Ye Weilai suddenly hugged Ouyang Rong, tried to tiptoe, and pecked his pink lips several times on his mouth.

"What are you doing? I didn't brush my teeth." Ouyang Rong, who was attacked by the sneak attack, leaned back speechlessly.

Ye Weilai shook her head, her face was stubborn:

"My grandma said that for those who like, you should boldly hug him and kiss him... The master's taste is all my favorite, I like it, I like it, I like it..."

Ouyang Rong: “…”

Sure enough, the Land of Gentleness is a hero's tomb.

Feeling the warmth conveyed by the living person in his arms, Ouyang Rong's face flashed with a moment of hesitation and hesitation.

Ouyang Rong, who was hugged by Ye Wei, turned his head silently and looked out the window at the direction of Su Fu Yilanxuan.

He remembered the little junior sister again...

Perhaps after a few days of separation, the white-haired maid was particularly clingy, like a candy.

The two of them were warm for a while in the morning before they separated.

I have finished my work on Liu recently, Ouyang Rong is not in a hurry to go to Longcheng County to pay the price too early today.

After washing and dressing, he turned around and went to the desk.

Ye Weilai packed up the room in a familiar way.

When she passed by the desk, she caught a glimpse of Ouyang Rongzheng writing on the desk, with a stunning expression, as if she was practicing calligraphy or something.

But he always writes the same word.

"Master, why have you been writing the word "An"?"

Ouyang Rong did not raise his head and said lightly: "Didn't you find the word "An"? It's very interesting?"

"Well, what's the point?"

"You look at 'An' separately. There is a house above and a woman below."

Ouyang Rong stopped writing and sighed sadly, his tone meaningful: "If there is a woman in the house, men will be at peace."

"Hey, it seems to be."

Ye Weili's chin was lightly tapped with her hands, and she showed some thoughtful expression on her face, and asked again:

"Then, what about the word 'home'?"

"I have pigs and pigs in the house, so I am a home for food, drink and happiness. It is said that the wise men created words, but it is not groundless."

It's not difficult for him at all.

"It's really..." Ye Weilai nodded, and asked curiously with his face: "Where is the word 'feast'?"

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth and said, "Day in the house..."

Words are stuck.

Ye Weilai's eyes lit up again: "Well, there is also the word 'Yan', how can the master explain it? How did the ancestors create it?"

“…”

Ouyang Rong waved his hand in a stern face: "Go and go, do your business, why bother with so much?"

Ye Weilai stuck out his tongue and turned to the bed to make the bed and quilt; someone put down his pen and no interest in writing.

At one moment, the back of the silver-haired girl with her buttocks raised on the bed suddenly paused.

She twisted out a long, beautiful black hair from the pillow with two fingers.

It is longer than the owner's hair.

"Master, if Nuer is not here, who is cleaning the room?" Ye Weilai suddenly asked.

"A Qing." Ouyang Rong said casually.

"Oh...Master, how is your relationship with Miss Xie now? Have you brought her to our bed before?"

“???”

Ouyang Rong said speechlessly: "What question are you asking? How many times have you said it, we are a normal relationship between senior and sister."

"knew."

Ye Weilai frowned slightly:

"Does Ah Qing have such long hair?... Whose is this?"

She murmured in her heart, and then, as if she had recalled something about last night, her eyelids drooped slightly.

Ouyang Rong was curious and looked at him: "What's wrong with you?"

"No...it's okay."
Chapter completed!