Zhou Bida's expression really changed.

Before I was able to ask Meng Jie to come to the door in person, and now I also invite Taichang Siqing to come and see Feng Shui.

And such a calm and breezy expression is as casual as saying "I'll invite a friend over for a meal".

This is not the average person.

It seems that this female neighbor is even more powerful than I heard before.

Zhou Bida thought about it, and couldn't help but have an expression of honor on his face: "It's really Zhou's luck to be a neighbor with Miss Mu." “

Mu Yunhan said kindly: "You are too modest. “

But I heard one person say coldly: "It is indeed your luck!" “

The curtain of the car was raised, and Gu Fenglin sat in the car, his expression was cold and his eyes were indifferent.

Zhou Bida inexplicably gave birth to a sense of humility of "I am an ant", and he bowed humbly: "Zhou Bida has seen Lord Taichang Siqing. “

Gu Fenglin looked at him indifferently: "I heard that you have a lot of fame." “

Zhou Bida was taken aback, and then looked at Mu Yunhan.

Mu Yunhan was even more shocked than him, saying that he didn't know what was going on.

Zhou Bida immediately thought that it must be the Song family who said bad things about him, and immediately smiled: "Don't worry, my lord, no matter how many famous people are in the lower halls, you can't do it against Miss Mu." “

I have the strength, but I don't use it against her.

He can be regarded as saying this softly and appropriately, he is always the maiden family of Concubine Zhou and Mrs. Mu San, no matter what, he can't be too humble and lose face.

Gu Fenglin curled the corners of his lips and smiled coldly.

An afterimage flashed in front of Zhou Bida, and a trace of cold wind slid against his neck.

When he reacted, a thin silk thread had been wrapped around his neck, and the other end of the thread was held in the hands of the old man in gray who was driving the car.

"Master Zhou, your neckline is fried, look, it's a long line."

As soon as the gray-clothed old man pulled the silk thread, Zhou Bida felt a pain in his neck.

It is rumored that martial arts masters can fly flowers and pick leaves to kill, and silk threads are an excellent killing weapon.

Zhou Bida was in a cold sweat, stiffened and didn't dare to move, and shouted mournfully: "My lord, my lord, there is no evil intention in the bottom." “

Gu Fenglin looked at him indifferently and didn't react.

The old man holding the silk thread pulled the silk thread hard, and Zhou Bida felt a hot pain in the back of his neck, as if something hot was flowing down his neck......

Damn, it's blood! It must be blood!

Zhou Bida cried wolf: "Miss Mu, you speak, I didn't do anything." “

Gu Fenglin said: "It doesn't mean that you won't do it in the future. “

"I won't do it in the future!" Zhou Bida seemed to smell blood, rolled his eyes, and fell down.

Mu Jie held him in time: "It's better not to faint." “

Zhou Bida was sad and indignant, these days, he can't even faint! And there is no royal law anymore!

I only heard Mu Yunhan gently and gently plead with him: "My lord, the Zhou family is very polite." “

After another half a cup of tea, Zhou Bida heard Gu Fenglin say lightly: "Since that's the case, that's it." “

The silk thread around Zhou Bida's neck was taken away.

His legs and feet were weak, and he almost fell headlong, and when he was in annoyance, he was held by Mu Jie again, and whispered in his ear: "No blood, just sweat." “

Zhou Bida was suddenly grateful, and finally saved face in front of his subordinates.

I heard Mu Yunhan say again: "If Master Zhou is fine, why don't you take a walk together?" “

Zhou Bida is even more grateful, good man.