Glory to the ancestors

Seeing Yang Jinwu's enthusiasm, Rong Zhen threw the wine glass on the table over. Yang Jin took it with one hand, put it between his two fingers, turned around, and poured the wine into his mouth in a bent posture. .

While plucking the strings, Chu Xi looked at the two of them, pursing his lips and smiling.

After playing the song, Chu Xi walked back behind Rong Zhen and rubbed Rong Zhen's shoulder, "Is the father-in-law leaving tonight?"

Rong Zhen put his hand on Chu Xi's and patted it, "Osmanthus osmanthus just moved to a new house, so I may not be used to it, I have to go back and be with him."

The look in Chuxi's eyes gradually darkened, but there was still no displeasure in his tone, "Got it."

Seeing Chu Xi's reaction, Yang Jin shook her head, picked up her wine glass, and saluted Chu Xi, "Chu Xi, come here and drink with me."

"Go quickly," Rong Zhen took Chu Xi's hand off his body, and stretched it towards Yang Jin, "I heard that you offended the oiran of Chunyufang, and she will never see you again?"

Yang Jin sighed, "I really didn't expect her to be so fragile."

"The more people in the Fengyue field, the less sincere they are." Rong Zhen looked at him and shook his head, then turned to Chuxi, "Is it?"

Chu Xi was taken aback for a moment, his face was embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "What the Lord said is true."

Yang Jin snorted, thinking that Rong Zhen really cut the knife at other people's pain, he poured wine for Chuxi, "Come on, I can't accompany the oiran of Chunyufang, but it's okay to accompany Mr. Xi from Yingxuelou .”

Chu Xi raised his wine glass and accompanied Yang Jin.

Although Rong Zhen felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, he didn't care too much. Seeing the two of them drinking to their heart's content, he smiled and accompanied them.

Yang Jin enjoyed herself so much that she drank until the third watch.

Chu Xi couldn't hold on anymore, and fainted on the table.

He was light, and Rong Zhen picked him up without any effort, put him on the warm bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Chu Xi always likes to hold on to something when she falls asleep, so she keeps holding on to Rong Zhen's sleeve.

Yang Jin looked at Rong Zhen sitting beside Chu Xi in a daze, curious, "Rong Zhen, can you really not see how Chu Xi feels about you?"

"Why can't you see it?" Rong Zhen gently twisted his sleeve with his fingers, and got Chu Xi's fingers off, "But it's better for both of us not to say anything."

Yang Jin stood up unsteadily, muttering, "It's good for both of you...ha..."

He drank a lot, his walking was unsteady, and he fell down in front of the door after only two steps.

Rong Zhen stepped forward to support him, heaved a sigh of relief, regretting that he had allowed these two people to mess around just now.

He put Yang Jin's arm on his shoulders, thinking that it would be bad for him to let Yang Jin stay in Yingxue Tower, and he didn't know how to be disgusted by Yang Xian when he was sent to Yang's mansion, so he had to tell the servant, Prepare two sedan chairs and go to Rongguo Mansion.

When he arrived at the Rongguo Mansion, Rong Zhen immediately saw the sweet-scented osmanthus waiting outside the door.

Rong Zhen felt a little regretful if he knew that the reassigned person would come back and tell him first.

Osmanthus osmanthus was very worried when she saw Yang Jin being helped out of the sedan chair by the bearer, so she hurried over to help.

"He drank too much, let him stay for the night." Rong Zhen said to Mu Xi, "Is there a ready room?"

Osmanthus osmanthus shook her head, she had just recruited servants and hadn't spared time yet.

"Forget it, let him sleep in my room," Rong Zhen thought for a second, "I'll make a living with you."

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded ignorantly, and stood alone with Rong Zhen, put Yang Jin's shoulders on her shoulders, and dragged him into Rong Zhen's room anyway.

Rong Zhen asked Osmanthus osmanthus on the way, "Is everyone else asleep?"

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded and gestured with one hand, "I'm the only one waiting for you."

Seeing his proud little expression, Rong Zhen smiled, "You are the best."

Osmanthus osmanthus bowed her head in embarrassment when she heard him praise her so bluntly.

As soon as Yang Jin was put on the bed, Yang Jin suddenly threw a splash, and he held the sweet-scented osmanthus in his arms, "Hongling," Yang Jin said silently, "I was really wrong."

Osmanthus osmanthus rested her hand on Yang Jin's chest, looking at Rong Zhen in bewilderment.

Rong Zhen stepped forward, let go of Yang Jin's hand, squinted his eyes, "Which one is Hong Ling?"

Yang Jin didn't respond, she seemed to have fallen asleep.

Just as Rong Zhen was about to leave, Yang Jin grabbed his hand again, "Luluo!"

How many women does this kid usually provoke?

At this time, Osmanthus osmanthus had brought hot water from outside, soaked the cotton cloth, and gestured to Rong Zhen with her hand, "Wipe Mr. Yang, he must be very uncomfortable tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it, I'll do it." Rong Zhen didn't know if the drunk Yang Jin would take advantage of the osmanthus, and immediately took the osmanthus away. She wiped Yang Jin's face.

Maybe it was because of Jiu Jin, there was a thin layer of sweat on Yang Jin's body, Rong Zhen patiently undressed him, he was so careful when he was taking care of the sweet-scented osmanthus before.

Yang Jin twisted her body following his movements, with a strange sound coming out of her mouth, Rong Zhen didn't even bother to think about the dirty things in Yang Jin's mind now.

After finally taking off Yang Jin's outer shirt, the boy acted like a demon again.

Yang Jin held the clothes on Rong Zhen's chest with one hand, rubbing and rubbing on Rong Zhen's chest.

Rong Zhen rolled his eyes, thinking that it's a good thing the osmanthus didn't stay by this rascal's side.

Although Rong Zhen had no interest in Yang Jin, he was a vigorous young man, so he got a little angry when he was teased like this, so he clamped Yang Jin's wrist and put it on the bedside, "Be honest, I'll finish wiping it for you." It's over."

"Yeah." Yang Jin answered honestly, but his feet moved unsteadily again, he lifted up, and kicked Rong Zhen's waist without any seriousness.

Rong Zhen backed away for a while, but was still rubbed and still hurt. He didn't want to argue with the drunk, so he let go of Yang Jin's hand and rubbed his waist.

Who knew that this left a chance for Yang Jin, just as Rong Zhen bent down, Yang Jin suddenly rushed over from the bed, pressing Rong Zhen under him in a strange posture.

Rong Zhen couldn't take it any longer and yelled, "Are you crazy!?"

Yang Jin didn't respond at all, she pouted and gave Rong Zhen a sip on the cheek, making a loud "boo" sound, and smacked her lips after she finished, "Why does your face powder, Linglong, have no taste?"

Rong Zhen was in a hurry, and he didn't care about Yang Jin's reaction anymore. He took Yang Jin's clothes off three times and five times, and wiped Yang Jin's whole body with a cotton cloth very quickly, just like brushing a horse. Wrap Yang Jin tightly with a quilt, making him unable to move anymore.

When he finished this set, it was already daylight, and he couldn't bear to disturb the sweet-scented osmanthus, so he sighed, took out a quilt from the cabinet, and spread it on the floor, which was regarded as a temporary bed.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Yang Jin on the bed opened them again.

But this time he didn't mess around again, but lightly touched his lips with his fingers.

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The computer crashed today, luckily I caught up with it tomorrow, if it’s not fixed tomorrow, I’ll make it up on Monday