Chapter 95 Fog (1st update)
Luo Fengtang was confused, but 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 next to the wall, and the yellowed curtain fell down.
There is a table in front of the bed, with 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 a low cry from Yang Ruoqing who walked to the bed and lifted the curtain.
Luo Fengtang hurried over and saw Yang Ruoqing's younger brother Da'an lying sideways on the bed inside the tent, with his arms behind his head.
"Hey, you brat, why are you hiding here?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Daan was originally staring at the ceiling of the tent 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.
Daan doesn’t move.
"Bad boy, I can't call you anymore, can I? Get out of the way, I'm getting something!"
Yang Ruoqing was a little dumbfounded, and raised her hand to pat Daan's butt. Get down!
"Bang!"
It was loud and clear, and Daan was stunned.
Kneading 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? Can't even take a joke?
"Qing'er, Da'an has grown up. If you hit him like this, he may feel that he has lost face and is angry with you. Go and coax him!"
Luo Fengtang Na 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 governor earlier than his peers.
Maybe he was beating him by himself, but Luo Fengtang happened to see him, so he was 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, 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 pulled Luo Fengtang's arm and asked him to sit down by the bed.
Then he climbed onto the bed and leaned into the bed to look 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 pancake spread out.
"Qing'er, what is this?" Luo Fengtang asked.
"Tangyazi, take off your shoes and give them to me." She ordered. Monk Luo Fengtang was confused.
He blushed and said: "Don't, don't want it, right? My shoes smell..."
"Oh, take them off if you are told, man. Why are you so long-winded?" Yang Ruoqing glared at him 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!
Looking over the bottom of the shoe, I wanted to touch the pressed sole plate, but I saw that the sole plate was dirty...
"Forget it, I'd better do it myself!"
She muttered, 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 against the shoe sole...
"Qing'er, you, what are you going to do?"
He 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 am measuring your feet!"
“What are you doing doing that?”
"Obviously, I'll give you a pair of shoes!" Yang Ruoqing said casually.
Sneakers?
Fat Ya said you want to bring me shoes?
Luo Fengtang was stunned.
Until Yang Ruoqing took the measurements, handed his old and shabby shoes back to him, put them on his feet, and walked out of the house, he still felt like he was stepping on cotton wool, deep in his heart. One foot is shallow and the other foot is shallow, I don’t know where the clouds are!
In the kitchen, Mrs. Sun was scalding the dishes and chopsticks with hot water. Xiao An was helping count the chopsticks beside her, and 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, I guarantee it will be done! "
"That's good, it's time to eat. Come over 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 door of the kitchen, "I heard that no matter how handsome a person is, he will turn ugly when he frowns!"
Da'an snorted, his eyelashes even curled up more than those of girls. Falling down, his toes stepped on a pine cone at the door of the kitchen.
"It doesn't matter, I don't rely on my face to make a living!" He said in a low voice.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "Silly boy, what's going on tonight? You're acting coy, like a little girl!"
Da'an frowned and looked up. He glanced at Yang Ruoqing.
The resentment in her eyes made Yang Ruoqing startled.
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 you just slap your butt in front of Tang Yazi? I'm your elder sister, why do you slap your butt? You're not You can’t touch a tiger’s butt!”
It’s a good thing Yang Ruoqing didn’t mention this, but when she mentioned it, the young lady’s face turned red like a monkey’s butt!
"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, and raised her hand to pinch Daan's ears.
"You brat, you are still trying to get along with your sister and me, right? Who is crossing whom? I just slapped your ass? Who keeps you from getting up?"
"Ouch, sister, it hurts, it hurts..."
< br>"You brat, I'm pretending to be mature when you're only eight years old and you're my sister. Let me tell you, even if you're eighteen or eighty years old, you're still my brother! As long as you, my sister, I'm still breathing, you I can shoot that ass whenever I want, you know?”
"Sister, I'm afraid of you. It's my fault, my fault. Can you let go first?"
Daan bared his teeth and grinned. Such a cruel sister, her ears were about to be ripped off!
Hearing that Daan surrendered and begged for mercy, Yang Ruoqing smiled proudly and let go.
"Isn't it better to give up earlier? Stop looking so droopy. Get up and help me serve the food!"
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