Chapter 44 My sweetheart is none other than you!
There was only one bed in the Xiaozhulou, and Yang Rongrong couldn't find a spare bed for a while. Should she have to make a bed on the floor tonight?
It's a pity that she has an old bone and has to sleep on the ground.
It would be nice if her Qiankun Bag was still there.
She had everything in her Qiankun bag, including the bed she bought at a super low price while taking advantage of the furniture store's clearance sale.
Seeing his mother's frown, Rokuro took the initiative to ask.
"Mother, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Rongrong sighed: "I miss my Qiankun Bag so much."
When she was trapped in the dungeon in Jinqiu City, Qingli searched her Universe Bag away. Since then, she has never seen her Universe Bag again, and she will probably never find it back again.
Unexpectedly, the next moment she saw Rokuro open his mouth and spit out a Qiankun bag like a magic trick.
"Mother, here you are."
Yang Rongrong took this extremely familiar Qiankun bag, opened it with excitement, and found that everything inside was there and nothing was lost.
She was immediately overjoyed: "Where did you find this Universe Bag?"
When Mukuro saw his mother happy, he laughed too.
"The bad guy gave it to me. He used this to deceive me. Fortunately, I was smart and not only didn't let him succeed, but I also got my mother's Qiankun bag back."
At the end of the sentence, it couldn't help but puff out its little chest, and the slender tail behind it couldn't help but emerge and sway.
He looked as if he was waiting to be praised.
Yang Rongrong bent down and gave it a firm smack on its forehead.
"Baby is awesome!"
Mukuro blushed shyly, and his tail waggled even more behind him.
Suddenly a cold voice came out from behind Yang Rongrong.
"What are you guys doing?"
Yang Rongrong was startled, and immediately turned around and saw Shen Wenqu standing outside the door at some point.
He must have seen the scene just now, his eyes were very cold.
Liulang hugged Yang Rongrong's calf and said to Shen Wenqu in a show-off tone.
"Grandpa, mother kissed me just now!"
Although his reason told Shen Wenqu that he shouldn't be so jealous, he still felt sour in his heart.
He asked coldly: "Who is your grandfather?"
"Mother said that you are her father and my grandfather." When Liu Lang said this, he raised his head and looked at Yang Rongrong, "Mother, are you right?"
Yang Rongrong nodded and said it was right.
Shen Wenqu: "Sang Chun, you and I are not related by blood."
"Although I was not born to you, you saved my life. To me, you are my reborn parent. In my heart, you are more important than my biological father!"
She spoke sincerely, and every word came from her heart.
Shen Wenqu couldn't listen anymore.
He took out the jade box, threw it into Yang Rongrong's arms, and then strode away without looking back.
Yang Rongrong opened the jade box and saw a beautiful purple flower inside, and murmured: "Is this the tempered coriander flower that the master said?"
The little yellow chicken came out of her sleeve and looked at the flowers in the jade box and said.
"Shen Wenqian is pretty good to you. Even though he was so angry, he still didn't forget to give you the tempered genk flower."
Yang Rongrong closed the jade box: "I'm not bad to him. I consider him my father."
Shen Wenqu, who had just left and returned, happened to hear these last words and couldn't help but pause in his steps.
Yang Rongrong looked at him, surprised: "Do you have anything else?"
Not far after Shen Wenqu walked out, he suddenly remembered that he had not mentioned the use of quenched coriander flowers, so he turned back and unexpectedly heard Yang Rongrong's words.
His expression became colder and colder, and his tone was hard.
"Pink one petal into a cup of water, one cup every day." Yang Rongrong wrote down his words.
"Thank you father!"
When Shen Wenqu, who was about to leave, heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore and said to her seriously.
"Don't call me father anymore, just call me master like before."
Yang Rongrong: "But..."
Shen Wenqu interrupted her: "You keep calling me father. It can easily cause misunderstanding if others hear you."
Yang Rongrong smiled clearly: "I understand."
Shen Wenqu didn't know why: "What do you know?"
"If you have a eldest daughter, it will not only be bad for your reputation, but also affect your pursuit of your sweetheart. You saved my life and are my benefactor. Naturally, I cannot retaliate and ruin your marriage. Don't worry. Well, I will definitely not yell again in the future!"
Yang Rongrong raised her hand to promise.
Shen Wenqu looked at her steadily: "Do you know who my sweetheart is?"
"Of course I know, it's not that one!"
At this moment, Shen Wenqu forgot his second senior brother's instructions and couldn't help blurting out on impulse.
"My sweetheart is none other than you!"
Yang Rongrong was startled for a moment, then smiled.
It was the kind of smile you get when you hear a joke.
Shen Wenqu understood immediately that she didn't believe what he said.
He took a step forward and approached Yang Rongrong, lowering his voice and emphasizing.
"I'm not joking."
Yang Rongrong smiled and asked, "Then tell me, what does love feel like?"
Shen Wengui was silent.
Yang Rongrong then put away her smile and spoke lightly.
"You say you love me, but in the 30 years I have been with you, I have never felt a trace of love from you. All you have given me is indifference. If this is the way you love someone, then I Choose to refuse!”
Shen Wengui opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something.
But in the end I chose to keep my mouth shut.
Yang Rongrong didn't want to get entangled in these old millet and rotten sesame seeds anymore.
She chose to change the subject and talk about something else.
"The bed in my room is too old and not suitable for Master's status. Why don't you sleep in this room tonight?"
After saying that, she took out the bed, tables, chairs, screens and other furniture that she bought at a very low price from the Qiankun bag, as well as the quilts and pillows that came with the purchase of the furniture.
In the blink of an eye, this empty guest room was decorated into something presentable.
Seeing this well-equipped room, Shen Wenqu felt a little more comfortable.
It must have cost a lot of spiritual stones to buy so many things.
It seems that the disciple is quite interested in him.
Yang Rongrong bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
"It's getting late. Master, please rest early. Disciple, take your leave."
After saying that, she held a cane in one hand and held Mukuro with the other and walked out.
The little yellow chicken remembered what Shen Wenqu said just now, and the soul of gossip in his heart burned.
It couldn't help but say: "I feel like Shen Wenjun really likes you."
Yang Rongrong yawned and replied casually.
"is it?"
The little yellow chicken argued: "Have you seen the tassel hanging on the Wuwu Sword? You made it yourself, and he has been carrying it with him for so many years. And, he is willing to sacrifice his life for you. Yuan, if he didn’t have you in his heart, he wouldn’t be able to do this!”
(End of this chapter)