"Xie Wencai? Who are you? Cen Mo touched his chin and was very puzzled, why hadn't he heard of Xie Wencai? Where did he come from?

“……”

"Oh, no, how did you get in?" The inexplicably pregnant woman was able to break in, and there was another person, what's going on, are the guards of his house all rice buckets?

"Shut up!" Cen Mo wanted to open his mouth and call the housekeeper and find someone to solve the matter in front of him, but the person named Xie Wencai in front of him was simply inexplicable, but he was stopped by Xie Wencai. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What do you want to do?"

The person in front of Cen Mo did not answer his words, but took out a strange-shaped thing wrapped in cloth from Cen Mo's arms.

Cen Mo didn't come and hurriedly snatched it back, watching the cloth-wrapped thing fall into Xie Wencai's hands.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Cen Mo was extremely angry.

"It's such a trick." Xie Wencai pulled the cloth, and after the crackling sound, the things in the cloth were scattered on the floor, and they were all the kind of flying knives that Fang had just sneaked up on.

Cen Mo's face was red and white.

I didn't expect that my behavior would be discovered by others, and I didn't understand where such a person would emerge to expose his behavior here.

Xie Wencai didn't expect that he would be impulsive enough to reveal his identity this time, and when he saw that this man had been entangled with the right understanding, Xie Wencai's heart felt a pang of colic.

What was tumbling in his chest was a burst of vinegar, which Xie Wen had never thought of.

When Xie Wen found out that Cen Mo was not as simple as he seemed on the surface, he actually came up with such a trick to win the favor of Wu.

Xie Wen knew that coming out now was equivalent to being caught, but he really couldn't bear it.

A pair of eyes stared at Xie Wencai's facial expression, trying to judge what his purpose was from the expression on his face.

Money? Not like!

Deadly? Not like that!

Is that? For love?

Cen Mo suddenly realized this problem.

"Do you like Satoru?" Naked, Cen Mo directly hung his words outside, since his handle was caught, he also had to catch someone else's handle, no, not to give Xie Wencai a moment of respite.

After saying this, he still looked at Xie Wencai with puzzled eyes, this was just his guess, in fact, he was not sure.

Xie Wencai didn't expect him to say this, although he just liked it, but for some reason, he didn't want to admit it, perhaps, it was because he disappointed her too much.

I didn't want to pull her in.

"What's your business?" Xie Wencai raised the sword in his hand and strangled Cen Mo's neck with a blood streak.

Cen Mo smiled, knowing that he had guessed eight or nine and ten.

"Shrunken turtle!" Cen Mo muttered quietly.

Xie Wen heard it, but he didn't pay attention to him, what about the turtle with a shrunken head, so she had to be good, better than anything.

"Listen......" Xie Wencai pulled Cen Mo's ears and said something unknown.

……

When she returned to her room, she didn't dare to walk anywhere, lest Jing'er couldn't find her when she came back.

After waiting for two days, I was really bored in the room, and when I wanted to go out for a walk, I heard the maid Qing'er come to tell her the news of Jing'er.

Wu Wu was very happy, but Jing'er and her master who were waiting for her were outside the mansion, and they had no plans to enter the mansion to rest, and it seemed that they were about to hurry.

After realizing that she only came and said a few words to Jing'er, Jing'er took the old urchin with her.

Satoru stood at the door, and the wide street was very lonely.

Jing'er left in such a hurry.

Before leaving, Jing'er just said that she wanted to see her now, she was not afraid of the ugly appearance on her face, but she didn't know when she would be able to meet, so she took off the pale pink scarf on her face, so that Jing'er could remember her appearance.

Maybe we will see each other soon, maybe we will see each other again for ten years, or we will never see each other again.

However, if she can meet again, she hopes that Jing'er can recognize her.

After Jing'er saw Satoru's appearance, she didn't say a word, and Satoru couldn't read any emotions on Jing'er's face.

I just heard her say, "Cherish." ”

And he rode away.

I can only say silently in my heart, cherish each other.

When he came back to his senses, his body was already cold, cold like he had never been.

Jing'er is gone, which means that she will have to go alone on the next road.

Accustomed to a person, she endured the taste of loneliness, and when a person came to her, that person became her support, and many things began to be lazy, and she didn't want to use her head, so that by now, relying on another person has become a habit.

I know that after enjoying being cared for, it must be difficult to experience the life of a person again.

In other words, the next road will be more difficult, but she still has to go on.

Wu clenched his fists, and then realized that at some point, there was an extra piece of jade pendant-like thing in his hand.

She hadn't seen this thing, but she was sure that it was left to her by Jing'er, maybe with this piece of Eryu pendant, she could still get together.

The hand holding the jade pendant held it tighter.

Not far away, standing outside with Wuwu was Cen Mo.

This time, Cen Mo consciously did not cause trouble for Wu, and silently guarded behind Wu, thinking back to the person named Xie Wencai he met a few days ago, and unconsciously, he was a little more curious about Wu.

Wuwu didn't notice Cen Mo's unusualness, and returned to the room in despair.

I didn't want to do anything for a few days, just stared out the window in a daze.

In ancient times, it was not good, and it was really difficult for people who had seen it to meet again.

She thought of the man who was scented with herbs again.

The aroma of the herb is like a demagogic poison that gets out of control once you inhale it.

Until now, not only did the person not forget it in his mind, but it became more visible and missed.

From time to time, I would always dream of the days of Simo Street, the figure who would always pull the horse back with a full load, and ......

Small play.

A stream of hot tears ran down Satoru's cheeks, and he was out of control.

Then the sobbing sound gradually became choked, and it could not be dispersed for a long time in the sky above Cen Mansion.

Outside the door, a few maids gathered to talk, and they didn't know what was going on.