Chu Liang's old mansion is not small, and there are eight houses and firewood houses combined.

Meng Xiannian glanced at it and took the lead in entering the room farthest from the door.

This room should have been inhabited by people, and it should be an old man. The furniture in the house is old-fashioned, and there are a lot of piles of things.

His gaze was like lightning, and he stared at the half-human tall wooden screen in the corner almost as soon as he entered the door. The somewhat heavy wooden screen was already covered with dust, but some dust had been rubbed off the edges.

It was supposed to be an old-fashioned clean room. There should be a bucket behind the screen.

Meng Xinian immediately flashed over, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Behind the screen, there was no Gong bucket, but there was a woman lying on her side on the ground, with a wound on her forehead, bleeding half of her face, and already a little dry.

The woman wore a dark blue suit, a pair of small black leather shoes, and her hair was combed in a bun.

Meng Xiannian recognized it at a glance.

Chief's Wife!

She still breathes, but it's faint.

Like Chu Liang, if you don't get treatment as soon as possible, it is estimated that it will be difficult to survive the successful rescue!

For a while, Meng Xinian's deep eyes surged with murderous intent, and his eyes were extremely fierce.

Footsteps outside were near.

He suppressed the surging anger and killing intent in his heart, and immediately retreated to the door, hanging his head and sweeping the floor, as if he hadn't swept inside yet.

Sure enough, in the next second, Target No. 3 appeared at the door.

"Cousin Chu Liang, I'm resting in this room for the time being, it's not convenient for you to come in and clean up for me!"

This man, why did he pick this room to clean first?

However, seeing that he hadn't walked to the screen yet, Target Three's expression was slightly relieved.

As long as they insist until there is news from the eldest brother, the three people who came in can be dealt with directly, and now they will take precautions first, and if they are not allowed to leave, there will be no problems.

Meng Xinian seemed to be very embarrassed, so he hurriedly came out with a broom, "Then I'll go sweep other houses." ”

Target No. 3 had no other reason to stop him for a while, and in broad daylight, if they really aroused their suspicions, they would be exposed when they shouted loudly.

Thinking that his brothers were always good at hiding, it should be no problem, so he went with him.

However, she also followed alongside, interjecting from time to time, so that every room in Meng's past years was just swept casually.

Jiang Xiao baked the egg cake, and the aroma filled the room, making people feel that their stomachs were about to scream.

"Sister-in-law, I want to eat four egg cakes!" Zhao Xin swallowed.

Anyway, he is acting in his true colors, so he can say what he needs to say at this time, but it is more real.

Jiang Xiao's baked cakes were stacked on two plates, if there were only four of them here, it would definitely be enough for one person to divide four sheets, and how many could there be left.

"And the porridge, you can't eat so many cakes, save some for tomorrow early to eat. That's all you have at your cousin's house. Target Three disagreed.

Zhao Xin looked at Jiang Xiao pitifully.

Jiang Xiao sweats.

This kid has a baby face, and when he shows this expression, he is really stupid and cute. The question is, is it useful to sell cuteness and pity with her now?

Meng walked to Jiang Xiao in the past year, took out a big unity from his pocket, handed it to her, and said very honestly: "Xiaoxiao, you go out with Xinzi, buy more flour and eggs, and buy some gauze." Since we are here, we have to take care of Liangzi and make up for everything we eat. As he spoke, he reached out to Jiang Xiao and pulled the scattered strands of hair behind his ears.

Jiang Xiao only felt that the place where his calloused fingers touched it couldn't help but be a little itchy, but when he heard his words that were as low as mosquitoes coming into his ears, he could only endure not to slap his hand away.