Zhao Rong felt something extremely oppressive falling on his face.

This is Qingjun's sight.

Zhao Rong's expression did not change, he still pinched Qian'er's face with his hand and looked at Qing Jun with a smile.

He was also observing her face carefully.

The two looked at each other.

Obviously, time has only passed for a short while, just like the hourglass of time, only a few grains of white dust have fallen.

Zhao Rong's laughter had just finished speaking, but it was still echoing in the narrow streets.

Qian'er was still stunned after her face was pinched by a certain claw again, and she didn't have time to react.

Such a short time.

Zhao Rong felt that his life had been extremely long.

His eyes met with Qingjun's.

Just like one glance, it lasts ten thousand years.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

The cold-tempered woman in front of him sometimes gave him the impression that she was a clumsy and obedient woman.

Sometimes, it is a beautiful green lotus that can be seen from a distance but not played with, isolated from the world, pure and pure.

And sometimes, like a wise, arrogant and cold fairy in the sky, looking down on the world from a high place.

Just like now, no one can guess what she is thinking or knowing.

Zhao Rong knew that these three completely different Qingjuns were not actually contradictory.

It's just his subjective feeling.

And this feeling comes from...the inevitable gap between people.

Even couples and relatives who are close to each other may have this kind of estrangement because of a minor conflict.

What's more, Zhao Rong actually has a little fox hidden in his heart.

So he subjectively felt "far".

But what Zhao Rong was not sure about was.

At this moment, Qingjun was quietly looking at him, wondering if he felt the same way as him.

But Zhao Rong knew.

As long as he takes a step forward, takes Qingjun's hand, and feels her softness and warmth.

This barrier will disappear immediately.

Then Qingjun will become a woman who is close to him again.

This is a strange experience between lovers. Sometimes, among thousands of words of love, none of the actions of "making the other person feel that you care" are important.

But the root of the problem still exists.

Will come again in the future.

As for how to solve it.

Zhao Rong has actually been waiting.

Wait until that time when the two people's hearts connected and the lake turned upside down, the "consequences" appeared.

It's just that Qingjun kept acting as if nothing had happened, leaving him unsure whether she had the means to take a look.

In other words, what did you see at that glance?

At the same time, Zhao Rong was still waiting for the right time to come.

Let Xiaoxiao and Qingjun meet safely.

He wanted to make sure that the meeting between the two would go without a hitch.

Zhao Rong didn't want to take even a 10% risk.

Because Zhao Rong could not afford any loss to the two first-class women in his heart.

So he kept waiting and waiting until now.

Is this really the right time?

In the quiet alley at this moment.

Zhao Rong's expression was calm, but he was fighting endlessly inside.

There was only Qingjun in his field of vision.

The cold woman who looked a little 'far away'.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt an urge to rush forward, hugging her, and rubbing her tightly into his heart regardless of his own safety.

It's just that before this emotion has reached its climax, someone has already taken action.

Zhao Lingfei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her green and Dutch-colored embroidered shoes suddenly took a small step forward, then stopped, as if accidentally.

But then her embroidered shoes continued to rise again.

Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and adjusted her wide and elegant purple sleeves on her right hand, then walked slowly to Zhao Rong's side and gently took his arm.

She tightened her hands around Zhao Rong's arms.

At the same time, his autumn eyes moved, he glanced at Qian'er who looked aggrieved, and nodded lightly.

"Well, she is indeed a little maid. I am not the same as her."

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, feeling the warmth and softness of the body of the woman holding hands and leaning against him.

This warm feeling is transmitted continuously.

This is true for both of them.

Zhao Rong turned his head and quietly looked at Qingjun's beautiful curved profile, and pursed his lips.

"Miss."

Qian'er shouted sadly.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled lightly, raised her bare hand, and took down Zhao Rong's hand that was still holding Qian'er's red face, as if she had forgotten to put it down.

The little girl's round face, which had suffered so much, finally escaped the clutches of the devil.

She whined twice, and finally she was so angry that she punched Zhao Rong twice with her pink fist, "Brother Smelly Rong'er, you are a big pig's hooves, you know how to bully me..."

Zhao Rong ignored the little girl's thoughts for a while.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand that had just squeezed Qian'er. A soft and white plain hand was covering the back of his hand, and he was about to pull away at this moment.

Zhao Rong silently grabbed her with his backhand and tightly grasped her catkins with his big hands.

Her thumb caressed and rubbed Zhao Lingfei's palm.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyes slightly and glanced at her husband.

This small intimate gesture made the two of them silently understand each other, standing next to each other.

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled and said: "It's getting late, so let's go back to the academy first."

Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er both nodded.

The former took Zhao Rong's arm and walked towards the entrance of the alley together.

Qian'er stood still and did not immediately move to follow.

The little girl stood tall and graceful, with her hands behind her back, and the look of grievance on her face had disappeared.

Her face was still red, but her face was calm. She quietly stared at the backs of Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei for a while.

"Brother Rong'er... has really changed a lot... Is it Uncle Xiaobai's bottle of wine? Well, he has the monthly money... During the days when I was away, the lady seemed to have had a lot of things happen with him...

And, well, Brother Stinky Rong'er, even I can't recognize him, he's a big stinky pig's hoof..."

After a while, Zhao Qianer tilted her head and smiled, and quickly chased the young lady and uncle who were about to go away in front of them.

Zhao Rong returned to Linlu Academy with Qingjun and Qianer.

He followed the procedures and helped Qian'er register on the admission list.

The next time she comes to look for him, she will no longer be blocked by the rules of the academy.

Zhao Rong and his party of three were walking on the way back to Mochi Academy.

It's just that the combination of a man named Zhao Rong and two beauties is really eye-catching.

Today, Concubine Zhao Ling is dressed in dark purple clothes again, which are transformed from purity. Apart from the color, anyone with a discerning eye will know that this purple clothes is mysterious and unusual.

Therefore, it is inevitable to avoid the side glances of passers-by.

This made Zhao Rong, who was somewhat macho, a little troubled.
To be continued...