According to the rules of the martial world, it's usually Zhao Rong feeding others a mouthful of dog food.
But unexpectedly, tonight he was fed dog food in his own home, and it was from his own wife.
What can be tolerated, who cannot.
Seeing Su Xiaoxiao at the table with her big, round eyes, Zhao Rong nodded in satisfaction. Yes, she must have realized the seriousness of "sitting improperly."
He rubbed the head of the "little dummy" in front of him with cute hair buns, blinking his eyes.
This is his hard-raised little fox lady, he can't let her be easily taken away by others~ Ahem, even Qing Jun can't, unless they get close or pile up at that time...
So, Xiaoxiao, in the future, you should understand the things you're supposed to at the right time and place...
Imagining this, Zhao Rong's hand, which was patting Su Xiaoxiao's head, couldn't help but slowly explore her face, pinching her rosy little cheeks...
