Chapter 279: The Flight of the Rhythm Band

Yuzhu was busy with sincere relief: "You wait a little longer." ”

Wen Yabao was speechless for a while, she didn't mean this, Yuzhu took the initiative to lift it, but a pot smashed over.

It's really hot and tight.

"My aunt must have misunderstood, the boy is childish, and the lively is a little fireworks. Shi Ye and I are too quiet, there is Xiao Yun talking and laughing, and Mr. He will come to visit the door again, which is the etiquette between friends. ”

Wen Yabao can only go back to make up for it.

Yuzhu hurriedly waved his hand, "I can't be the master of this, the old lady means, I'm afraid no one can turn around." However, for the sake of Miss Wen's face, there may be a different result, and it is not known. ”

She didn't say anything, and handed the steps to Wen Yabao.

However, this sounds more like a reminder.

It's like a test.

Soldiers have clouds, so as to respond to all changes.

Although, after entering Fuyuan, even the art of war turned a few corners, Wen Yabao still felt that he was wrong.

Yuzhu's speaking skills are too high, and a few words can wrap people around the pit.

Every time he speaks, he has a purpose, and he is determined to bring rhythm.

Wen Yabao is afraid of making mistakes, and the more sober he is, the easier it is to make mistakes.

"Miss Wen doesn't have to be nervous, you and I just gossip a few words, and I won't say a word to the old lady if I shouldn't say a word."

Yuzhu's words were light, "This Fuyuan is not a place to eat people, Old Fu and the old lady are the most enlightened parents, the eldest lady is the most kind person, Miss Wen really doesn't need to be frightened by the gossip outside." ”

She paused for a moment, and then said, "The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds." Miss Wen can treat it as usual, just when this is Liu An Xiaofeng, she often comes and walks around when she is fine. The eldest lady said that Miss Wen is very fluent, and the old lady loves Kunqu Opera, if you are cheap, why don't you come over and tune the strings for the old lady's pianist? ”

Mrs. Fu's pianist must be some kind of hidden master.

In this world, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, although Wen Yabao's ancestor is a national treasure-level master, her little apprentice grandson has only learned the surface of the ancestor.

Wen Yabao was about to wave his hand.

Yuzhu grabbed Bai and said, "Miss Wen, do you want to remember my mobile phone number?" ”

Wen Yabao paused in confusion.

Yuzhu followed and stopped, reached out to Wen Yabao for his mobile phone, and entered his own number, "This is my private number, Miss Wen is welcome to disturb at any time, I turn on the phone 24 hours a day, Miss Wen wants to see the old lady or I can serve if necessary, don't be unable to open your mouth." ”

Handing the phone back to Wen Yabao, Yuzhu then spoke, "Don't have any worries, it's all for Ye Shao's good." ”

This sentence is for Ye Shao's good, but it really puts the purpose directly on Wen Yabao's face.

On the contrary, she had no worries.

Waiting for her tail note to fall, Wen Yabao agreed cleanly, "Okay, I will find my aunt as soon as I need it, and I don't have to be polite for the sake of Ye Shao's good." ”

Finally seeing her listen to her words, Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it, it's not just Ye Shao, Miss Wen should also say the same when she has something, it's the tip of the old lady's heart, and she should care about it the same." ”

Wen Yabao smiled knowingly.

Keep moving forward.

Wen Yabao's heart suddenly swelled with a touch of sour bitterness.

cares the same, but it's just because her eight characters are Fu Shiye's seven-kill life talisman.

If something happens to her, Fu Shiye's predicament will become a dead end.

It is reasonable that she has also become the tip of Mrs. Fu's heart.

It's ridiculous, and it's really sad.

The bottom of the clear eyes is filled with deep sadness.

Like the calm sea in the middle of the night, the endless deep blue is shrouded in the silvery white moonlight like frost and snow.