MTL - My Family Really Has A Goldmine-Chapter 63 Rose puff

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Rong Rong had a dream when he was a child.

When I grow up, I open a cake shop and have cakes that I can't eat every day.

Although the cakes in front of her are not so exaggerated, she certainly can't finish them.

She bit her knife and fork and glanced at Shen Du, who was sitting next to her.

He leaned on the sofa, holding the mobile phone in one hand, staring at the screen with his other hand, and walking the cat.

The little milk cat lay on his thigh, with his two front paws supporting his chin. From time to time, he looked up to see Shen Du's eyes, then lowered his head and continued to close his eyes and enjoy.

The slender and powerful hand slid on its spine, and looked up and meowed cutely, Shen Du looked down at it, followed by a smile on the corner of his lips, his fingertips moved to his chin, and scratched casually and gently under.

Cutie closed her eyes and murmured contentment.

The man laughed twice and continued to look at his cell phone.

One person and one cat are so harmonious.

He was dressed in simple white lining, and his eyes were smiling and looked better than cats.

The cutie hasn't grown up, almost white, lying on his lap, and his laziness looks like him.

Rong Rong was a little upset and poked at his arm with a raised hand: "Be careful that it gets out of your hair and gets on your pants."

"It doesn't matter."

She had nothing to say, so she had to tilt her head and eat her cake in silence.

After taking a bite, I felt completely boring. Looking at the scene where people were teasing the cat, I put down the knife and fork decisively and hugged the cuteness on the floor.

"Huh?" Shen Du said a subconscious hum and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Rong Rong pointed to his thigh: "I lost hair."

Black trousers were stained with white cat hair.

The cute jumped off the sofa climbed up again, and the meat claws stepped on Shen Du's body, facing him.

Perhaps he wanted a nesting place. Rong Rong saw it stepping on the center of his thigh and lying in the middle of his legs in a very lazy posture.

The cat is very light. It is estimated that it didn't hurt, and Shen Du didn't make any big movements, but still frowned slightly, holding its paws subconsciously and then taking it away.

Being taken away by the paw, the cute simply took that place as a pillow.

Then Enron closed his eyes.

Rong Rong is almost stunned, and she can't usually stay on her thigh for half a minute. Is it so comfortable with an extra pillow?

The milk cat was very warm. After lying for a while, Shen Du felt that heat had penetrated into the skin through the trousers.

The man asked her softly, "Does it usually sleep with you here?"

Rong Rong's attention was all on the cat, blurted out: "I don't have this thing."

The implication is that I see my cat sleeping on your pillow as a pillow.

The man paused bizarrely for two seconds, and was rarely stupefied by a big truth.

The atmosphere was awkward, Rong Rong added weakly: "... it will lie down for a while and won't really sleep, rest assured."

Shen Du stared at her: "Relax?"

Rong Rong squeezed an awkward smile, biting the knife and fork vaguely: "Don't ask, you and I all understand."

When the man looked at her and said nothing, the meaning in his eyes was unknown. It took a long while for him to ask, "What do you know?"

Rong Rong, whose original theoretical knowledge was not sufficient, actually had a faint understanding of this aspect, and thought that Shen Du had deliberately acted stupid because he couldn't pull down, and got up and planned to take the cat away.

"I carried it to bed."

The cat was originally sensitive to the surrounding movements. Rong Rong's hand opened and opened his eyes. He was just lifted up, and he cuddled out his nails subconsciously and grasped it on Shendu's pants.

Rong Rong frowned, a subconscious tugging.

The cute grip tightened, and the nails rubbed against the fabric, making a slight noise.

Every man usually responds very quickly at this time.

Shen Du frowned, flinging his cute claws, closing his legs, blocking his hand almost where the cat was scratched.

It's just a quick response in a few seconds, and Rong Rong has a panoramic view without a single frame. His look is complicated.

She hesitated for a long time, but as the host of the original figure, she was very responsible and asked the phrase: "Don't you hurt?"

People didn't answer her, just looked at her face with a calm face.

"If you are hurt, you must say it." Rong Rong touched the cat in her arms and cooked it for fear of Shendu's anger. "Don't worry about this between male and female friends."

The man was finally defeated, and his ears were a little red, and he seemed to blame her: "Rong Rong, can you say a few more sentences?"

Rong Rongxun nodded, beating twice with a cute gesture.

Finally, he smiled fortunately and made a clearance for himself: "Fortunately, I don't have a dog."

Shen Du dragged Zhang Leng's face and asked her, "Are you just looking forward to that?"

Rong Rong swallowed: "Don't do me wrong."

"You rest assured." Shen Du raised his eyebrows, calmly: "For you, I will protect it."

Rong Rong put out two words: "Thank you."

Their conversation seemed increasingly strange.

Obviously no one said banned words, but just felt that there was a colored chat between adults.

This big night is really not socialist.

Rong Rong grabbed the corner of the skirt and continued to sit down and eat the cake.

She was absent-minded.

Shen Du only cares about the cat without looking at her. She thinks it tastes like chewing wax. Now Shen Du is not looking at the cat and looks at her to eat. She doesn't think it's even gentle.

Cute doesn't know when she climbed up again, looking like a pillow, Rong Rong lifted it with annoyance and dropped it again.

"You are not allowed to lie here. You must lie back in your own nest."

How could a cat understand this, was dropped and persevered and continued to climb up.

Rong Rong hummed, lying on the sofa, leaning on Shen Du's thigh.

Then she looked at the cute proudly: "I want to lie here too, you go."

The cute simply jumped on her, stepped on it twice to find the softest place, and lay down on another comfortable pillow.

This time Shen Du threw it down.

Cutie finally gave up and went to grind his paw beside.

He raised an eyebrow and looked down at the little girl lying on his lap: "Does it still like to sleep here?"

Rong Rong stood up and looked at him puzzled.

Without waiting for her to say anything, the man's eyes flowed, and he froze her bangs, and paused for two seconds before saying, "I want to lie here too."

"..."

She blushed and smashed a particularly large cake, and waited for him to react to her mouth.

Shen Du opened his lips subconsciously, with cream on the corners of his mouth.

He wasn't angry, and his throat moved, he ate the cake, and then looked at her quietly.

Rong Rong's guilty conscience also ate a big mouth, took a piece of paper and handed it to him, wanting him to wipe his mouth.

The man didn't move, but moved his face closer to her: "Whoever gets the one is in charge."

Rong Rong bit his lip, rudely covered the tissue near his mouth, and wiped it all around.

"Rong Rong." Shen Du finally hid, looking helpless: "You hurt me."

Rong Rong scolded in his heart.

He seduce first!

She yelled, pressing Shen Du's shoulders with both hands and pressing him against the sofa.

The man just looked at her with those good looking eyes.

Rong Rong bowed his head and bit his mouth.

She tried to use his tongue to pry open the man's teeth, but she only heard a smirk in his throat, and rubbed his head pettifully.

Then obediently opened his teeth.

Rong Rong didn't know how to carry out a strong kiss operation, nor would she do the kind of entanglement of two people's tongues. When she found Shen Du's tongue, she rolled it up and sucked hard.

The exchange of saliva made her heart beat a little faster.

She wouldn't change her breath, she would rob the air in Shendu's mouth when she was full of energy, and the man gave a snoring sound, which seemed a little uncomfortable.

Rong Rongzhen blushed, raised his head and pointed his nose toward the nose.

Shen Du breathed a sigh of relief, and squeezed her face angrily: "Take it lightly?"

"Not good." Rong Rong looked at him uneasily, his voice trembled: "You seduce me first."

"I know." Shen Du sat up holding her, chuckling her eyes with a low smile: "So I'm responsible."

He covered her lips again, and Qing Qing's pupils were full of smiles.

Rong Rong knelt between his legs, and gradually his legs became numb.

She moved her knees to make her legs feel better, and her hard kneecap accidentally hit him somewhere.

The man snorted again, only listening to some pain.

He rested his chin on Rong Rong's shoulder, his voice was still a little hoarse, and his voice was intermittent: "Like your kitten, it's not kind."

Rong Rong shrank back, "Is it really hurt?"

She was holding Shen Du's face, only to find that a thin layer of sweat had formed in his forehead.

Does it hurt so much?

Rong Rong wiped his sweat, and his tone was anxious: "Is it all right?"

The man shook his head slightly.

"You're sweating." Rong Rong touched his face again. "The face is also very hot."

Shen Du smiled bitterly, holding her hand to her lips and kissing: "I don't hurt."

"You don't need to comfort me." The little girl said in a low tone. "It's all my fault."

Sometimes, he didn't want to be so clear.

But she seemed very simple sometimes, and sometimes she knew everything. Shen Du really couldn't figure out what she knew about these.

She wanted to go step by step, but she always seduce every nerve of him unconsciously.

He didn't want to make her blush, but in the end it was often she couldn't get off the stage by herself.

Like now.

Shen Du reached out his hand, and patted her lightly on the cheek, panting and blame her:

"Stupid girl, I'm stupid."

She should have understood, and her apologetic face suddenly changed her secondary expression.

Shameless and helpless.

Then there was a dignified look on her face like a strong man's broken wrist.

Shen Du sighed and motioned for her to get up and change the subject after calming down: "You said you worked a day today, what did you do?"

Rong Rong said dumbly, "Ah, I promised a brand to cooperate, and I wanted to paint the shell of the new eyeshadow panel."

"Can you show me?"

"But you're not interested in painting." She blinked, puzzled.

"I'm not interested in painting, but I'm interested in you." Shen Du managed a few wrinkled shirts: "Is this a pleasure to see?"

Rong Rong certainly was willing to stand up and lead him into the studio.

Turning on the light, most of the paintings on the wall have been covered by her with white cloth, only a few small pieces of paper on the angled drawing board are still exposed.

It's all fruit.

Peach, lemon, kiwi and watermelon.

Rong Rong laughed: "Does it look good?"

Shen Du saw her work for the first time, but still felt familiar.

He nodded: "It's pretty, have you ever painted oil?"

"I usually draw sketches when I'm fine."

Shen Du didn't ask again. Rong Rong thought he probably didn't know much about it, so there was nothing to ask.

She gave a slight cough, and said positively, "Aren't you very good at copying rainbow farts? Why can't you exaggerate in front of me?"

Shen Du looked down at her.

"What's wrong? Aren't you my fan?" Rong Rong raised her eyebrows, a little bit proud in her tone: "I'm still the richest man on the gift list."

Shen Du opened her lips slightly, and her expression was a little helpless.

Suddenly the cell phone in his pocket rang, Rong Rong glanced at the caller ID and went out.

"I'll take a call."

After she went out, Shen Du casually glanced at the paintings covered with white cloth.

He certainly couldn't go up.

I just noticed a few drafts lying on her desk.

Shen Du walked over, and it was all some sketches, the thickness and thickness of the lines were different, and she should have used it to practice pens.

He reached out and flipped through several.

Until the bottom exposed a few fine-line paintings.

Shen Du pulled it out subconsciously and looked at it.

The outline of the man painted is no stranger, it is a face that he can see in the mirror every morning when he gets up.

The lower right corner is the name of the man, and the date is set.

Very early, last year.

There is also a heart of love.

The studio door was reopened, and Rong Rong was a little excited: "Mr. Shen, I am going to France next month ..."

Before she could fully speak, the entire sight was blocked by the man's chest, the back of her head was snapped, and there was a warmth on her lips.

Aggressive kisses are coming.

Rong Rong couldn't respond. He leaned on the door and stared at him with a dull expression.

The man's slightly hot breath hit her on the cheek.

He tried to suppress his smile, but still showed his feet.

The voice is low-dumb but full of confusion, which replicates the rainbow fart that fans often use to confess.

"Rongrong, grass powder?"

The author has something to say: Scribble! !! !! !! !! Bold! !! !! Not grass is not Mary Sue! !! !!

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There are no products appearing in this chapter, mainly in the emotional line

So I pulled a rose puff out as the title