Luo Fengtang was confused, but he still followed Yang Ruoqing into the house.

The house is not big, but it is very clean and has a light fragrance.

Luo Fengtang raised his eyes and looked around. There was a bed placed next to the wall, and the yellowed curtain fell down.

There is a table in front of the bed, and there are teapots and teacups on the table.

"Qing'er, whose house is this?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced at him: "This is mine."

Luo Fengtang's face immediately turned red.

Qing'er, why did you ask him to come to her boudoir?

With his mind in a mess, he suddenly heard Yang Ruoqing, who walked to the bed and lifted the curtain, let out a low cry.

Luo Fengtang hurried over quickly and saw Yang Ruoqing's younger brother Da'an lying sideways on the bed inside the tent with his arms behind his head.

"Ah, you brat, why are you hiding here?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Daan was originally staring at the tent ceiling in a daze, but when he heard Yang Ruoqing ask, he raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

I was just about to say that he was a little dizzy after walking for a while, so he came to my sister's bed to lie down for a while.

Turning his eyes, Daan frowned slightly when he saw Luo Fengtang following closely behind.

He turned over and said lazily: "I'm sleepy, let's lie down for a while."

"It's almost time to eat. No matter how sleepy you are, you have to eat before going to bed. Get up!" Yang Ruoqing patted Daan's leg.

Da'an doesn't move.

"You brat, I can't call you anymore, right? Get out of the way, I'm getting something!"

Yang Ruoqing was a little dumbfounded, so she raised her hand and patted Daan's butt!

"Snapped!"

It was so clear and loud that Daan was stunned.

After rubbing it, Daan's fair face instantly turned red into a monkey's butt!

He got up from the bed in a hurry, glared at Yang Ruoqing fiercely, said nothing, rubbed his buttocks, turned around and left the room.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Brat, what's going on tonight? You can't even joke?

"Qing'er, Da'an has grown up. If you hit him like this, he might feel that he has lost face and become angry with you. Go and calm him down!"

Luo Fengtang said, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have followed you!"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and seemed to understand why Daan was so sensitive.

As an eight-year-old boy, Daan became a governor earlier than his peers.

Maybe he was beating him by himself, but Luo Fengtang happened to see him, so he got angry!

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head. She was an orphan in her previous life and had no experience of getting along with her brothers and sisters.

In the organization, she hangs out with her teammates, who are all men, and everyone can joke about anything, which makes her character more casual and lacks the delicacy of a daughter's family.

Forget it, let’s go back and find a chance to coax that brat!

"Nothing, just let him go. Wait a minute and I'll get you something."

Yang Ruoqing turned to Luo Fengtang.

"What is it?" Luo Fengtang asked.

"You'll know later. Come on, sit down first."

Yang Ruoqing grabbed Luo Fengtang's arm and asked him to sit down by the bed.

Then he climbed onto the bed, leaned forward and rummaged inside the bed, looking for something...

Luo Fengtang sat on the edge of the bed. When he thought that the sheets and quilts sitting under him were the sheets where Qing'er slept, he didn't know where to put his hands!

It doesn’t matter if it’s placed on your lap, it doesn’t matter if it hangs by your side, and it doesn’t matter if you lift it up!

"Haha, found it!"

Yang Ruoqing jumped back to the ground, holding a hard cloth board in her hand.

A whole piece, like an oversized flatbread spread out.

"Qing'er, what is this?" Luo Fengtang asked.

"Tangyaozi, take off your shoes and give them to me," she ordered.

Monk Luo Fengtang was confused.

He blushed and said, "No, don't want it anymore? My shoes smell..."

"Oh, take it off if I ask you to. How can a man be so nagging?" Yang Ruoqing gave him a look and scolded him angrily.

Luo Fengtang bit it, leaned over and took off his left shoe, knocked it on the ground a few times to knock off the dust inside, and then hesitantly handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing took the shoe, let me go, the smell... is heavy!

I turned over the bottom of the shoe and tried to make a mark on the pressed sole plate. I saw that the sole plate was very dirty...

"Forget it, I'd better do it myself!"

She mumbled something, put down Luo Fengtang's shoes, and leaned over to squat down in front of him.

Raising his hand, he held Luo Fengtang's ankle and pressed his big foot onto the shoe sole...

"Qing'er, you, what are you going to do?"

He asked in a huff, as if something in his chest was about to jump out of his throat.

Yang Ruoqing was focusing on the matter at hand and ignored Luo Fengtang's embarrassment. She said without raising her head: "Obviously, I'm measuring your feet!"

"What are you doing doing that?"

"Obviously, I'll give you a pair of shoes!" Yang Ruoqing said casually.

Need shoes?

Fat Ya said you want to bring me shoes?

Luo Fengtang was completely stunned.

Until Yang Ruoqing took the measurements, handed back the worn-out shoes to him, put them on his feet, and walked out of the house, he still felt like he was stepping on cotton wool, one foot was deep and the other was shallow.

I don’t know what’s going on!

In the kitchen, Mrs. Sun was scalding the dishes and chopsticks with hot water. Xiao An was helping count the chopsticks beside her. Da An was sitting silently at the door of the kitchen.

When Yang Ruoqing walked into the kitchen, Mrs. Sun raised her head and asked with a smile: "Qing'er, is it done?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Qing'er takes action, and I'm sure everything will be done!"

"That's good, dinner is ready, hurry up and serve the dishes!" Mrs. Sun said, picking up the cabbage and spinach on the stove and sending them to the next room.

Xiao An took a pair of chopsticks and followed behind.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the kitchen door, "I heard that no matter how handsome a person is, he will turn ugly when he frowns!"

Da'an snorted softly, his long eyelashes that were even more curled than a girl's fell down, and he stepped on a pine cone at the door of the kitchen with his toes.

"It doesn't matter, I don't rely on my face to make a living!" he muttered.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "Silly boy, what's going on tonight? You're acting coy, like a little girl!"

Daan frowned and glanced up at Yang Ruoqing.

The resentment in her eyes made Yang Ruoqing stunned for a moment.

She suddenly smiled, walked to the kitchen door, and squatted down in front of Da'an.

"You brat, I know why you're so awkward. Why don't I just slap your butt in front of Tang Yazi? I'm your elder sister, what's wrong with slapping your butt? You're not a tiger whose butt you can't touch!"

It's okay that Yang Ruoqing didn't mention this issue, but when she mentioned it, the young lady's face turned as red as a monkey's ass!

"Sister, you have the nerve to say that I am your brother, but you slapped my butt in front of outsiders. I am not a child. How can I have the dignity to walk in the village in the future?"

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she raised her hand and pinched Daan's ear.

"You stinky brat, you are still trying to get along with your sister and me, right? Who is crossing whom? I just slapped your ass? Who made you unable to get up?"

"Ouch, sister, it hurts, it hurts..."

"You bastard, you're only eight years old and I'm pretending to be mature with your sister. Let me tell you, even if you are eighteen or eighty years old, you will still be my brother! As long as you, sister, I still have breath, your ass

I can take pictures whenever I want, you know?"

"Sister, it's my fault that I'm afraid of you, my fault. Can you let go first?"

Daan bared his teeth and grinned. Such a cruel lady, her ears were about to be ripped off!

Hearing Da'an admit defeat and beg for mercy, Yang Ruoqing smiled proudly and let go.

"Why don't you admit defeat earlier? Stop looking so droopy and get up and help me serve the food!"

(As for the number of updates, Xiaoyu needs to explain to you. Since some authors say that they update five or six times a day, in fact, what they call each update is a thousand words. At the end of the day, it is actually just that

More updates. Xiaoyu’s book is updated twice every other day before it is put on the shelves. Each update is 2,000 words. Some people asked in the book review area whether this book will be put on the shelves? Xiaoyu’s answer is yes.

Xiaoyu is the author. Xiaoyu's family background has not yet reached the level where writing books is just for entertainment and passing time. Whatever he does, he always wants to get some feedback for his efforts. Xiaoyu has to go to work during the day and code at night.

There are basically no entertainment activities in writing. Coding is extremely boring, and the meager royalties earned through coding are just to supplement the family income. The author is also a human being, and he also has to eat, drink, and defecate. All living beings are suffering. All kinds of suffering, life is difficult! So!
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