Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

But Tang Qian didn't seem to take him seriously from beginning to end.

He seemed to hit the cotton with a fist.

He worked so hard for so long before he received praise from countless people. Before Tang, he only needed to learn casually, and even skipped classes every day to get a competition prize.

He seems to have never been better than Tang Qian.

But thinking that Rong Huang was with Tang Qian because he was rejected, a secret pleasure rose in Yin Ling's heart.

This time it finally won Tang Qian.

Yin Ling thought excitedly, while going upstairs around the corner.

Before stepping on the stairs, a figure fell to the ground.

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Rong Huang drank pieces again.

Before Dang Yue hadn't paid attention, and before Tang was away, Rong Huang quietly ordered a glass of colorful wine.

Then he was drunk.

Tang Qian looked at Rong Huang, who was lying on the sofa singing, with a helpless expression.

Rong Huang's soft white face was pink, and his hair was messed up on the sofa, like a little madman, still muttering words in his mouth.

"Where is spring, where is spring..."

Rong Huang's voice was originally arrogant and squeamish, but now he sings children's songs without the slightest sense of disobedience.

Tang Qian bent over and hugged Rong Huang in a child-holding posture, and Rong Huang subconsciously reached out to embrace his neck, his soft cheeks rubbing against Tang Qian's neck.

Almost ignited Tang Qian.

Tang Qian's eyes were deep, "Don't move around, take her around." The latter said to Dang Yue.

Dang Yue quickly took Rong Huang's messenger bag and followed Tang Qian's Rong Huang and went out.

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Early the next morning, Rong Huang woke up and found himself in a strange room.

The surrounding furnishings look like hotels.

Rong Huang sat on the bed with a mess of hair for a few seconds, then looked around excitedly.

In the next second, will there be a handsome man with eight-pack abs and a face like a knife and an axe, coming out of the bathroom and throwing her a black card so that she will not have thoughts that she should not have

Rong Huang rubbed his hands excitedly, black card, that means there is a lot of money, right?

Looking forward to .JPG.

According to the plot, the bathroom door should be opened at this time.

With a soft "creak", the bathroom door opened.

Rong Huang stared apricot eyes. If it is true, Mary Su's novels are not deceived by me!

Rong Huang looked over, and then saw... Tang Qian?

Ok?

Her little money seemed to fly away.

Rong Huang thought blankly.

After Tang Qian came out of the shower, he saw Rong Huang lying on his back on the bed, looking unlovable.

Somewhat amused, he threw the towel for wiping hair into the laundry basket, and Qian Tang stepped forward with a hoarse voice, "When I wake up, I will get up, and I will give you a hangover soup."

Although Rong Huang didn't drink much, Tang Qian ordered a bowl of sober soup just in case.

Rong Huang slowly got up, trying to walk to the table where the hangover soup was placed, but was held back by Tang Qian, "Hair tied up."

Rong Huang didn't move.

Rong Huang's head is full of her little money.

Can't wait to swallow Tang Qian in one bite.

Tang Qian's eyes were indulgent, he took off the little cat's hair loops on the little girl's head, and straightened out her hair with his fingers rusty.

"It hurts." Rong Huang called.

"Hold it up." Tang Qian, who was holding the hair tie, was a little at a loss, but with super high concentration, he got out a low-profile ponytail.

"Okay, let's eat."

"Why am I here?" Rong Huang lowered his head to sober up the soup, and asked Tang Qian sleepily.

"You were drunk last night." Tang Qian leaned back in the chair lazily, leaning over and reaching out to pin Rong Huang's drooping hair behind his ears.

"and then?"

"Then you threw up all over me."