Zhuo Yilan asked: "Will Yufeiyin be willing to sell it?" ”

"This ...... The folk girl doesn't know. Chu Lange said.

Zhuo Yilan's narrow phoenix eyes stared at her tightly, and warned: "Are you fooled when you are the son of this child?" The wood carving was clearly done in the last few days. In order to disguise the time of carving, some people have done some simple treatments, but the yellow clay on it is ...... Didn't go clean. Also, the woman specially picked wood before carving, and you brought that piece of stuff from which dung pit, how dare you say that she carved it?! ”

Chu Lange was slightly stunned.

She remembered that she had handled it very carefully, why did she still have yellow mud?

He hit half of the manure pit, not the manure pit, but next to the manure pit.

Zhuo Yilan noticed the changes on Chu Lange's face, especially his eyes, but he was disappointed for a long time. Can a person be so calm even with silent eyes?

Chu Lange pondered for a long time, and broke the silence with a smile, "Is there yellow mud on it?" I don't know. ”

Therefore, she denied his speculation.

Zhuo Demon glanced at her lightly, and suddenly changed his tough attitude, and lay down gently in a charming manner. Like a puppet that has suddenly lost its soul, he holds the statue in his fingers and raises it above his head, looking at it intently.

Chu Lange frowned slightly, his personality was uncertain at the moment, not at all like the man who had galloped on the battlefield.

After a long time, Zhuo Yilan said quietly: "Okay, there is indeed no yellow mud on it...... There can be a smell of yellow mud. I smell it, I smell it...... Faintly. ”

The last sentence.

"Poof—"

Chu Lange couldn't help laughing.

How would he feel if she told him that it was really wood from the dunghill?

He smelled it......

On the willow shore of the lanterns, the light boat finally docks.

Chu Lange stepped ashore silently, and Zhuo Yilan walked steadily behind her.

She took a step, and he followed.

Chu Lange returned to Xi'an Street, and Mama Lin was at the door.

When she saw Chu Lange coming back, her anxious heart was put down, but when she saw the man behind Chu Lange, that expression immediately froze.

Zhuo Yilan was familiar with himself, lifted his robe lightly, stepped into the room with a calm expression, his eyes fell on the bed without accident, and Yu Feiyin, who also showed anxiety on his face, said with a smile, "The surname is Yu, you are not dead yet." ”

"Aren't you alive too?" As soon as Yu Feiyin heard this bewitching voice, he instinctively ridiculed him. But as soon as the words came out, a trace of regret jumped into my heart, and I became uneasy.

Really......

Zhuo Yilan's eyes flashed with suspicion.

Outside the cottage.

Mama Lin pulled Chu Lange, "Girl, you ...... Why did you bring back a strange man again? What if this thing spreads? ”

Chu Lange chuckled, "Mama doesn't have to care. ”

"Don't worry about anything, the old slaves are dying, and you are still laughing?" Mama Lin was very anxious.

Chu Lange gently persuaded: "I'm an ugly girl who can't even feed myself, who will pay attention?" Reputation is also something that is said to people with status and status. Besides, look at the two of them, which one is not a dragon and phoenix among people, and his behavior is extraordinary? I'm getting cheap, isn't it? So Mama, don't worry, just let it be. ”

Mama Lin was stunned for a moment.

I felt that Chu Lange was reasonable, but I felt that there was something wrong.

Chu Lange re-entered the room, and Mama Lin was still stunned.

But as soon as he stepped into the house, Chu Lange regretted it.