Yang Yongjin smiled and said: "Looking at your serious look, Qing'er, why should I take it for granted? This matter is not simple? I will go to the backyard and tell the cook later that I will make meat and bone soup tomorrow morning.

"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Okay, then I'll go there first!"

Back in her room, Yang Ruoqing found that Luo Fengtang had already taken a shower, but did not go to bed. Instead, he was sitting by the bed, wiping the long sword in his hand.

The white clothes were worn loosely on her body, and her chest was opened a little, revealing a hint of wheat-colored skin.

His dark hair flowed down after bathing, and a few long strands of bangs hung beside his graceful side face.

From her point of view, the curves of his facial features were so smooth and three-dimensional. The orange light beside the bed shrouded his shoulders. The coldness during the day faded away. At this moment, he was a little softer and a little lazy.

Looking at the beauty, Yang Ruoqing felt itchy in her heart, as if a kitten was scratching her claws. She wished she could rush up and knock him down right now...

"Why are you standing there so still? Come here."

Luo Fengtang raised his eyes, his long phoenix eyes filled with a little bit of warmth, and he stretched out a hand towards her.

Facing his gaze, Yang Ruoqing seemed to be bewitched and walked forward unconsciously.

It wasn't until he held her on his lap and his warm breath came that she regained consciousness.

"I haven't taken a shower yet. I'm covered in sweat and it will stain you later."

She said and quickly stood up.

As soon as she left his lap, she was pulled back by him and sat on his lap again, a little more intimate than the previous position.

"Um..." Yang Ruoqing touched her forehead with her hand, her eyes flickering around, but they were all aimed at his chest.

"It's a hot day. It's not hot for you to sit hugging me like this. This bath is all for nothing!" she said with a smile.

"You just came in, why are you standing there motionless?" he asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was a little confused.

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and grabbed her chin, lifting it so that her eyes were level with it.

"Answer my question." He added.

Yang Ruoqing felt guilty for a while. Could it be that I was peeking at him, tilting him, and he noticed my lewd eyes?

Hey, it’s so embarrassing. We are already an old married couple. Why are we still peeking at it so lewdly? Why can’t we just look at it openly?

Yang Ruoqing, you are so pretentious and unpromising!

"You look so good tonight, I can't help but look stupid." Her head felt hot and she blurted out.

Luo Fengtang's chest tightened for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Yang Ruoqing to tell the reason so carelessly.

He likes it for this reason.

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes, leaned a little closer, his hot breath brushed against her cheek, and his voice was low, with a bit of magnetic charm: "So, what part of my body does Qing'er think is the most beautiful?

?”

Yang Ruoqing's cheeks felt hot and she raised her hand to gently poke his strong chest.

"It's beautiful here. The wheat color represents sexiness, wildness, and the explosion of hormones..."

Before she finished speaking, her hand was suddenly held by him.

He leaned close to her ear and said in a deep voice: "Qing'er can't favor one thing over another. There is one thing, even though it's not very pretty, you still have to like it."

Yang Ruoqing blinked her eyes. Before she could realize where he was pointing, her fingers suddenly touched something...

There was a buzzing sound in her head, like countless fireworks exploding in an instant...

This stinky gangster!

The curtain fell, and two figures were entangled on the bed.

The summer night wind entered the house through the window screen, and the candle on the table exploded into a lantern.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, tonight, the house is full of beauty...

…

I originally thought that Luo Daye came from Zhoujiacun with her two children, at least after noon.

Unexpectedly, after breakfast the next day, when Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang came to the hospital with bone soup, as soon as they walked to the door of the ward, they heard screaming and screaming coming from inside.

Yang Ruoqing paused and looked at Luo Fengtang: "Your aunt came so early!"

Luo Fengtang frowned, "Maybe I heard the news yesterday and set off on the spot."

Blacksmith Luo went back after noon yesterday. Even if he drove the car very fast, it would take more than eighty miles to reach Zhoujia Village by the time the lights were turned on.

It will take time to explain all these things to Luo Daye when we arrive at Zhoujiacun. Luo Daye also needs some preparations before setting off with her two grandsons, at least a few changes of clothes.

Since we arrived so early in the morning, we can see that this is the county town where we came all night.

"Although I have no sympathy for Zhou Xia at all, I still feel a little uncomfortable when I hear your aunt crying."

Yang Ruoqing said in a low voice.

A man with white hair gives a gift to a man with black hair. I have known Luo Da'e for more than ten years, and I have seen her cry many times.

Most of the time, the crying was fake, in order to win Blacksmith Luo's sympathy, but today's crying was the most shocking.

There is no pretense at all, it is completely from the heart, crying, wailing, heartbreaking...

"Go in first!" Luo Fengtang said, stepping into the house.

Yang Ruoqing followed and came in immediately.

In the room, Zhou Wang was sitting on the bed, his face was pale, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had just cried.

Blacksmith Luo squatted in the corner, holding a dry tobacco stick in his mouth and blowing smoke rings to vent his emotions.

Xiaohuan stood aside, holding her one-year-old son in her arms, and Goudan stood next to her. Goudan's eyes were wide open, looking at the grandma who was lying beside his father's bed, howling and beating her chest. The child's eyes were filled with tears.

It's curiosity.

As for Luo Da'e, her hair was already disheveled, her face was distorted from crying, and her voice was almost hoarse.

When a person is in that state of extreme sadness, he is speechless, bursts into tears, his whole body twitches, and his tears and snot are all stuck on the sheets.

After Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing came in, they looked at each other in shock when they saw this situation.

Let the two of them go forward to comfort Luo Daye?

Sorry, I really can’t say anything to comfort you, because the evil deeds of Zhou Xia and his wife are now being hotly discussed in teahouses and restaurants outside. Everyone thinks that beheading is too easy and should be done later...

Moreover, Yang Ruoqing felt that she could not go up to persuade her and had other concerns.

That is, it was the couple who broke into Cui's house to seek justice for Zhou Wang and Goudan, Luo Fengtang accidentally discovered the secret room, and Cui Hu's identity as a follower of the Black Lotus Sect...

No cover-up, report directly to the official for investigation.

If Luo Da'e loses her mind, she might blame her husband and wife for Zhou Xia's death. Wouldn't that make things even more embarrassing?
Chapter completed!