MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 102 Shiro, please give me a sword from behind!

The broken hair fell in front of Chen Rong’s forehead, and she took a deep breath and took a deep breath.

This tone is a bit bitter.

Slowly, Chen Rong looked up.

In the morning light, she looked up at him, bright and charming eyes, and stared at him seriously.

This look is especially serious and especially far away.

This is a very strange feeling, which makes Wang Hong biased his head, and Ren Changfa crossed the white and beautiful face. "What?"

Chen Rong’s little mouth opened Zhang, and for a long time, she closed again. She looked at him, smiled a little, was a little naive, and said a little seriously: "Cang Tian teased Arong, this life, I am afraid that it will not be perfect. "

Wang Hong looked up, unconsciously, his right hand held a few collapses, very elegant sitting straight body.

He stared at Chen Rong, slowly licking his lips and raising his eyes. "What does Arong mean?"

Chen Rong looked up at him with a small face and obsessed with him. This is a real obsession. After remembering a person in the heart, just looking at him, I feel satisfied. Just approaching him, there is no obsession with him.

She looked at Wang Hong with this obsessive look, and her lips trembled and smiled. "It doesn't mean anything."

Wang Hong still stared at her with her eyes closed.

Being as clever as he is, he understands the meaning of Chen Rong. She is clearly telling him that even if she loves him, even if she is in love with him. Her heart is still very clear, she knows clearly that she is not worthy of him, she can't get him... she will not be with him for the rest of her life, so her life will not be perfect.

How can there be such a girl in this world? Young, temperamental temperament, but always with the wise and the wise of the wise, even, vicissitudes!

How can you have such a calm and almost cruel thought in a passionate body?

Wang Hong smiled shallowly.

He hangs his eyes, and the white dress wins the snow, leaning against the rut on the left side. Just as he leaned down, the blue silk was like a waterfall, and it was cloaked in white.

At this time, he was bathed in the morning light, in the breeze, clearly behind him is just a simple and can not be simple mountain wall, obviously just sitting in the carriage, but elegant and noble, such as lying in Huatang.

He lowered his eyes, slenderened his hands, slowly stroking a few wine cellars, smiling lightly, and slowly said: "Arong's meaning, do you want to tell me, once you return to Nanyang City, you will Still you, I am still me. What is the matter here, such as the spring dream?"

He spoke very slowly, his voice was very clear and fluent, and the pair of clear and high-spirited eyes were like laughing and laughing at her.

I don't know why, looking at Wang Hong like this, Chen Rong's heart took a moment.

She lowered her head.

At this time, Wang Hong reached out and stroked her hand.

When he touched her little hand, he nailed his nails and stroked it in his palm.

Instantly, a burst of numbness came unexpectedly. Chen Rong’s heart trembled.

Wang Hong just took the mountain fruit from her hand.

He looked down at the mountain fruit, smiled lightly and said: "Qing Qing is so ruthless."

A very casual tone.

Chen Rong looked at him and stared at him. She looked down and muttered, "It is not easy to live in this world. It is not easy to ask for things and feelings that are not your own."

Wang Hong smiled lightly. His voice was a bit pale and a bit cold. "In this case, why should Qingqing be so close to me?" He took a mountain fruit and rolled the red-peeled grape-like fruit in the white palm. With. As he rolled, he smiled and laughed. "If other people see it, don't you think that you and I already have something to do?"

He used the word "苟". This term is generally used by folks to describe dogs and men, both vulgar and insulting.

Such a noble, non-sticky Wang Qilang actually used this word for her!

Chen Rong’s face was white, and she lowered her head and murmured: “On the side of the body, it feels so wonderful... Today, I know, it’s hard to be banned.” Her words, of course, were mixed. In the previous life, she knew that there was a word in the world that it was difficult to help herself. She knew that someone like her could not afford it and could not afford to lose it!

When Chen Rong’s voice fell, Wang Hong slowly looked up at her.

His eyes are very focused and exceptionally focused.

Staring at her beautiful face, this face, although after yesterday's fright, last night's ups and downs, although only washed with water, but it reveals a stunning beauty, dizzy cheeks, eyebrows.

Wang Hong reached out and said lowly, "Come here."

The voice is low and tempting.

Chen Rong looked up silly and looked at him with ecstasy and approached him.

She put her little hand in his palm.

Wang Hong took a heart.

His right hand, wrapped around her trembling left hand, extended his left hand and slammed her waist.

Chen Rong did not resist, she even leaned on to him, just leaning on the body in his arms, unable to tremble and tremble.

Wang Hong is holding her.

He reached out and stroked her black hair and whispered, "I was terrible last night?"

Until he asked this question, Chen Rongcai remembered that he still had a lot of questions. She fell in his arms, closed his eyes, and his face was drunk with a drunkenness. He murmured: "I am afraid, I am afraid, I think this is a robbery."

"Do you have a robbery?"

Wang Hong’s younger brother said.

At this time, Chen Rong softly said: "It is indeed a robbery."

She and he both understood the meaning of her words.

Chen Rongfu was in his arms, motionless. Her face was placed on his collarbone, and the fragrant smell of the spit, warmly pounced on him.

Smelling his fresh body and feeling the temperature of this man, suddenly, Chen Rong murmured: "Seven Lang."

"Yep?"

"You can have a servant to follow? Call one and ask him to kill me."

Wang Hong looked down at her and looked at her.

Chen Rong still has her eyes closed, her mouth is smiling, but her voice is really calm and calm, very calm, she said softly: "This way, I stabbed a sword from behind me, remember to stab the heart, This is how fast you die. When you draw a sword, don't be too rushed. The blood splashes your white clothes, it's not good."

She slowly looked up, her eyes blurred and tenderly looking at him, her voice trembled. "Really, please. Seven Lang, I am afraid that after a while, I will regret it."

Wang Hong was a smile. He looked at her with tenderness and gentleness. He asked, "Why do you say this nonsense?"

Chen Rong smiled. She dropped her eyes and fell into his arms again. She also extended her arms and took the initiative to kneel on his waist. She hugged him so tightly, she said softly: "Is it nonsense, to the wisdom of Shiro, I don’t know? I know, I think, maybe this life, I will not be so happy, Not so much so perfect. If you can die when you are truly happy, you will be better than the world."

Wang Hong did not answer.

He allowed her to stare at him and stare at him.

Straight for a long time, he smiled softly: "Now? Can you still die?"

Chen Rong in his arms shook his head and his voice was a bit bitter. "I don't want to, the word death is the most difficult thing in the ages."

She did not let him go.

She still stares at him.

He was in his arms and smelled his body. She said softly: "I really don't want to go back to Nanyang City." When she came here, she hung up his neck and looked at him. She smiled sadly: "Schihiro, we If you are not hungry today, if you are hungry, I will pick you up the fruit from the mountain. If you are thirsty, there will be a mountain spring. Can we go back tomorrow?"

Wang Hong is shallow and smiling. He has been looking at Chen Rong and his eyes are clear. "Since Arong is so sad, why do you insist on pushing me?"

This time, he said it was extraordinarily clear. "Arong is really affectionate, you and I can keep it."

Chen Rong was a smile. She got up from his arms and tried to comb the long hair with her fingers and wiped the dress.

Then, she took the lead to go outside, took a step, and she smiled back at him. "Arong knows his own, I am a man, my heart is too greedy. I always want more. When I am a squat, I will Do everything possible to become a noble man, maybe, you will use your means to harm your wife. If you don’t get it, you will be harmed twice, and if you don’t get it, you will suffer three times. As long as Arong is not dead, Qilang’s pet Oh, my wife, how much is it, how much is dead!"

She smiled brightly, and the autumn wave was bright. The words were real cruel and cold, and, of course, "because, unless you started the fight, you want to only marry Arong as a wife, and only love Arong." Otherwise, in your life, I will not be safe in my life."

She turned her head and walked forward, her back straight and straight, like the green bamboo.

In the sun, her figure is very bright and extraordinarily slim.

Wang Hong turned his head and let the broken hair cover the eyes, and watched her go further and further away from him.

After a while, Chen Rong came to the exit of the mountain. She looked out and asked, "Siluo, your servant? Why haven't they come to you yet?"

Wang Hong jumped out of the carriage. He walked gracefully behind her and looked out. Then he smiled and said, "I will raise the horse, get on the bus, let us go back to Nanyang." He did not explain the servants to Chen Rong. Things.

Chen Rong didn't think much. She heard that he would drive and heard that he was willing to drive for himself. He suddenly widened his eyes.

She looked back and looked at him with a bright gaze. She said, "Will you drive?" The big eyes picked up, and she smiled and threw herself into the carriage.

Three or two climbed up the carriage and sat down, Chen Ronghuan called: "Ah, Wang Qilang drives for me! Wang Qilang became my coward of Chen Rong!"

The sound is crisp and loud, and it is very happy.

Wang Hong heard her laughter, called the noise, smiled a bit, and walked to the carriage.

As he whipped up, the horse opened his hoof and walked outward.

The carriage went out of the foothills and the carriage went to the official road.

Always going out of the distance, Wang Hong did not hear Chen Rong’s voice and could not help but look back.

He was on the gaze of her obsessiveness, but this time, in her obsession, she was stunned and smug, and she couldn’t tell the endless curiosity.

She looked at him with a hollow look, muttering, repeating sentence after sentence: "Wang Wang, actually driving for me?"

In the voice, I can't believe it! Thoroughly unbelievable.

Indeed, this matter, no matter where it is placed, no matter who it is, I am afraid I will not believe it. In this era, the nobility of the nobility is far better than life! There is a so-called "the top grade is not a cold, the lower grade is no sect." In this era, between the upper and lower classes, it is clearly a galaxy that has not been crossed for thousands of years.

Now, the arrogant son of this 琅琊王家, is willing to give her this little niece as a coward. Even if it is expedient, it is also a shock to say it.