Chapter 18 Speak gentle farewell

However, how could Mrs. Yang hide her from Shang Rong's magical vision?

The trembling body, the rapid breathing, the beating eyelids...

Even Mrs. Yang himself realized that pretending to be different is simply full of loopholes.

Since Mrs. Yang couldn't pretend, she didn't want to pretend anymore. It would be a pity if the man left.

Just when Shang Rong was about to walk to the bed, Mrs. Yang woke up at the right time, and said in surprise, unconsciously wrapped the quilt tighter, then exclaimed: Mr. Shang, you...why are you...

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man put two fingers beside his mouth and swearing. Mrs. Yang didn't say anything. As the man walked over and sat by the bed, his eyes staring at him and swept around.

Do you still need to ask?

He touched his room at this time and wasn't he going to do that.

Recalling the man's ruthlessness on himself last time, Mrs. Yang's face turned red and her body became sensitive. Gu Dao, who had been dry for many years, instantly became as wet and smooth as Sichun's young woman.

Although Shang Rong didn't know the woman's thoughts, she could still guess the woman's mood at this moment from her expression. Looking at the woman's flushed face and the frightened bird-like eyes, Shang Rong's impulse just now became impulsive again.

However, this time he didn't want to suppress himself anymore because this woman made him feel relaxed. He stood on a commanding height and looked down at her, as if a woman was just a part of his body.

When will they get up?

Because she had not lived at home for a long time, Shang Rong was a little unfamiliar with her women's daily life, so she had to whisper to Mrs. Yang.

Six o'clock.Mrs. Yang replied inwardly.

Then hurry up.Shang Rong said casually when he looked at the watch.

Mrs. Yang was stunned.Hurry up what?Get up quickly?Or... she dared not act rashly before she understood what a man meant.

Shang Rong ignored the woman, but stood up and took off her pants, leaned against the woman's head with her lower body naked.

No language can make Mrs. Yang understand more accurately than this action.

However, she felt a little dizzy when she looked at the swaying thing in front of her and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Shang Rong leaned his body closer to the woman's face again.I thought sarcastically in my heart that I didn't believe she had never done this for her dead man.

Of course, Mrs. Yang did this for a man, but she was a little unfamiliar if she didn't do it for a long time.

It’s like riding a bicycle. You can’t forget it after learning it, but if you don’t ride it for a long time, you will inevitably feel dizzy when riding it suddenly, and bumps are inevitable.

Sure enough, Shang Rong was not very satisfied with Mrs. Yang's unfamiliar skills. After taking a few breaths of cold air, she pulled her baby out of the woman's mouth and blamed: How did you bite Ah with your teeth!

Mrs. Yang was ashamed and whispered in a low voice: I rarely used to be like this... Sorry Ah... I'll try again...

Shang Rong still has time to do training, so it’s important to seize the time to put out the fire.

You pout, just like last time.

Sir...you should be gentle!

Mrs. Yang's heart kept trembling when she remembered the man's bravery last time, but she begged: I'm old, so I can't compare to the ladies!

Shang Rong was a little annoyed by Mrs. Yang's nagging, and pulled the woman over and dragged her fat butt to the edge of the bed. She stabbed her in without any foreplay. Mrs. Yang screamed, and quickly pulled the pillowcase and stuffed it into her mouth.

She swayed her body and was subjected to a tight impact from the man, until a heat flow shot into the long-desolate flower heart. Mrs. Yang pulled off the pillowcase from her mouth and called out sadly and beautifully. Mr. Ah... Then her butt fell on the bed as if overwhelmed, and a trembling ripples rippled on the butt petals...

When Zi Hui came downstairs, she was surprised to see Shang Rong sitting on the sofa downstairs smoking.

She became a little confused for a moment, wondering why this man always appeared at home so suddenly. Looking at his leisurely and contentment, it was not like he hadn't been home for a long time. It seemed that he had been at home and had never left them.

Before Zi Hui could react, Qiao Fei, behind her, exclaimed, jumped downstairs like a rabbit, sat on the sofa, the owner's neck, humming in his mouth and said something, and his expression seemed to be the puppy lost by the owner, smelling the familiar smell again.

Then Zhu Hong appeared at the stairs with a Bible in her hand. If she hadn't been wearing pajamas, she would look like a female pastor who was about to go out to preach.

She saw the man on the sofa slightly stunned, then turned around and walked towards Xiaoya's bedroom.

The man finally came back, and all the women got up, why is Xiaoya still sleeping in?

This will make men unhappy.

The clock on the wall is pointing at six o'clock.

Zihui was about to open her mouth and say the first thing to the man; Qiao Fei rubbed her face against the man's neck for the second time; Mrs. Yang just put the fifth fried egg into the plate in the kitchen; Xiaoya, who was dragged out of the bedroom by her mother, ran to the stairs with barefoot and sleepy eyes in her pajamas.

The crisp doorbell rang happily.

Shang Rong's sixth sense instantly made a clear judgment.

It seems that I shouldn't have returned to this trip to my home!

He pushed Qiao Fei away, who was tired of him, stood up from the sofa, waved his hand to stop Mrs. Yang, who was about to open the door, glanced at the girls upstairs and downstairs, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He said slowly: I'm here to see you specifically and I'm leaving soon.

As he said that, he walked towards Xiaoya and her daughter who had already come downstairs.

With everyone's amazing expressions, they stretched out their hands to bring the mother and daughter into their arms and hugged them. Then they whispered in Xiaoya's ear, and Xiaoya's face suddenly turned pale and there was no blood at all.

At this time, the doorbell sounded again and it was no longer the cheerful tone that just now, showing the urgency and domineering of the ringer.

Shang Rong ignored the doorbell, but walked straight to Zi Hui, hugged the woman tightly in her arms, and put her mouth on her ear as if she was saying some mysterious spell. Zi Hui's face changed. It was not until Shang Rong let go of her hands that Zi Hui seemed to react and screamed in her mouth, "No!"

He rushed up and hugged the man tightly, and started sobbing.

When the doorbell rang for the third time like a soul-warming sound, Shang Rong broke away Zi Hui's arms, walked to the door and put on her coat, looked back at Qiao Fei and said: Fei'er, I'm not at home, you have to listen to your Sister Zi Hui.

Then he walked towards the door.

Zihui screamed again: Brother Rong...

Shang Rong's hand had already grabbed the door handle. Hearing Zi Hui's scream, he turned around and smiled at her, and gently instructed: Take good care of your sisters.Take good care of your business.After saying that, he resolutely opened the door.

As Shang Rong's sixth sense judged, the corridor was full of policemen in uniforms, each with solemn expressions, and his eyes were watching his every move with vigilance, as if he was an extremely dangerous terrorist, and he almost pointed a gun at him.

Shang Rong didn't have the heart to count the number of police officers, but just shouted at a person who seemed to be a leader: Good morning, officer, I have been waiting for you for a long time!