Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

"Come here!"

Father Rong held a bowl of chicken soup and put it in front of Rong Huang, and rubbed his apron with his hands dipped in water at random, "I'll ask your mother to come down and eat."

Rong Huang was busy bowing his head to drink chicken soup, and he didn't even lift his head when he heard the words.

Father Rong smiled connivingly, and turned upstairs to call Mother Rong down.

Like most women in this world, Mother Yung looks very strong and unsmiling.

Rong Huang sat opposite her, as if returning to a certain world before being called out to talk by the head teacher, he straightened his back subconsciously.

The table was very quiet, occasionally there would be a crisp sound of a spoon hitting the mouth of the bowl.

Mother Rong drank a bowl of chicken soup, put down her spoon, took a piece of paper to wipe her mouth, and looked at Rong Huang with a faint expression, "I heard that you recently fell in love with a man?"

Rong Huang was startled, his cheeks bulged, "No, who did your mother talk nonsense in front of you, right?"

Mother Rong glanced at Rong Huang suspiciously, and said softly, "Don't be so nervous, it doesn't matter if you have it, but it's just a man. If you want it, you can grab it home."

Rong Huang was almost choked by what Rong Mother said, and subconsciously turned his eyes to look at Father Rong on the right hand of Rong Mother.

Sure enough, I saw that Yung's ears were red, and even his face and neck were all red.

Rong Huang: "..."

The big man blushed like this, which is really unsightly.

But this is the world of female respect, and men are a little weaker, and others will not find it strange.

No, Rong's mother had a smile on her expressionless face when she saw Yung's father's shy look.

Rong Huang buried his face in the bowl and drank the last sip of chicken soup.

Although I didn't eat much, I felt full.

Pulling a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, Rong Huang stood up and said softly, "I have something to deal with. Go up first."

Mother Rong nodded, "Go."

When Rong Huang turned upstairs, she heard Mother Rong complaining to Father Rong, "The girl looks like you. Whenever I can change this soft temper."

Rong Huang's steps upstairs stopped for a moment, and pulled down the squeegee that was swinging on her hair.

Back in the room, Rong Huang put the water on the dressing table and asked Shui Shui, "Is the king of me very soft?"

What about the female version of Godzilla?

Shui Shui was very eager to survive and shook his head quickly, "No, no, you are super fierce, King."

"Really good."

After admiring the original owner's room, Rong Huang went to the cloakroom to fetch a set of pajamas and underwear, and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom door snapped shut, and Shuishi slammed his head against the door, clutching his forehead and crying.

Everyone is a girl, what happened to the bath?

Shui Shui just wanted to complain, and found that she couldn't speak anymore.

Shui Shui: "..." I don't feel in love anymore.

Half an hour later, Rong Huang walked out of the bathroom, covered in water vapor.

The slippers stepped on the wooden floor, leaving a series of footprints.

Rong Huang squeezed a decision at will, and the originally wet waist-length hair dried completely in an instant.

Rong Huang picked up the comb on the dressing table, combed his hair one after another, and at the same time ordered Shuishi, "Tell me all the names of the women in Mourning."

Shui Shui quickly made the list and presented it in Rong Huang's mind.

Rong Huang sent all these names to Secretary Li and asked her to check the identities of these people.

According to the original owner's understanding of Mourning's servant, Mourning's women are either rich or noble, and they are all outstanding.

Cut off the contact between these women and Mourning first, and then Mourning can deal with it.