"Young Master."

As soon as Su Zhiyu came out of the dyeing workshop, he was entangled, followed by the mournful and complaining voice.

The young man endured it, subconsciously rubbing his arms, confident that he could sweep away goosebumps on the ground.

Su Zhiyu forcibly separated people: "It is said that men and women do not kiss, and men and men do not kiss." Please stay out of my way. ”

"Young master, you really don't remember anything." Su Li froze in place, his tone complaining.

"Didn't I tell you many times, I'm injured, I'm amnesia, I, Su Zhiyu, a patient, do you respect my mood as an amnesiac patient?"

Su Li raised his face in confusion, what is a patient and what is amnesia?

Has he only heard of soul loss and amnesia, is it a new word coined by the young master?

can come up with such a vivid and appropriate new word, worthy of a talented young master!

Su Li was secretly proud, but looking at the distant background, he was sad: the young master is still very smart, but he has forgotten his life experience.

As a domestic servant, he should have taken care of the young master, but he blamed him for being useless.

Su Li slammed into his chest.

This scene is particularly strange in the eyes of others: a withered old man, looking at the back of a handsome young man in a daze, and then beating his chest in pain......

Under the flower corridor, Shuangxi lowered his voice: "Miss, this uncle is really strange, he always pesters Su Gongzi, and beats his chest at every turn, why is this." ”

Especially the eyes that this old man looked at Su Gongzi like, it was like flesh and blood that had been lost for many years, right? ?

"Do you think they look alike?" Du Ruonan asked.

"Not really. The old man has a square face, and Su Gongzi has a thoughtful face, his face is neither too long nor too square, but he is a handsome young man; The old man's nose is still collapsed, but the bridge of Su Gongzi's nose is straight; And the lips ......"

The more Shuangxi talked, the more intoxicated she became, and even Du Ruonan couldn't help but look at her little daughter's infatuation.

Unexpectedly, Shuangxi actually had such thoughts about Su Zhiyu, Du Ruonan thought, and couldn't say what he felt in his heart.

"So, our Su Gongzi is much more handsome, not at all like this obscene bad old man, Su Gongzi and Miss you, that is a talented man and a woman, a natural pair!"

Well...... Du Ruonan was also comparing in his heart, and he didn't pay attention to the words of double happiness for a while, and only nodded habitually.

Wait, what did Double Happiness say just now?

"Miss, that's what you thought the same way?" Shuangxi clapped his hands together, "I just think that Su Gongzi likes you, and you are ...... in my heart."

"Shh

Shuangxi's mouth was covered, and Du Ruonan whispered in her ear: "Don't make a sound, he has come to see it." ”

The two of them hid their figures under the dense flower corridor, and through the branches and leaves, they vaguely saw the old man looking around alertly, and then jumped out for a few feet, and soon disappeared.

"You're right, but you're not right."

The girl groaned: "The strangest thing about him is not his relationship with Su Zhiyu. ”

The relationship between the two is clear.

Although Su Zhiyu avoided him, he did not shy away from him. But he knew it, but he pretended not to know. ”

"He only pestered Su Zhiyu behind people, and in front of people, he turned a blind eye to Su Zhiyu."

Too deliberate.

Shuangxi also nodded: "Yes, so he is not like Su Gongzi." Su Gongzi is so smart, but he, everyone has long found out that he is pestering Su Gongzi, but he seems to think that he is hiding well. ”

Really, stupidly.

Dead.

The light was still on in the side room, and Du Ruonan looked through the window, and his heart warmed.

What's the weird stuff again?

Su Zhiyu is really not quite different from them.

The girl thought to herself, and looked up again, and saw that there was an extra figure in the window.

Is this entangled again? It's a real sight to behold. It's not smart.

I could faintly hear the argument in the house.

She was born with smart ears, the silence around her, and the two people in the room were noisy as if no one was around, so Du Ruonan easily listened to the content.

Young master, go back, the old lady is worried about you...... Half a sentence of truth, you mentioned the old man in a worried tone, obviously the old man didn't care much about me...... Master, we have a hard time...... It's true, you go on...... It's not safe here...... It's not just a lie or, where is the Du family unsafe? It's a hundred times safer than the Prime Minister's Mansion in your mouth...... Young master, have you taken a fancy to that little lady of the Du family......

"Don't ruin someone's innocence out of thin air!" The boy is like a cat that has been stepped on by the tail, "Men and women are on guard!" It's not easy for Miss Du! ”

"The young master is nervous, I guessed right."

"Don't copy my lines."

"The young master has someone he likes."

"Don't talk nonsense, you, I, I like it wherever I want...... Hey, I just can't rest assured. "You said that she is so young, so many people and so many mouths, all rely on her to support her. Her second uncle is still so bad. "You said that if there is no one to help her, and someone bullies her, what will she do?" "Speaking of which, I'm really the son of the prime minister, so what I say doesn't work, should I threaten the county magistrate?"

"Or if my prime minister's father says something, will no one dare to bully her?"

"Young Master, Young Master, you have changed," Su Li Qi Ai Ai, "You used to plan to be a good person." ”

There was no sound in the room, a pot of liquid slurry was spilled, and sporadic splashes splashed on Du Ruonan's embroidered shoes. By the light of the moon, she could tell that it was white wax with a dissolved dye.

It turned out that it wasn't a gadget, it was improving batik......

The night wet her shoulders as she slowly crouched down.

I could only hear a low voice in the room, sparse, like fluttering wool torn by the wind.

"Young Master, you want to be a bully for Miss Du, you really like her."