Chapter 7596 The Waltz of Love
If it had been someone else, I am afraid that the strong wind that Luo Fengtang came towards me would have blown me around seven hundred and twenty degrees, and then gorgeously fell to the ground.
But when the person coming is Yang Ruoqing, the situation is different.
Even though she has a big belly and is holding a plate in her hand, this Lian's acuity is far beyond ordinary people.
No, she turned her body around, and when she passed by Luo Fengtang, she was still able to free up a hand to put her hand gently on his shoulder.
Luo Fengtang saw clearly that the person coming was Yang Ruoqing. He was so anxious that he stretched out his long arms to wrap around her waist, and leaned forward slightly with his tall body.
Following the strength of his arms, Yang Ruoqing fell into his arms, one leg stretched straight up, and the lake blue skirt fluttered, like petals blooming in an instant.
He held her waist with one hand, and gently supported her feet with the other hand. His body leaned down again, and the two looked at each other close to each other.
A deep feeling entangled with guilt.
A tenderness mixed with playfulness.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the little tempers they had been having fell apart in an instant.
"This posture is like dancing a waltz." Dear
Yang Ruoqing winked at him and said.
Before Luo Fengtang even bothered to ask what the waltz of love was, a figure rushed out of the room.
"What's going on? Did Qing'er fall..."
Blacksmith Luo's voice stopped suddenly.
He held on to the doorframe and looked at the young man and woman in front of him with wide eyes. A voice in his heart asked himself:
Where am I?
What did I see?
Am I entering?
Or retreat?
While Blacksmith Luo was embarrassed, Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing were also dumbfounded.
Luo Fengtang wished he could slap himself in the face, why did he forget about this important person like his uncle?
And Yang Ruoqing quickly put down her feet, stepped on the ground, stood up from his arms, and stood aside with her face red.
What is social death? That's it.
Fortunately, Luo Fengtang's defense value was relatively high. No, he quickly stood up straight in front of Yang Ruoqing and asked Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, why are you still in the house?"
When asked this question, Blacksmith Luo almost spat out his blood.
You threw me into the room as a freshman. When did you pass by?
If Qing'er hadn't been there, Blacksmith Luo would have jumped up and slapped Luo Fengtang on the head.
“I’m about to leave!” Blacksmith Luo coughed dryly and put his hands behind his back to leave.
Yang Ruoqing suddenly called him: "Uncle, wait a moment."
Blacksmith Luo stopped and looked at Yang Ruoqing.
After a while, Yang Ruoqing has been resurrected from a brief social death.
She walked out from behind Luo Fengtang with a smile and stretched the plate in her hand to Blacksmith Luo.
“This is the sweet potato cake I just made for Tang Yazi. Uncle, please try it.”
Blacksmith Luo glanced at the plate. Sure enough, there was a plate of sweet potato pancakes. They were small and delicate, golden on both sides, and looked very pleasing to the eye.
Blacksmith Luo took one symbolically and left quickly.
He used to be a blacksmith, and he himself has a temperament like a straight man, but he can still feel the subtle situation in the yard.
After Blacksmith Luo left, Yang Ruoqing was about to turn around and invite Luo Fengtang to eat sweet potato cakes. Unexpectedly, her hands were empty and someone actually took the plate.
Hold it in my arms, took one and took a bite, feeling happy.
"It's delicious!"
He flattered her before she even asked. This person is completely different from the person who was sitting at the desk with a deliberately sullen expression.
“After eating the sweet potato pancakes I made, you can’t be angry with me anymore, right?”
Yang Ruoqing came over and smiled at him and winked.
Luo Fengtang's cheeks were bulging, and his face immediately turned red when he heard this. He wanted to explain, but almost choked when he opened his mouth.
You must know that sweet potatoes belong to the series of coarse grains, with more starch and crude fiber.
"Oh, eat your food first and then talk. Why are you so anxious? What should you do if you choke?"
Yang Ruoqing quickly patted him on the back and scolded him.
Luo Fengtang finally swallowed the food in his mouth, turned around hurriedly and said to her anxiously: "I was going to find you about this matter. I'm not angry. I’m just joking with you.”
Yang Ruoqing smiled proudly: "Of course I know you were joking. When you read the military manual, you were also pretending to read it."
"Have you discovered all this? My wife is really amazing!" Well, he admitted that his attention really wasn't on the book at the time.
"How could you not find out?" Yang Ruoqing was speechless, "You were dissatisfied with the book at that time, but you just didn't realize it yourself!"
"What?"
Luo Fengtang was very embarrassed. When he was done, he grinned.
"As long as you don't get angry with me, wife," he added.
Yang Ruoqing came over and took his arm, placing her face gently on his arm.
“It’s my turn to tell you this.” She said softly, “As long as you are not angry with me, I will be relieved.”
Don’t say it yet, she has already She was used to him pampering her like a person without temper, even if she did something wrong, he would tolerate her.
His temper and cold face have never been used on her.
She knew it was because he loved her and cared about her.
But before, even though it was a joke, she still found that she couldn't adapt to his deliberately cold face.
I felt so panicked and impatient, and realized that I had touched his bottom line.
"I shouldn't have spoken to Ye Yi like that in front of you before. I should have considered your feelings more. I was wrong, Tangyazi. I apologize to you..."
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"Well, it's good that you understand. One is Ye Yi, who you regard as a brother, and the other is a cousin who I watched grow up. I'm afraid that those short-sighted people will get involved like shit stirrers." Yang Ruoqing added. .
Luo Fengtang held the plate and nodded repeatedly.
Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that he was still eating, and said something like a stir stick, affecting the atmosphere.
So he quickly changed the topic and took him into the house.
Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing: "Don't worry about that boy Yeyi. He is really dull when he is alone, but he can also be clever sometimes. I will ask him over after I finish eating the sweet potato cakes and give him some instructions. Sentence."
Yang Ruoqing smiled happily and said, "Okay, it's up to you to give the instructions. It couldn't be better."
"Well, if you can't eat the sweet potato cake, don't eat it, right? If you eat too much of this, you will get bloating." She Said again.
Luo Fengtang shook his head, "No, this is the cake you personally made for me. I have to eat it all even if I'm flatulent!"
Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines.
What a stubborn donkey!
"Qing'er, can I ask you something?"
While eating, Luo Fengtang suddenly raised his head and looked at her, with a look that was a little pitiful, a little scared, and a little helpless.
(End of this chapter)