The night became a little thicker, and Han Mei staggered through the small city of Qinzhou City, which had a very beautiful scenery. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info was covered in blood, and the shoes under her feet had been lost, she kept running, picking up secluded and winding alleys, and finally shook off the pursuers behind her.

Such a desperate escape almost exhausted the last of her strength, and at last she stumbled and fell to the muddy and cold ground, and she was busy getting up when she saw a pair of dark satin boots with a cloud pattern bottom stop in front of her.

Han Mei hurriedly raised her head and met the pair of eagle-like eyes, with a little faint anger, but at this time, she was looking at her intently, and there was actually a little sympathy in it.

"Martial arts lady?" Fang La's lips curled slightly, and she stood in front of Han Mei with her hands in her hands, and her bright eyes became more and more difficult to open in the night.

Fang La slowly leaned over and stretched out her slender and pale hands to slowly pick up the Xiu Shu that Han Mei had fallen out of her arms, and when she looked down, she couldn't help but have a slightly curled arc at the corners of her lips.

Every time the woman appeared in front of him in embarrassment, looking at her at this time. Covered in blood, disheveled, and full of horror in his clear and beautiful eyes, there was a touch of perseverance that could not be ignored.

And also...... This rather intriguing letter of resignation?

"Over there! Run over there!

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps behind Han Mei, and she was suddenly startled, but she didn't want her whole person to be lifted up by a strong arm, and she was caught by Fang La in a dizzy way into the canopy boat parked on the bank of the river.

Fang La's chief and Changshun propped the boat abruptly and rowed into the depths of the river.

At this time, Han Mei was simply frightened, and hurriedly pulled the letter of resignation that Xiao Yue wrote to her from Fang La's hand, and at this time, looking at the crooked font on the book of resignation, she suddenly cried in distress.

Fang La leaned back on the pillow in the cabin at this time, raising her eyebrows and looking at the breathless woman crying in front of her, feeling like a child's heartbreak after not being protected by her grandmother.

"As for it, isn't it just that he was abandoned, as for crying like this?"

Han Mei was just worried about Xiao Yue at this time, it stands to reason that after Ximenqing was killed by Xiao Yue, those minions below should not have killed Xiao Yue, this matter is too big, and they have to find someone to discuss the next countermeasure.

But when she thought that Xiao Yue, a bastard, actually carried everything down and gave her a letter of resignation, she suddenly couldn't breathe happily in pain.

Fang La's appearance was a little funny when she looked at Han Mei, but she was still a little bit delicious, a Wu Dalang who sold cooking cakes, and he actually got such a beautiful, capable, and clever woman.

From this woman's face, he really saw what it means to be truly dependent on each other, and crying so heartbreakingly is also very true.

"Wu Da is resting on you, that's just his loss! There are better people in this world who are worthy of you!" As soon as Fang La's words came out, even Chang Shun, who was rowing outside, was taken aback.

Could it be that my own son-in-law fell in love with this little lady of the martial arts family? Otherwise, how could this sound so sloppy?

"Shut your pit!" Han Mei was suddenly annoyed, her Xiao Yue is not dead yet!

It's just that as soon as these words came out, Han Mei suddenly calmed down, wiped a handful of tears in embarrassment, and said, "I'm sorry Fang Gongzi, I'm just ...... It's just that I'm in a bad mood. ”

The color of Fang La's eyes sank a little, and he returned to his previous coldness and stiffness, and slowly raised his eyes to look at Han Mei. Covered in dirt, his eyes swollen like peaches, and his moist cherry-like lips slightly open, it was very tempting.

Han Mei suddenly felt uncomfortable under the scanning of Fang La's cold and hard gaze, especially when that pair of eyes swept over her small and naked feet, and she hurriedly retracted her feet back into her skirt. Embarrassed, he pulled his almost tattered clothes downward.

It's just that I didn't expect to pull the corners of my skirt down more, but I didn't want to tear the broken placket on it again, and the snow-white shoulders couldn't cover it.

Han Mei suddenly arrived home in embarrassment, and she couldn't help but reddened her eyes when she thought about another wave of grievances.

"Put it on first!" Fang La picked up his black fox fur cloak and held it in front of Han Mei.

"Thank you," Han Mei was about to pick it up, but immediately retracted her hand, looked at Fang La a little timidly, and said: "This ink fox fur cloak is quite expensive, can you help me find a cheaper cloak......?"

"You don't have to pay!" Fang La angrily threw the ink fox fur cloak directly in Han Mei's face, obviously already angry, even he couldn't figure out why he was angry. Then he thought about something, and his face was smeared with the same murderous and cold aura as before.

Han Mi took the cloak off her face, and now she has to go to Tokyo to find help, and it takes a long time to get to Tokyo from here, and there are a lot of expenses on the way. She's really scared now, and it's hard to say what will happen if she's afraid of anything.

"Young Master Fang, are you sure I don't have to lose money if I get dirty?" Han Mei was almost nervous to the point of being frightened.

Fang La slowly turned his face and looked at Han Mei coldly, with a murderous aura in his eyes.

"Ahem, ahem...... Okay, thank you Fang Gongzi!" Han Mei hurriedly put on the cloak with a little cold fragrance on his body, and his body, which had trembled slightly, finally got better.

"Changshun, let's boil ginger soup!" Fang La pushed the charcoal basin in the cabin in front of Han Mi.

"Thank you!" Han Mei was really grateful to this Fang La at this time, although her face was a little vicious, but she was a decent gentleman in the end.

The silver frost charcoal in the charcoal pot does not have too much smoke, but has a bit of pine fragrance, which is warm and smelly.

"Childe!" After a while, Chang Shun brought in the ginger soup and hurriedly retreated.

Fang La took the ginger soup and handed it to Han Mei and said coldly: "Drink it!

Han Mei hurriedly thanked her, poured down a bowl of ginger soup, and suddenly felt that her whole body was gradually warming, but she thought that Xiao Yue didn't know how to do it at this time, whether she would be beaten badly. She suddenly burst into tears, holding an empty bowl and crying like her wife was separated.

Fang Lajun's brows couldn't help frowning fiercely, this woman was crying endlessly.

"My father-in-law ......" Han Mei was about to say that Xiao Yue might be killed at this time, but this matter was all confidential, and she couldn't say it to Fang La, so she hurriedly choked back the conversation, wiped a handful of tears and wiped them on Fang La's expensive ink fox cloak.

The corners of Fang La's eyes couldn't help twitching slightly, and then he said coldly: "It seems that Wuda is no longer your husband now, right?"

When Han Mei heard this, she immediately thought of the book of resignation and Xiao Yue's final decision.

"Wow!!" Han Mei cried, tears streaming down her cheeks into the bowl.