"Hey, who are you?"

The porter of the Cheng family hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the door, looking at the young man who came in with his feet in front of him.

Dressed in general, he even carried a big burden on his shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes were not ugly, but they were rough and covered with a layer of sand.

Before they could finish speaking, the young man, who had been disturbed, raised his foot and kicked at the door, and half of the door was kicked open, and the man stepped in.

The little porter sat down on the ground, shocked and angry.

"Someone..."

They shouted loudly, and before they could finish shouting, the man had already strode in with his baggage on his back.

This...

"Why don't you care?" The porter turned his head to look to the side.

There were four attendants standing there, laughing with their arms crossed, laughing and laughing, as if they hadn't seen anything going on here.

He was from Mrs. Cheng's mother's house, and was sent to the concierge by Mrs. Cheng, which was a good errand.

It is a decent thing to send a name to receive a post, and you can also receive a lot of private rewards and benefits.

However, there were many people who came in this new month, but many of them ignored him at all, but went straight to the attendants, and his porter was turned into an ornament, and he was assigned to sweep the front of the door.

This time, the people who came didn't even look for those attendants, and actually broke through the door.

Why are these attendants as if they are blind?

"Don't you recognize? Recognize people first, don't rush to be the doorkeeper. A squire over there smiled, "That's Xiao Langjun of the Zhou family." ”

The Zhou family?

The porter was stunned.

"Since Mrs. Zhou is gone, the Zhou family has gone to the Cheng family. It's never called the door. Only kicking the door. The squire laughed.

"Huh? Zhou Langjun! You're back? ”

The maidservant girl under the porch heard the sound and came out. Immediately surprised and delighted.

This girl's smiling face and undisguised true joy made Liuliulang's footsteps pause, but he was a little uncomfortable.

"I am—" he opened his mouth to speak.

The maidservant had turned and gone into the hall.

"Lady, Liulang is here, and he brought you a big bag of gifts." She laughed.

Saturday Lang was even more embarrassed.

What to shout nonsense! What to shout nonsense!

Who brought her a gift!

Banqin lowered her head to hold tea, and the maid waved her hand at her, signaling herself to stay and serve, and Banqin knew her kindness. He bowed his head and thanked him and withdrew.

"This, it's not a gift from me." Liulang said sharply.

Cheng Jianniang, who was drinking tea with a bowl, looked at him.

The maidservant also sneered, looking at the big burden on the side.

"Did the sixth prince send it for our Shiro-kun?" She laughed.

Even the righteous brother gave it away, but the serious brother didn't, wouldn't it be very sad?

Liuliulang's hand on his lap couldn't help but clench.

"I brought him first, there are too many, mine, I didn't bring it." He said with a stiff face.

The handmaid giggled.

"Half celery." Cheng Jianniang put down the tea bowl and glanced at her, "What are you teasing him about." ”

Liuliulang's eyes suddenly glared with a little annoyance. The maidservant covered her mouth and laughed, got up and withdrew.

"Brother is okay?" Cheng Jianniang asked.

Brother!

Saturday Lang's anger at being teased by the maidservant suddenly subsided.

Brother! She called him brother!

His mood changed too quickly, and he felt a little confused in his mind for a moment.

"Okay." He stiffened, "You." You okay? ”

Cheng Jianniang looked at him for a moment and smiled.

"I'm fine." She said, holding out her hand, "Please." ”

Liuliulang sighed, picked up the tea and drank it all.

"Will you come back this time?" Cheng Jianniang asked.

"Go, half a month or a month, just go, wait for that thunderbolt." Saturday Lang said.

Cheng Jianniang nodded and drank tea slowly.

There was silence in the room, and Liuliulang wanted to say goodbye but didn't want to say goodbye, and looked around.

"Moved here, are you used to it?" He snapped.

"Get used to it, get used to it wherever you live." Cheng Jianniang said.

That's right, it's silly to ask that question, as if I deliberately wanted to talk to her.

Saturday Lang grabbed himself twice in his heart.

"I'm leaving." He said, "If you're going to bring him something, I'll come back before I leave." ”

Cheng Jianniang responded well and got up to send her off.

"Zhou Langjun, why are you in such a hurry to leave, let's leave after eating." The maidservant girl in the courtyard laughed.

This little hoof! Dare to play him!

Saturday Lang stomped at her.

"Rokuro-kun, I'm good for you." The maid hurriedly waved her hand and smiled, and hid a few steps backwards, "I was afraid that you wouldn't know what to say, so I led you to speak." ”

And said!

Saturday Lang glared at her.

"You have to take care of it." He shouted, threatening before continuing to walk out.

Liuliulang, who walked out of the gate of Cheng's house and rode on the horse, couldn't help but grin.

Brother....

Then he pouted again.

Not really, though.

His expression was stunned again.

Brother? It's not shouting at yourself, is it? It's Xu Sigen who asked, right?

Liuliulang's face suddenly turned red, and it hurt hotly.

I lost myself for agreeing so quickly!

What a shame! Never to see her again!

Liuliulang flicked his horsewhip fiercely and galloped away.

Liu Liulang, who returned home, still looked bad, and wanted to go back to his courtyard, but was called by Mrs. Zhou.

"Where did you run again?" Mrs. Zhou frowned and said, feeling distressed again, "Look at this frozen face..."

"Mother." Liuliulang reached out and touched his face, "My face is not frozen, there is ointment to rub, and even my hands are fine." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to show his mother, and he looked at it himself.

She also gave this ointment to her, although she didn't give it to herself.

It's so annoying, it's all over her.

Liuliulang rubbed his hands together twice.

"....Rokuro!"

Liuliulang came back to his senses and looked up at his mother.

"When you come back this time, it's better to settle the family matter, and you can get married when you come back." Mrs. Zhou said with a smile.

Saturday Lang suddenly pulled down his face.

"I'm still young, what kind of relatives will I become." He said, getting up to leave.

"What a little is small, you are nineteen!" Mrs. Zhou said urgently.

"Twenty-nine is not too late." Liulang said, turned around and left.

Master Zhou was coming in from outside and stopped him.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

"I'm going to fetch something for someone." Saturday Lang said.

Master Zhou didn't care about the oh hmm, looked at Mrs. Zhou who came out, and hurriedly walked over.

"You're really right, sure enough, those two people have taken Jiaojiao'er's industry." He said hurriedly.

Saturday Lang, who was about to leave, stopped again.

What the?

"I'll just say it, the second lady Cheng can't help but show off to others, although I don't go to socialize, I can guess how proud she is." Mrs. Zhou snorted.

"I really don't know whether to live or die." Master Zhou twisted his beard and smiled.

"Father."

Liulang interrupted them and asked.

"What did you say?"

"Liulang, Cheng Er's thing actually robbed Jiao Niang's industry, and changed the name to his sequel, isn't it stupid." Master Zhou laughed.

"Father, are you still laughing?" Liuliulang glared and said, "Why didn't you bother with him?" ”

"Where's the use?" Mrs. Zhou said, "She is so powerful, she has her own way to deal with it." ”

I think she was in a coma at the beginning, they didn't grab her property so easily, and she was tossed and almost lost half her life, but now she is not sick or sick, and she is famous, these two people dare to take her things openly, isn't it looking for death by themselves?

"No matter how much she can deal with it, she has also encountered something?" Liuliulang said, "Why don't you even ask?" ”

Greeting?

She, an immortal disciple, even the ghost judge retreated and avoided the person who still used people to greet her?

Mr. Zhou and Mrs. Zhou were stunned by the shouting, and then looked at Liulang and left.

"Hey, where are you going?" Master Zhou shouted.

"I'll go settle accounts with them!" Saturday Lang said.

"Stop!" Master Zhou shouted, and took a few steps to catch up with him, "What kind of account are you?" That's their housework! Besides, what do you blame others? Did you rob your daughter of her property? Isn't this nonsense, my daughter's property is Lao Tzu's, and I still need to rob it? It's her sin not to give! Now it's all about pressing things down, don't make a fuss, make a fuss, the first one who is unlucky is Jiaojiao. ”

"That's it." Mrs. Zhou hurriedly followed, "Let's not take care of their family's affairs, and we can't take care of them." ”

Saturday Lang clenched his fists for a moment, or raised his feet and pedaled away.

Master Zhou shouted a few times but didn't stop.

"It's really wronged," Mrs. Zhou said with a sad face.

Look at the appearance of his son who has entered the demon and obstacles, does he really want to marry this Yaksha and enter the door? (To be continued......)