Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Tang Qian raised his hand and rubbed his temples, "I'll go wash first, you wait for me to come down." Then he pointed to the room, "Come in first."

Rong Huang uttered a low voice, trailing behind Tang Qian into the room like a little tail.

The room before Tang Dynasty was blue and white, simple and generous, without the legendary dirty socks and unpleasant foot smell.

Rong Huang hung his schoolbag on the back of the chair. After sitting down on the chair, he put his hands on his knees, obediently waiting for Tang Qian to wash it out.

When Tang Qian came out, he saw Rong Huang's appearance of kindergarten children sitting in rows and eating fruit, with a soft white face with a smile that had not yet dispersed.

Tang Qian's eyes suddenly darkened, and the gloomy emotions in his heart were about to move.

This feeling hasn't appeared for a long time.

The most recent time was when he was ten years old. Father Tang brought back a Tibetan mastiff from a business trip as a gift to Qian Tang.

Before the Tang Dynasty, he liked it very much. He bathed and fed the Tibetan Mastiff every day, and even hugged it to sleep at night.

Later, Yin Ling came to Tang's house as a guest and fell in love with the Tibetan Mastiff at a glance, crying and wanted to take the Tibetan Mastiff home.

Before Tang, of course, he didn't agree, but he sold the Tibetan Mastiff to the dog meat market.

Not only because Yin Ling took a fancy to his dog, but also because the Tibetan mastiff was wagging its tail happily when he saw Yin Ling.

Before Tang, his personality was distorted since he was a child, and later he knew how to hide his emotions when he grew up.

What's more, no one dared to compete with him for anything now.

Even Yin Ling didn't dare to block him uprightly.

But when I first saw Rong Huang, the gloomy mood was constantly surging.

The little girl is so clean and soft, it is the easiest to arouse people's desire for destruction and occupation.

"Why are you standing there? Come on." Rong Huang's milky voice pulled back Tang Qian's thoughts, and Rong Huang stretched out his hand to say hello, "Come on, let's talk about mathematics first."

Qian Tang's Adam's apple rolled, raised his hand and wiped his face, dragged a chair and sat down beside Rong Huang.

I don’t know if the little girl drank milk again in the morning. Before Tang, I could smell a faint scent of milk.

This scent seems to have turned into substance, winding around his heart circle after circle.

Let his uncontrollable heartbeat speed up.

Tang Qian glanced at the little girl who lowered her head to write seriously, her narrow phoenix eyes flashed dark.

"Do you think it's right to do this?" Rong Huang showed Tang Qian immediately after finishing a question, then looked at Tang Qian eagerly, waiting for an answer.

Tang Qian was a little uncomfortable by the little girl's scorching eyes, and her ears became red quietly.

"Huh? Are you hot?" the little girl said suddenly.

Before Tang: "?"

"Look at your ears."

Tang Qian raised his hand to touch his ear: "??"

"It's all hot."

Tang Qian touched his ears, expressionless, "???"

Rong Huang didn't know where he said the wrong thing, his ears were hot red, why did he have a cold face?

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Tang Qian glanced at the aggrieved little girl and coughed with a fist against her lips, "Yes, it's a bit hot, just fine later."

Tang Qian suddenly realized that he seemed to have to buy needles, the kind that wholesale a thousand.

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Rong Huang did the question all morning, and his hair was almost bald.

Finally, at noon, Tang's mother left Ronghuang, mother and daughter for lunch.

After eating, Rong Huang casually found an excuse to go back with Rong Mother.

I don't know if it was her illusion, the look in Tang's eyes was a bit daunting.

She is not a sweet and sour short rib, why should she look at her with the eyes of wanting to eat a sweet and sour short rib?