It stands to reason that judging from Wen Yueying's character, in this sensitive period, he will never be able to leave two women alone to guard such a large prime minister's mansion to face all uncertainties.

What's more, these two women are still the two favorites of his life, and he is afraid that he will not dare to take risks even in the slightest crisis.

In this case, you can go out for a week without returning home......

Nodding her lips, Wen Chaoxi's thoughts gradually emptied, so that Wen Yueying went out for something, and did not hesitate to spend a huge amount of time and consume a huge amount of mental energy, but also to achieve the goal, Wen Chaoxi had to wonder if this matter had anything to do with her.

Since returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, more than a month, Wen Chaoxi has been living a life of practicing, eating, and accompanying phoenixes to bloom, and the comfortable and comfortable life is addictive, maybe even the heavens can't stand Wen Chaoxi's depravity, and he smashed a bombshell silently.

Tidal Garden, a bustle.

The goose-yellow figure pushed open the wooden door and rushed straight into the inner room, "Xiao...... Miss...... "Fluffao's face turned pale, and she forgot even the most basic knock in fright.

Wen Chaoxi frowned without a trace, then stretched his eyebrows, and said, "Why are you so alarmed?" ”

"Former ...... Front yard ......"

I don't know what came to mind, and Fleur's whole body trembled.

Wen Chaoxi glanced at Hibiscus, stood up from the sandalwood chair in front of the table, and walked to the front yard.

"Ahem......"

Wen Chaoxi coughed lightly, "If you can't even do your part, get out of here as soon as possible." ”

The tone was calm.

The dark eyes swept around, cold and piercing, and the people who were swept by the gaze, whether it was a maid or a small servant, were silent one by one, and they all lowered their heads and did what they were doing, and they no longer dared to think about it.

It's not just a little bit of efficiency that's improving.

Walking through the corridor, I had just stepped into the front yard, and the wind blowing in my face was mixed with a faint smell of blood.

Wen Chaoxi suffered a cardiac arrest, returning to normal in one breath, the corners of his eyes that twitched from time to time stopped, Wen Chaoxi clenched his fists, and walked forward again.

As we approached, the blood in the air became thicker and thicker.

At this time, the front yard was already in a mess, and the maids and maids were as white as paper one by one, and they ran one after another, and Wen Chaoxi came to the front yard and saw such a scene.

Chaotic, noisy.

Wen Chaoxi's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and the boredom that had been suppressed in his heart became restless at this moment, and the temples suddenly ached.

"Shut up."

The voice is as cold as a knife, and a pair of black eyes are deep and cold, without a trace of popularity.

Looking at Wen Chaoxi, whose aura was fully open, the messy maids shook in place one by one, and the atmosphere didn't dare to take a breath, and with Wen Chaoxi's movements, they retreated one by one, unconsciously giving way to a way.

At the red gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a man was lying face down on the ground, not knowing his life and death, his gray robe was tattered, and the bright red blood stained the white slate under him.

Blinding.

Wen Chaoxi narrowed her eyes, there was a hint of familiarity in the breath of blood, she walked in front of the man step by step and squatted down, she stretched out her right hand and pinched the man's jaw and turned to herself a little bit, waiting to see the man's appearance clearly, Wen Chaoxi's eyes were as dark as ink and gradually rippled.

The onion-white fingertips were placed on the wrist of the man's left hand, feeling the almost inaudible pulse at the bottom of his hand, Wen Chaoxi's face was ugly.