Lan Qingchuan would not accept his sarcasm easily, the tip of her nose surrounded the strong smell of herbs, she tilted her head inward, and her voice was slightly deep, "I thought that after that time, I would not see you again." ”

"You are really naïve, the third master baby Chu Li, so you can hide from it, but there are always people who don't let you go, you really think you can hide." He finally tore his face, and his tone was not good.

He purely vented his dissatisfaction and anger to her, Lan Qingchuan had a headache and didn't want to say anything.

Gong Shu snorted from his nose, crossed the screen, and walked out.

Lan Qingchuan silently looked at his back until the sound of his knees touching the ground came from outside the screen. Gong Shu's voice came from there, very honest, just like a cat that saw a tiger and consciously put away its paws.

After so many days, she heard Miyaike Ruo's voice again. He chuckled under his breath, in the kind of slow and logical tone, with a low-pressure cold smoke, and mercilessly cleaned up the mixed-race cat.

"I'm not a little daring, I didn't know you had such a sharp mouth before."

Gong Shu snapped, honestly slapped himself, and then said, "Third master, I was wrong." ”

The movement was not small, and the frightened dog outside the door barked a few times.

"Get out, don't come in again." Gong Chi Ruo's figure gradually passed through the screen, his steps were light and slow, and he commanded as he walked, "The snow ball outside the door will also be taken away for me, it is very noisy." ”

Lan Qingchuan turned his head, and then he saw Gong Chi Ruo. He wore a gray silk gown with a snow-white undershirt around his neck. This man's skin is very beautiful and white, and it is whiter than the exquisite underwear, and his gray eyes and eyebrows are thick and gorgeous, with a bit of unnatural sickness.

He walked to a set of rosewood square tables behind the screen, and did not come forward, and glanced at the waiting girl, she put down the small box of rubbing medicine, and quietly withdrew.

Lan Qingchuan saw him sit down, holding a cigarette stick between his thin white fingers, and he slammed it on the table, making a crisp sound.

At this time, time flew by, and suddenly I lost my words.

He hooked his lips, thin red and beautiful, no matter how closely he looked at his facial features, he couldn't find any flaws, it was a very beautiful face, but it was too sharp, with some evil aura that could not be concealed.

"If there's anything you want to know, just ask."

Lan Qingchuan sat up slightly, her throat had just healed. There was still some low pressure, and even a little trembling, as if he was afraid to know the result he was most afraid to see, "How is my uncle?" ”

He poured himself a cup of tea and said unconcernedly, "It's fine." It should be in Singapore now. ”

Lan Qingchuan tensed for a few days, and finally relaxed at the moment when he got an answer. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why did you do this?" ”

He glanced at her with a smile, a pair of gray eyes, not like ordinary people with more or less emotion, nor like others' scheming city mansions hidden in it, it was really like dead ashes, and his eyes were empty.

"Gong Shu's words are really unpleasant to you, but I didn't punish him for this. But if you don't like it, he still has a sentence that is right. I was tired of the face you were wearing, so I let you go. He took a sip, apparently unpalatable, and closed the teacup, clattered it on the table, and continued, "But I would let you go, but the others would not." ”

"You said Gong Nanmu, this is what he did?" Lan Qingchuan shook his head, "I don't believe it." He and Gong Shu have always listened to you the most. ”