Murong Rong crawled out from under the bed, took an iron rod, climbed in and hid it under the bed.
Open the closet, pick up a few big stones and hide them inside, then lay a layer of clothes neatly on them.
The corners of Yinzai's lips curved into a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "Wife, what are you doing?"
Murong Rong was startled and almost stepped on the fruit knife on the ground. "You...when did you come back?"
Yinzai stared at the fruit knife half a foot away from Murong Rong's feet, with its smooth feet and sharp blade.
With a quick step, he grabbed Murong Rong's arm and pulled it aside, picking up the fruit knife on the ground. He suddenly became angry: "What are you doing with so many knives? If you want to die, get away and don't dirty my house."
Does she know that this little thing is dangerous? There are knives everywhere and she doesn't wear shoes. She doesn't want to live, right?
Having been stolen, Murong giggled, turning his head again and again, twisting his fingers nervously, "This... this... I want to peel the fruit..."
Yinzai raised his thick brows, and the coldness in his eyes grew stronger, "Where's the fruit?"
"Eat...finished..." Murong Rong lowered her head guiltily.
Yinzai picked up the hemp rope on the ground again, dangled it in front of Murong Rong, and asked coldly: "Where is this?"
"This..." Murong Rong quickly took it over, waved the rope and jumped on the spot a few times, "This skipping rope is for exercising, hehe, hehe..."
Yinzai opened the cabinet and threw away the clothes on it. He pointed at the big stone in the cabinet and stared at Murong Rong sharply and gloomily.
Under his sharp gaze, Murong Rong was suffocated by invisible pressure. She glanced around, but she didn't dare to look at him. "This, this... is like this. Press the clothes and make them conform."
, will not be loose, this is the latest household knowledge circulated on the Internet..."
"Really?" Yinzai smiled slowly. His teeth were very white, and his smile was cold and eerie.
Murong Rong lowered his head and looked at his feet, too nervous to move.
Yinzai kicked it under the bed, and the hidden iron rod made a clanging sound, "Where is this, reserved for hunting mice?"
"Hehe...hehe..." Besides giggling, Murong Rong didn't know how to lie, so he could only say, "Hehe...hehe...":
Yinzai rolled his eyes at her with disdain, "You are so stupid."