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Chapter Thirteen. A Kiss in the Woods

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    "Young Master Rong, are you sure you want to follow in?" Chuyao walked to the Chunyi Building, stopped, and looked sideways at Rong Shaoyang. She really couldn't figure out what this man was thinking. People have weaknesses to take advantage of, and he  But no one can see any flaws around him.  He followed her all the way, she thought all the way.

    Rong Shaoyang stopped three feet away from her, his black eyes met hers, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile, his voice was like quicksand flowing through a stream: "I helped you, Miss Song doesn't seem to be grateful."

    "Oh? Couldn't it be that Rong Shao got half of the Song family's property without any effort?" Rong Shaoyang took half of what Jiang Qianyang had worked so hard to get, and took advantage of the fisherman's profit, easily and aboveboard.

    "Miss Song is smart, so she will definitely know what Rong Liu said." Rong Shaoyang took two steps closer, looked at the attic with red paint and green tiles, and raised his eyebrows: "Miss Song is now  How can my fianc¨¦e live in the Goulan courtyard, even though the Rong family doesn't need the Song family to be rich, they still have a place."

    Chunyi Building was originally Chuyao's hiding place after solving the matter, but because Jiang Qianyang and King Ning joined forces, there was a discrepancy from the original plan, so there is no need to hide now.

    "I'll go back to the Song family, Rong Shao don't have to worry." Although the Song family was burned to ashes by the fire, the Song family still has many other homes in Fengzhou, no, they will soon change their surname to Jiang.

    After Chuyao finished speaking, he was about to step into the Chunyi Building.

    "If I say that Mrs. Ye He is in the Rong family." Rong Shaoyang said unhurriedly.

    Chu Yao paused, Ye He was her mother's real name.

    "No, it's impossible, Jiang Qianyang said" Chu Yao frowned.

    "Whether you believe him or me, I think Miss Song has her own conclusion." Rong Shaoyang smiled with thin lips, speaking calmly.

    In fact, Song Yanming lost sight of Ye He three days ago. It was only for the sake of the overall situation that Chuyao needed to be used, so he kept it a secret and did not order anyone to look for it. Even Jiang Qianyang only found out that Ye He was missing last night.  He didn't expect to be robbed by Rong Shaoyang.

    Chuyao turned around without saying a word, just staring at Rong Shaoyang fixedly, before turning around and entering Chunyi Building.

    After a while, she walked out of Chunyi Building with Liu Shu.

    Rong Shaoyang smiled, turned around, stepped on the bluestone slab with his white brocade boots with dark patterns, and Chu Yao followed his figure.

    It was already ten o'clock in the evening when we reached the woods.

    A farmer's bamboo courtyard is located deep in the woods. Rong Shaoyang stopped and looked sideways at Chuyao behind him.

    Chuyao paused for a moment, then ran towards the courtyard, pushed away the bamboo house, and saw a half-white-haired woman sitting in the house, holding a needlework in her hand, and raised her eyes when she heard the noise.

    "Mother." Chu Yao shouted hoarsely.

    "Yaoyao." Ye He called her by her nickname, put down her needlework and stood up, wrapped her arms around her body, and patted her on the back like when she was a child.

    Rong Shaoyang stood at the door, looking at Chuyao's unusually softened face, he couldn't help but smile.  When he saw her for the first time, he felt that her face seemed to be wearing a mask, no matter what expression she had, she was cold and indifferent.  He had never seen Song Chuyao with such a warm glow on his body.

    Ye He noticed that there were others, so she let go of Chuyao, held Chuyao's hand tightly with one hand, and stroked her cheek with the other: "I haven't seen you for half a year, my Yaoyao is getting more and more beautiful."

    Chuyao held her hand instead, smiling with her diamond lips, her eyes flushed.

    Standing behind Chuyao, Liu Shu's eyes were also red. Since she followed Chuyao three years ago, she understood how much effort the young lady had put in to reunite with her wife, so she couldn't help being happy for her.

    Rong Shaoyang closed the door thoughtfully, turned around and walked out of the courtyard, leaving a warm room for them.

    Fei flew on a tall banyan tree, leaned against the trunk, took out a tube of purple bamboo flute, opened his thin lips lightly, sipped the flute into his lips, tapped the body of the flute lightly with his slender fingers, and the clear and melodious sound of the flute floated out.

    The evening breeze was cool, and the hanging clothes fluttered with the wind. The leaves cut off the setting sun and fell on his face, outlining his eyebrows and eyes, and the cool expression was also given a warm tone by the sunset.

    Chu Yao was talking to her mother, when she heard the sound of flute outside, the smile on her face froze slightly.

    "Yaoyao, Mr. Rong said that the Song family suffered a catastrophe, your father and he" Although Ye He was imprisoned in another courtyard by Song Yanming for two years, in fact she knew nothing about it and only thought it was  She was asked to recuperate in another hospital, and she didn't know that Song Yanming asked Chuyao to do something.

    She was originally the daughter of a rich family, but her family was in decline, and she was sold into the Song Mansion as a maidservant. Seeing her beauty, Song Yanming took her as a concubine.  After being spoiled for two years, after she gave birth to Chuyao, her body was not as good as before, and she was lingering on the sick bed for many years. Song Yanming was gradually alienated.  dayIt was hard.

    Over the past ten years of neglect and bullying, alienated the relationship between husband and wife, even so, Ye He is still a little woman who regards her husband as her heaven, and she is a little sad when she suddenly hears that her husband is dead.

    Chu Yao naturally wanted her to be happy and worry-free, so she hid many things.

    "The Song Mansion is no longer here, and neither is Dad." Chu Yao wiped the tears from her face, "From now on, there will only be mother and I, and we will never be separated again."

    "Silly girl, why are there only the two of us?" Ye He stroked the hair on Chuyao's forehead, "Didn't your father promise you to Mr. Rong, and when you get married, you will be a big family?"  .¡±

    Chu Yao was slightly stunned, but Rong Shaoyang even lied to her.

    As the dusk gradually sinks, the sound of the flute flutters with the wind, the insects and birds in the forest sing together, and the leaves fall silently.

    After coaxing her mother to sleep, Chuyao walked out of the bamboo house, looking for the sound of the flute.

    Under the moonlight, the white clothes looked more pure and beautiful. Chu Yao raised his neck, looked up at the figure on the tree, changed the soft voice in the room just now, and said coldly: "What does Rong Shao want me to do?"

    Since Rong Shaoyang took great pains to rescue her mother, he must get something from her. She never believed that there were cheap things that didn't require anything in return.  For example, Xiao Jing cooperated with her to destroy the Song family, but he was elected as the leader of the martial arts in order to support his own power, and when he felt that it would be better to cooperate with Jiang Qianyang, he resolutely abandoned her. People always start to give with the premise of getting  .

    Rong Shaoyang put away the bamboo Xiao, flew down the tree, and stood in front of Song Chuyao.

    The moonlight made his face look even more beautiful, and his dark eyes shone like jewels. He tilted his head slightly, leaned closer to Chuyao, and lightly sniffed her fragrance.

    Suddenly, the long arm stretched around her waist, spun around, and pressed her between the tree trunk and him, with a cold voice: "If I say that I just want to get the most beautiful woman in the world, will you believe it?"

    Chu Yao's water eyes were raised up, there was no wave, only a mocking smile.

    Rong Shaoyang lowered his head, and cold thin lips touched her lips, tender and tender, the tip of his tongue pressed against her lips and teeth, and penetrated into the warm and moist mouth.

    This kiss was slow and gentle, like a believer's most devout worship to Buddha.  It would be even more perfect if she could close her eyes at this time.

    Rong Shaoyang stared straight at her with black eyes, curling her tongue with the tip of his tongue, as if he didn't mind her being unmoved, his palms slowly moved around her waist, took off the thin shirt on the outside of her, and then took off her  Undershirt.

    The night was as cool as water, and Chuyao had goose bumps all over his body the moment his skin was exposed to the air.

    Rong Shaoyang's kiss slowly moved to the collarbone, and he pecked and kissed lightly. Suddenly, he stopped all movements, rested his chin on Chuyao's shoulder, trembling slightly, and there was a deep and pleasant laughter.

    "I'm working so hard, and Ms. Song is not moved. The concentration is really extraordinary." The cold voice was covered with a layer of jokes.

    Chuyao put the clothes back on without saying a word, and said coldly: "Young Master Rong has had enough fun."

    "Are you so sure that I don't want you?" Rong Shaoyang brushed away Chu Yao's messy hair.  I don't know whether she has too little confidence in herself or too much confidence in him.

    "If there is nothing wrong with Rong Shao, Chuyao will go back to the room first." There may be many men who covet her beauty, but Rong Shaoyang is definitely not among them.

    Chu Yao can be sure that this person has blood that is colder than his own.

    "Wait a minute," Rong Shaoyang restrained the smile on his lips, and resumed his usual alienation and warmth: "The map is in your hands."

    "What?" Chuyao asked subconsciously, and immediately realized that what Rong Shaoyang said might be the cowhide map she stole from Song Yanming.

    "I want that picture." Rong Shaoyang said in a firm tone. It took him two years to learn that the picture was in Song Yanming's hands, but when he went to the Song Mansion to inquire, there was no such thing in Song Yanming's secret room.  Zhang Tu, but outsiders want to enter the Song Mansion to steal things, it is as difficult as going to the sky.

    The only possibility is that someone in the Song Mansion stole the picture, and if that person does not arouse Song Yanming's suspicion, he must have no martial arts and is familiar with the layout of the mansion.  With such a mind, he only saw her in the Song family.

    "I can give you the picture, but can Rong Shao promise me one condition." Chu Yao raised her eyes to look at him, the tall figure blocked the light in front of her.

    "You want me to protect your mother and daughter?" Rong Shaoyang pointed out what she was thinking.

    "And get rid of the poison on my mother's body. I believe Rong Shao can do it." Chuyao made the condition firmly. For some reason, his strength made her think that he was omnipotent for a moment.

    "Okay." A word floated lightly in the wind.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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