained indifferent.

   Seeing that nothing worked, the man had to lie behind her, look at her back, and look at her soft neck line.

  He arched forward, put his head on the back of her neck, felt her breath, and fell asleep.

  Master Rong Wu was so arrogant to Nanhuang before, but now he is so careful.

   Nanhuang finished cooking the noodles and boiled the medicine, and put them in front of him angrily. After he looked up at her carefully, he didn't dare to ask her to feed him anymore, so he picked up the noodles and ate them.

  Nanhuang's craftsmanship is quite different from before. Even the light noodles are cooked very smooth and delicious. He has a bad stomach, Nanhuang controlled the amount and didn't make him full, otherwise he could eat several bowls.

  When dealing with Yang Bo's company business, sometimes when it comes to the business of the Qilin chaebol, after the arrangement, they will carefully look at Nanhuang's face, lest she will be displeased in the slightest.

   After a whole day, at night, Fifth Master Rong couldn't bear Nanhuang's freezing three feet.

  He took the initiative again: "Bao'er, don't be angry."

   "Whatever is wrong is my fault, don't be angry, talk to me, huh?"

  Little Baihua lay on the side and opened her mouth. What are mom and dad talking about? So quietly.

  Nanhuang put down the information in his hand with a cold face, and then said: "Now you know that you are wrong?"

  The man saw that she finally spoke, and let out a sigh of relief. "It won't happen in the future. I will never disbelieve you again. Okay?"

   Nanhuang stared straight at him, the way Master Rong looked at her, did he guess wrong?

  Nanhuang asked: "Is the taste of the cold war uncomfortable?"

  The man understood what she was doing all this time. He nodded.

   "Will there be a cold war in the future?" Nanhuang asked again.

  The man looked at her blankly, grabbed her hand, and patted his face. "Bao'er, if I make you angry, you can beat me, but you can't fight coldly."

   "..."

  She did this just to let him know that the cold war is something that makes the other party uncomfortable. Seeing that the goal was almost achieved, Nanhuang asked hesitantly: "Feng, have you had any other girls in the past three years? I mean, do you still plan to be with me?"

Fifth Master Rong stared at her and gave her a very affirmative answer: "No. From the beginning to the end, I belong to you physically and mentally. In this life, I can do nothing but you. Even if you are mad at me, I just want to be with you." You pester. Huh?"

   Nanhuang raised her eyes and stared at his dark and deep eyes. There was a trace of sweet joy in my heart.

   She lightly tiptoed and kissed his lips lightly.

  The man clasped her neck and sucked deeply.

  Three years, three years.

   She finally came back.

  The little white flower on the side felt that the atmosphere between mom and dad had improved, so it wagged its tail and rubbed against the two of them.

  …

  In the children's room in the castle.

  Xiao Jin and Mimi are talking.

  Mimi danced and danced: "Brother, Ma Ma, find Ma Ma."

  Xiao Jin asked: "Mimi, do you want to mama?"

   Mimi nodded. "Mimi, Ma Ma, Jue Jue."

  Xiao Jin shook his head: "Yang Yang, don't let me go."

   Mimi pursed her mouth in grievance, her eyes were watery, and she looked like she was about to cry again.

  Xiao Jin hurriedly pulled her, and patted her lightly: "Brother, think of a way."

  Xiao Jin was quick-witted, and he ran up to Mama Yang with small steps, clutching his belly, as if he was about to cry: "Yang Yang, my belly hurts."

   Yang's mother became anxious when she saw it: "Oh, Master Xiao Jin, what's wrong with you?"

   "Tummy ache, belly ache."

  Xiao Jin winked at Mimi while acting, and Mimi was also very clever, so she took the opportunity to walk out of the room with small steps.

  She ran hard, and she was a little tired from running, panting.

   At this moment, a huge shadow shrouded Mimi's head.

  Mimi raised her head, her eyes lit up, she looked at the big tiger whose ears were shaking slightly, opened her arms and smiled broadly. "Big cat cat."

  (end of this chapter)