"Why did you tell me about such a serious matter now?"

After understanding the situation, Asa frowned and began to blame Sanna. The old lady with a double ponytail pouted her lips in dissatisfaction but didn't speak, obviously knowing her partner's temperament well, and she had long expected the situation in front of her.

Assaleng didn't go any further. It's just a habit of hers to speak ill of people, and sometimes it's not that she's really dissatisfied.

"In that case, I'll go back to the mayor's house now to meet this guy. ”

Asa Leng was about to get up as he spoke, but Sanna held him down.

Old Lori glanced at her partner from the corner of her eye, "It's two o'clock in the morning, big sister, you can only eat a closed door now." ”

"Then kick the door open. ”

Asa proposed coldly.

"That is a trespass on a private house, which seriously disturbed the lives of civilians, and according to the regulations, I should arrest you on the spot. ”

Sanna didn't hesitate to dismiss her.

Asa Leng snorted through his nose and sat down with a cold face, "It's unbelievable that I have to sit and wait for the criminal to wake up before arresting her." ”

"Don't be impulsive, Asaleng, it's all just our guess right now, and it's not clear if it's true. ”

Sanna said bitterly.

Seeing that Asaleng still looked unwilling, Sanna also laughed angrily, grabbed the pillow and smashed it on Asaleng, and scolded with a smile: "If you stop for a while, you will die, and you will also go to sleep Won't the day be bright?

Asa Leng caught the pillow, watching his partner hang one leg and chattering with her, the corners of his mouth rose for a second, and when Sanna looked at it, it was the usual dead man again, "If I were a donkey, then you would be a turtle, a pig, a sparrow, slow and lazy and like to chirp!"

"Asareh—"

Before Sanna's next sentence could be spoken, Assaleng had already laid down on the side of the bed with a pillow, leaving only Sanna's slender back.

"Hey, that's my pillow!"

Asa Leng slapped the bedside lamp out, "Shut up! ”

What kind of people are these!

Sanna glared at the back fiercely, but there was nothing she could do, so she had to lie down and close her eyes and sleep.

Early the next morning, Asa Leng pushed Sanna in a wheelchair to the mayor's door and rang the doorbell.

It was Dong Wusheng who came to open the door.

As soon as he saw this oriental girl, Asa Leng's nerves suddenly tensed, his eyes were half-lowered, and a pair of knife-like eyes looked at the person in front of him silently.

"Ah, it's you. ”

The girl's smile was faint, and with that oriental face, it looked gentle and comfortable, and it would not bring people the slightest sense of oppression, but the intuition that had saved Asa Leng several times told her that the girl in front of her was also observing her in the same way.

"Aunt Morinka!

There seemed to be a sound in the room, and the girl grabbed the doorframe and quickly turned back to reply, taking advantage of the opportunity, Asa Leng looked at her hands, and sure enough, she saw a thin silver chain on her right hand.

At first glance, this thing seems to be just a piece of jewelry with a unique shape, but Assaleng caught the terrifying sight of the silver chain on the wrist sinking into the flesh of the girl's flesh at a glance.

This is obviously not an ordinary piece of silver jewelry.

With a single glance, Assaleng withdrew his gaze. Dong Wusheng turned around after speaking, smiled and made way for the two, "I'm sorry for letting the two of you stand for a while, but the mayor and Mrs. are probably in a bad mood now, please forgive me for any inadequate hospitality." ”

"You're welcome," Asa pushed Sanna coldly, walked in unhurriedly, and spoke as he went, with an indescribable laziness and contempt in his tone, "Only idle people who have nothing to do care about such trivial things, we are very busy, ask something and leave immediately." ”

Beginning it begins, and the Asa Leng style is particularly difficult.

Sanna glanced at Dong Wusheng sympathetically, and saw this young lady who looked quiet and gentle lifted her eyelids.

Dong Wusheng: "...... It may be that I misrepresented the lady misunderstood, and we didn't mean to chase away customers. ”

"It's that you misunderstood, it's not so much that we're here as guests, it's better to say that we're here for interrogation, and everyone has a share, so there's no need to be polite, I'm afraid you won't be polite for a while. ”

Asa didn't blink his eyes when he spoke, and every muscle on his face remained calm, as if to say that the weather was really nice today.

The smile on Dong Wusheng's face froze, and she secretly sharpened her back molars to keep the smile on, "That's really a big misunderstanding." ”

There is no one else who can talk about this except Asaleng, but after that, Asaleng's performance is not over.

She nodded arrogantly, and her tone was a matter of course, "It's okay, just solve the misunderstanding." ”

Dong Wusheng: "...... You're so polite. ”

In Sanna's eyes, those who can hold on for three rounds under Assa's cold mouth and not turn their faces are all first-class ladies and gentlemen. Although the two of them are here to test Dong Wusheng today, but as far as Dong Wusheng's current performance is concerned, Sanna still recognizes the cultivation of this oriental little girl, and they all say that Oriental people advocate etiquette and morality.

Walking through the hallway, Madara sat on the sofa and looked over from afar, and the first thing he saw was Dong Wusheng's delicate expression.

Although the expression didn't look much different from usual, Madara was able to read the unpleasant information from it.

"What's wrong?"

So Madara walked up to Dong Wusheng and asked.

"Nothing. ”

The corners of Dong Wusheng's mouth pulled to the sides, the flesh on his cheeks piled up, and he smiled perfunctorily.

Well......

Madara pondered the expression for a few tenths of a second.

recalled that he had seen such an expression before, probably every time Dong Wusheng was provoked and was about to turn his face, if he was asked to interpret it, Dong Wusheng should have been thinking about the consequences and risks of turning his face at this time.

Who is this messing with?

Madara then turned his gaze to the two people beside Dong Wusheng.

Assaleng and Sanna wore the temple nuns' robes.

The dark gray cotton and linen fabric and the deep three-dimensional facial features of Westerners have a particularly solemn effect. It is also neatly embroidered with white and gold silk thread with the hallmark of the temple, a seraphim bowing his head in a prayer gesture.

Ah, these two men he remembers.

Madara looked twice and then withdrew his gaze.

I saw it at the door of the mayor's house yesterday, and the tall one at that time said something that made Dong Wusheng a little speechless.

So, this time, it was the tall girl who said something that upset her?

Madara looked at Dong Wusheng, and from his angle, he could just see half of the side face that was not covered by the long hair, and the light pink lips were slightly pursed at this time, revealing the owner's emotions.