Farmers have children to raise

Chapter 212 Climb the Wall! (1)
In a daze, Baochun felt his body was held in place by an invisible force, unable to move.

She was so startled that she woke up suddenly. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a person standing beside the bed. She was almost scared to death.

The house was burglarized!
Subconsciously, she wanted to call someone, but before she could make a sound, the person beside the bed said, "It's me."

"Young Lord Rong?" Baochun recognized it, "It's late at night, you don't sleep at home, what are you doing here? Don't tell me, you are sleepwalking."

"I don't have that habit." Rong Zheng said.

In fact, Baochun was still very scared. In the middle of the night, when he woke up, there was a person standing beside the bed, who was not afraid of anyone. Besides, this person was Young Lord Rong, a moody bully.

The most important thing is that he seems to have been missed by this bully. Could it be that he has run out of patience and doesn't want to play anymore, so he is going to rape her first and then kill her?
If that's the case, according to the disparity in skill between the two parties, it would be almost a matter of minutes to clean her up.

Should she swear to the death and not surrender, or should the hero give in to a bully like him?

No, the commotion is so loud, why didn't Xiong Zi respond at all?

Baochun quickly looked at his son in the bed, saw him motionless, and said viciously, "What did you do to him?"

"If you click on the sleeping points, you will only sleep better." Rong Zheng said.

Baochun checked it worriedly, and seeing that it was indeed the case, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the person beside the bed, and forced himself to calm down, "What's the point of visiting late at night?"

Baochun was wearing a quilt, sitting on the bed, staring at him.

"Let me ask, this afternoon, when you touched that actor, which hand was it?" Rong Zheng said slowly.

"Mingyue?" Baochun was surprised.

As soon as these words came out, it was obvious that the temperature in the room had dropped several degrees, and she subconsciously wrapped the quilt tightly.

"Why do you ask this?" In the middle of the night, like a ghost, just because of this, who is sick?
"I asked clearly, so I can cut off that hand." Rong Zheng said calmly.

"Chop, chop?" Baochun opened his eyes wide, "Why, why?"

Rong Zheng glanced at her exposed arm, "Because it touched something it shouldn't?"

Baochun looked at his hand blankly, realized something, and ground his molars, "Did you make a mistake, you should cut mine if you want to cut it? After all, I took the initiative to pull his hand."

Rong Zheng glared at her coldly, "I won't chop yours, I'll only chop other people's, and if I touch that place, I'll chop that place."

The words were very calm, but she could feel the hidden chill and anger, this was not casual talk, but would actually be put into practice, Bao Chun couldn't help shivering, and stared at him blankly.

Rong Zheng moved closer, without further ado, grabbed Baochun's hand, and rubbed it slowly in his broad palm, Baochun's fine hair stood on end.

"Is mine comfortable to touch, or his?" Rong Zheng raised his head and stared at her and asked, "Think about it, and then answer me when you think about it."

Do you even need to think about it, of course Mingyue's hand is comfortable to the touch, white and slender, weak and boneless, like a water onion, the softness is not as soft as she feels, let alone you?

But can she say that?Don't look at that person's emotions from beginning to end, but the monstrous anger hidden under the surface can be smelled by her even hundreds of miles away. If she tells the truth, it is estimated that Mingyue is not only a hand, but even a head. moved.

"This, this..." Baochun stammered a little, "Is there no comparison between the two? What is the comparison between a noble prince and an opera singer?"

Young Lord Rong was dissatisfied with this answer, so he rubbed a lot more vigorously, wishing to rub off a layer of skin in that posture.

Don't look at Baochun, she is laughing and laughing on the surface, flexible and stretchable, but actually has a stubborn temper in her bones, which exceeds her tolerance, so she is a master who takes soft things but not tough ones.

The harder you push, the more she will bounce back.

She broke away from the man's hand, "If you want to chop it off, you can go. Ren Mingyue's hand is comfortable to the touch, even if it is chopped off, it is more comfortable to the touch than your little prince Rong's hand."

I saw the blue veins on Rong Zheng's forehead twitching violently, and his eyes were fierce, "Say it again."

Baochun met his gaze, "It's the same if I repeat it a hundred times. Mingyue's hands feel more comfortable than your little prince Rong's. No matter how domineering your little prince Rong is, it's possible that you can still get into my mind and change my mind." My idea doesn't work."

Rong Zheng's face was dark, and he clenched his fists, "I can't change it, but I can make him disappear."

Baochun sneered, "Yes, your little prince Rong is domineering and arrogant, who knows? As long as it is something you fancy, you will definitely seize it, regardless of other people's wishes. You said you would not force me, but now you What are you doing?"

"I want to tell you that you don't need to accept me, but you don't want to touch other men. I don't care what happened to you in the past. From now on, if you touch one, I will kill one. If you don't believe me, just watch. "Rong Zheng said expressionlessly.

"You, you bastard." Baochun cursed angrily, "Then I see so many patients every day, why don't you kill them?"

"I really want to." Rong Zheng said, "But that's the last line I left for you."

"Who asked you to stay, you bully." Bao Chun picked up the pillow and threw it at the man, "Go to hell, you are such an overbearing, unreasonable and unreasonable person who kills people at every turn, who dares to follow you?"

Rong Zheng caught the oncoming pillow and sneered, "Don't care about me, from the beginning to the end, you were not prepared to agree to me, but today, I will tell you that your man can only be me , I advise you, stop thinking about what you shouldn't, and stop messing up people, otherwise, you know I can do anything."

Baochun was trembling with anger, unable to speak for a long time, he could only stare blankly.

It seems that the badness of this person that I have experienced before is still superficial.

Rong Zheng walked over, put the pillow on the head of the bed, and straightened it. Then, looking at Baochun on the bed, he stretched out his hand and touched Baochun's face.

Baochun turned his head away and dodged it.

(End of this chapter)