Chapter 781: Chapter 473: Every mber of the Old Zhao Family Possesses Unique Skills _2
“Humph, this stinky tag-along, silly woman, nasty maid… Don’t even think about disturbing and Rong’er.”
She hugged her beloved and glanced in the direction of the west wing, snorting proudly a couple of tis.
“???”
Su Qingdai: Are you being polite?
Well, she had actually co. Zhao Rong opened his mouth, but eventually closed it, smiling wryly.
The situation was becoming more awkward by the second, he was so embarrassed he almost started picking at his toes, how could he possibly puncture the bubble.
Damn it, I’m not going to class anymore, not “spreading the doctrine, teaching the liquid, receiving the active” anymore. Isn’t that enough? You two ladies please leave soon…
Zhao Rong sighed and switched the topic: “Xiao Yue’s slave? Du You from Zhao Family? How co soone gave you sothing so nice?”
“I am Xiao Yue’s slave’s big sister. If she gets sothing good, of course she has to offer it to . I cover for her, take her out to play. Xiao Yue’s slave can be really clingy.”
Qian’er spoke with pride, her twin ponytails nearly flipping into the air.
“Xiao Yue’s slave listens to , even her grandfather’s words don’t work on her. Sotis, Old Mr. Zhao even asks to speak to her. This Whale Song Fragrance was given by Old Mr. Zhao to Xiao Yue’s slave for self-defense, but she insisted on offering so to . Ah, she’s quite sensible.”
She nodded with satisfaction, but soon made a sour face:
“But then she said sothing like, in the future when she has a fiancé, she’d also offer him to . Ugh, I don’t want any wild n. I only want Rong’er. And this mischievous Xiao Yue’s slave, daring to do such things, Old Mr. Zhao would definitely fight to death. This nasty girl, clearly doesn’t want to marry yet dares to cheat …”
As she spoke, Qian’er stuck out her cute little pink tongue.
Zhao Rong chuckled and nodded, kids say the darnedest things.
Although it’s not very nice to take other people’s things, this was the friendship between the young princess of the Zhao Family, nicknad Xiao Yue’s slave and Qian’er. He couldn’t really comnt on it.
Besides, it matched the Old Zhao Family’s tradition of benefiting without giving.
Zhao Rong nodded his head, then suddenly stretched out his hand, “Not bad, hand it over.”
Qian’er paused in her speech, startled, “Ah, hand over what?”
Zhao Rong smiled, “The Whale Song Amber, hand it over quickly.”
Qian’er pouted, “Ugh, what do you want it for?”
Zhao Rong nodded, “To hand over to for inspection.”
She weakly said, “Our Old Zhao Family has this kind of rule now?”
Zhao Rong smiled sheepishly, “Yeah, now we do.”
Qian’er wrinkled her tiny aquiline nose and pulled out a small brocade bag, which was about an inch wide and long, hesitating and seemingly reluctant.
“Well… after you inspect it, you better not forget to return it to .” She sniffed.
Zhao Rong stern-faced, “You really don’t trust your brother Rong’er too much. Hearing how amazing it sounds, I just need to check it out, test it a bit, and of course, I’ll return it to you afterwards.”
As he spoke, he reached out and snatched the small brocade bag from the shrinking hand in front of him.
Hand it over.
Zhao Rong nodded in satisfaction.
What’s with this little lass and her mind-altering fragrance? Such dangerous stuff should be kept by a righteous gentleman like .
He weighed the brocade bag in his hand and earnestly instructed, “Oh, Qian’er, make sure you don’t rush . When you rush , my mory tends to get poor, forgetting this and that, alas.”
Zhao Qian’er: “……”
When small freeloading ets big freeloading.
This move, ah this move, is freeloading within freeloading.
Zhao Rong smiled, pinching through the fabric of the brocade bag a couple of tis.
Inside was an oval solid the size of a pinky.
He freed a hand, opened the mouth of the bag slightly, and peeked inside.
Under the lamplight, he saw that the oval solid had a gray-black smooth surface, similar to so kind of amber, and it was soft in texture.
It seed that if his fingers pressed a bit harder, he could crush it.
“Stinky Rong’er… Pfft—okay, here, take it all.”
Qian’er glared at Zhao Rong, making a face of displeasure, but then she couldn’t help but laugh the next second.
Zhao Rong was startled.
She playfully punched his chest a couple of tis, teasing:
“Every ti my lady and I wanted to give you sothing nice, you’d give us a stern face and say… ‘You teach how to do things?'”
The last sentence, Qian’er imitated Zhao Rong’s expression, speaking fiercely before she couldn’t hold back:
“This male chauvinism really is… pfft, stupidly adorable. Just now, when I hesitated not to give it to you, you ended up snatching it. Hehe, brother Rong’er, you just need to be handled the opposite way to obey nicely.”
The little lass’s eyes sparkled joyfully as she happily pinched Zhao Rong’s face, having grasped this advanced husband control technique, she was shaking her head playfully.
Zhao Rong: “……”
Damn, how co this little girl is so cunning… He glared at her irritably, brushing off the hand that was pinching his face without any reservation.
Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, thinking of returning the brocade bag.
Qian’er tilted her head, “How can you be sure now that I wasn’t just saying that to make you return the sachet?” She said, smiling broadly.
Good grief, trying to trick ?
Zhao Rong inhaled, feeling a bit teeth-grittingly irritated, really wanting to swat her.
“Alright, alright, you keep the sachet. I don’t want it, it’s all yours.” Qian’er toned down her smile, her little face pressed against his warm chest, seemingly eavesdropping on Zhao Rong’s heartbeat, her gaze tenderly looking up at him, “Anything my lady and I have is yours, you just have to want it, and we’ll give you everything, no hiding.”
Zhao Rong shook his head, about to speak, “I…”
“I know what you’re going to say.” She suddenly pinched his nose, interrupting, “But you tell us not to be capricious, you shouldn’t be either. If my lady and I want sothing, as long as you have it, you’ll definitely give it to us, right? We’re a family,”
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