The people in black put down He Zhenghao, leaving two people to guard, and the others went back to their own homes and looked for their own mothers.

He Zhenghao stepped forward and walked into Lu Xuan'er's princess room.

The decoration of the princess's room was perfect, He Zhenghao couldn't appreciate it, he only felt that the room was extremely cold.

"Teacher He, why are you here?" Lu Xuan'er suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse, "You came to see my jokes?" ”

Lu Xuan'er said to herself, "My mother is dead, my father is in prison for the rest of his life, I was expelled by the Song family, I have nothing, you must be coming to see my jokes." ”

He Zhenghao walked straight over, "You think too much, you are just an insignificant stranger to me, I will not come to this kind of place because of laughing at strangers." ”

Lu Xuan'er said, "But you're still here." ”

He Zhenghao said lightly, "Because I was kidnapped by your boyfriend, I can't help myself." ”

Lu Xuan'er let out an exclamation, "What? How could Brother Ping An do such a thing? I'm going to plead with Brother Ping'an and ask him to let you go home. ”

A desperate girl, a kind angel, Lu Xuan'er switched perfectly in a second.

He Zhenghao was calm and natural, looking at the painting tools on the side.

Ji Ping'an doesn't know how to paint, he can't bear that he has money and status, the painting tools he prepared for Lu Xuan'er are all first-class, and he may not be able to buy them if he has money, he must have a certain status.

He Zhenghao sat down, picked up the paintbrush, and scolded Fang Yu on the drawing board.

Lu Xuan'er became interested and came over to observe.

Lu Xuan'er herself has been learning to paint for a while, and watching He Zhenghao's painting, her heart seems to be tightly grasped.

He Zhenghao's paintings are very infectious, Lu Xuan'er is wrapped in despair and sadness in the painting, heartbroken, like a mother who has lost her children, like a miser who has lost all his money.

Despair and sadness swept over the sky, and Lu Xuan'er became even more melancholy.

When a painting was finished, there happened to be a sound downstairs.

Lu Xuan'er ran downstairs, and the person who came turned out to be Jinran.

Jin Ran grabbed the collar of a man in black and dragged the person forward, and behind Jin Ran were dozens of losers, who fell to the ground, crying wolves.

"Song Jinran, don't force me." Ji Ping'an walked out in a yukata, revealing a large area of skin on his chest, which evoked reverie.

Jin Ran looked disgusted, and he didn't dare to look directly at Ji Ping'an, for fear that he would get the eye of a needle, "I'm here to find He Zhenghao and hand over the person." ”

Ji Ping'an walked quickly, because the range of movement was up, the bathrobe opened and closed, and the people with thieves in their eyes could be seen at a glance.

Most of the men in black turned their heads away, and their expressions were a little smug.

"Song Jinran, although your surname is Song, the Song family is no longer your family, you are acting majestic in front of me, heh, I can crush you to death with one finger, it is no different from crushing an ant."

"You grind, I don't believe you can crush me with one finger." Jin Ran is fearless.

Ji Ping'an took a step forward, and dozens of black-clothed people ran from a distance.

"You are a waste man, you can only pay lip service, and it is always someone else's hands." Jin Ran smiled at Lu Xuan'er at the staircase on the second floor, "Actually, it's also, you keep saying that Lu Xuan'er is your woman, but in the end, it was Su Zhizhong and Cao Jiaze who really possessed Lu Xuan'er." ”

It's an ugly thing.

Ji Ping'an wore a green hat, which is an unspeakable ugly thing.

"Song Jinran." Ji Ping'an was furious, and a large group of people in black rushed over.

"Song Jinran, be careful." He Zhenghao ran out of the princess's room, and when he saw the situation below, he looked panicked.