Hua Thirteen also frowned suspiciously and replied: "I don't know why he suddenly broke in from the window, I heard that Xu Da, who fainted yesterday, has been properly placed by Mrs. Zhou, could it be that there is something wrong with this?" ”

Being asked such a rhetorical question, Zhou Rong was a little reluctant to talk more, and waved his hand and said: "That's it, if it weren't for Xu Da making such a fuss, Zhou might not be able to harvest your talent, haha." Before tomorrow night, bring the painting to you, do you have any questions? ”

Ignoring the deep confusion and suspicion in Jingmo's eyes, Hua Thirteen deeply surrendered his hand to accept his orders, exchanged a few words of greeting, and then said goodbye and went back.

Zhou Rong stared at the distant figure of the thirteenth painting in the distance, and whispered to Jingmo, who was sullen in his arms: "Wan'er, what do you think of this person?" ”

Jingmo was stunned by the question, raised his eyebrows, and stared at Qiu Tong, who seemed to be ignorant of the world: "Huh? ”

"With his not bad mind and meager background, he is very suitable for staying by his side for a long time, and I really have such a person in my hands." Zhou Rong's deep gaze shone with a little ghostly light, "But he gives me the feeling that there is always something that I can't figure out." I, Zhou Rong, employ people, like beating a snake and hitting seven inches, I must pinch its vital point, otherwise, it is better not to use it. ”

"What did Zhou Lang mean by telling the slave family?" Jingmo asked empathetically.

"Wan'er, I want you to go to him tonight." Zhou Rong stared straight at Jingmo with deep eyes, "Go find out his details and weaknesses." ”

This is not something that Jingmo has been trying to figure out, she couldn't help but hesitate and lowered her eyebrows and asked, "Zhou Lang called me...... At night...... Go to him? ”

"Wan'er, remember, you are my woman." Zhou Rong saw Jingmo's low eyebrows, and stroked her peach-colored cheeks with pity, and whispered, "So, listen to me." If you can help me catch this usable talent, I will not be disadvantaged to you. ”

Jing Mo was taken aback in her heart, these days, she only said that Zhou Rong was a selfish and narrow-minded person, and she couldn't imagine that he was a ruthless person who turned his face to achieve his goals, and even the so-called "his woman" in his mouth was just a pawn casually handed over to others.

Jing Mo smiled lightly, and the head of the jaw commanded, and in Zhou Rong's eyes, he walked to the gallery with many thoughts that were far better than the infinite sunset, and the room where the thirteenth painting was drawn.

"Why are you here?" Although it was a question, there was no strangeness in the tone of the painting thirteen, he quickly glanced out of the door and invited Jingmo to come in.

"Why did you help him?" Jing Mo asked with a cold face.

"Help whom?"

"Knowingly asked."

"How do you know I'm not helping you?"

Jing Mo couldn't help but sneer and shrugged his shoulders, and asked with a pair of clear autumn pupils: "I haven't known you for a long time, but I've really heard a lot of nonsense from you!" If you are really a dignified seven-foot man, tell me the truth, why did you agree to help Zhou Rong get that work! ”

"What if I still say, 'It's for you're sake?' Painting Thirteen Wen suddenly became serious from a casual look, he raised his hand and gently pinched Jingmo's thin chin, stared at her angry stubborn face, and said: "You also said that this painting has been in your hands for a long time, and the mystery has never been solved, if it drags on any longer, how long will 'Bai Wan' stay by Zhou Rong's side?" Can you still hold up for your 'seven days'? ”

Jingmo was surprised, and was stared at by his direct Qingyuan gaze, he seemed to be quietly remembering every detail, but he didn't say it easily, and as soon as he said it, it made people speechless.

"But you promised me that you would crack the secret of the painting as soon as possible, and I could still hold out ...... few days."

"But I didn't say that you can't rely on the painter to solve the mystery by himself."

"Right now, you obviously want to be manipulated by Zhou Rong, be his pawn and do things for him!" Jingmo turned her head heavily, and suddenly shook off the hand that had drawn thirteen on her chin.

"It's too early to tell who is whose pawn." Painting Thirteen said in a dark and uncertain manner, "If you believe me, I will give you an explanation for this painting." You go back first and wait for my news. ”

"I... I can't go......" Jingmo thought about what Zhou Rong told her to do, frowned and froze in place, and suddenly glanced at the painting thirteen towards the closed door, and became stunned.

Painting Thirteen glimpsed that there was a dark shadow lying faintly outside the door, he was startled in his heart, and was about to speak, but Jing Mo hurriedly covered his slightly open lips.

"He sent me... Come and spend the night with you...... Outside the door, it should be Steward Luo staring at ......," Jingmo reminded in a low voice at a loss.

Hua Thirteen's grim expression "poof" smiled as if he couldn't hold back, his eyes couldn't say joy or hide his joy, looking at the shy and shy woman in front of him, he asked interestingly: "You mean, you come, accompany me, spend the night?" ”

He saw that Jing Mo was silent with a tight face, his cheeks were already red, and he glanced at the black shadow outside the door, and the temptation of Zhou Rong in his heart was suddenly clear.

He suddenly shouted in a light and profligate voice: "White girl, you are so fragrant." ”

Suddenly, a loud slap "snapped", accompanied by an exaggerated "ouch" scream, and the black shadow outside the door trembled. Jingmo in the room was also stunned in place, staring blankly at Hua Thirteen and slapping her hands heavily and screaming, and then, she watched Hua Thirteen run all over the room, and deliberately kicked down two wooden stools with "ping pong", and said in a romantic voice:

"You run, even if you can run out of the palm of your hand below, can you still run out of a lustful heart of a hungry ghost in my color?"

Jing Mo stood in place with wide eyes, watching Hua Thirteen running around chasing something in the room where there were only the two of them, and said in his heart, shouldn't it be a ghost?

"You're in... Why? Jingmo grabbed his arm as he ran to her side.

Painting thirteen's messy footsteps had to stop, he unexpectedly picked up Jingmo in front of him with a horizontal waist, and shouted with a very exaggerated smile in a frivolous manner: "You run, beauty, my bed is my heart, you can't run away!" ”

As he spoke, Hua Thirteen's ears sounded Jingmo's chaotic screams, and he looked out of the door with satisfaction, but the black shadow still didn't leave, he frowned and was about to walk to the bed with Jingmo in his arms, but there was a sudden heart-piercing pain on his arm.

"Shhhhh

After drawing thirteen gasps in pain, he clenched his teeth, and moved to the couch step by step with the crazy rabbit biting indiscriminately in his arms, but the strength of the teeth biting his arm did not decrease but increased, and he had to shout at the door with great enjoyment:

"The girl's jade body is really like a hibiscus out of the water, your soft waist, your white breasts - hiss, pain! - Vine-like hair! It's really fascinating and intoxicating. ”

The rabbit in his arms must be crazy! Unexpectedly, he used his strength to bite his arm, and his brows were tightly locked together in pain, and he lowered his voice and bowed his head: "Shut up!" Oh no, you open your mouth! ”

The man in his arms stubbornly looked back at Hua Thirteen, and he felt the strength between the teeth on his arm multiplied several times, as if he was silently resisting: You let go of me first!

"Shhh Painting Thirteen couldn't help but not suppress his voice, he saw the black shadow outside the door shaking, and hurriedly pinched his happy voice and shouted, "The girl has lost her soul so much, she is really dying under the peony flower, and she is also a ghost." ”

This fragrant and moving peony flower may have become an annoyed and angry man-eating flower at this moment. Jing Mo's cheeks suddenly turned red, and he bit through Hua Thirteen's shirt fiercely, and a little blood oozed from his white sleeves.

Hua Thirteen frowned deeply, endured silently, and infinitely gently put Jingmo from his arms on the couch, turned around and kicked down the lampstand in the room, and it was suddenly dark.

A slightly angry flirtatious voice sounded in the thick darkness: "It seems that the white girl is really heavy-tasted, and she likes the overlord to bow hard, huh?" ”

Jingmo was about to turn over and jump off the couch, but was pressed back by the painting thirteen, he nervously "shh

Jingmo hurriedly explained in a low voice: "This won't work. I... I told Zhou Rong that these seven days coincided with my menstrual period, and he just... to stop... He specially sent me to find out your origin and weakness, probably to test me......"

"This shameless old pervert." Hua Thirteen's face became dark and uncertain, and he quickly whispered, "Tell him, the hungry ghost in the color of half red, Bai Wan of Chun Manlou has been captured, and seeing a beauty is enough to make him dizzy." As for the person who is half red, he is just a hard-working person who was born with a birthmark and his parents died in a certain mountain nest in the Yuanne Peaks of Saibei. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Jingmo finally asked the question that this stalk had been in her heart for too long and too deep.

"You have said that I am a friend and not an enemy." Seeing that Jingmo seemed to be very dissatisfied with this answer, Hua Thirteen paused and continued, "When the review is made, it is the day of the sting. Now, if you insist on asking, I will not have a few words of truth for you. ”

The dark shadow outside the door saw that the room suddenly became quiet, and couldn't help shaking a few times. Hua Thirteen said to Jingmo without question: "Kick me, quick!" ”

Jingmo was puzzled, and raised his eyebrows in confusion and stared at Hua Thirteen who was in a hurry to be kicked: "Huh? ”

Painting thirteen eyes swirled slightly, as if he had decided something, he suddenly reached out to pull Jingmo's clothes, and the splendid Luo shirt was grabbed and dropped by him, and suddenly revealed half an inch of fragrant shoulders, which was amazing and moving, and Jingmo was caught off guard "Ah".

"Kick me, kick me." Painting Thirteen said anxiously as if pleading as if grabbing her slippery shirt.

Jing Mo was deeply offended by such frivolous and debauched acts, his head was hot, and he slapped Hua Thirteen's face with a "snap", and the force was so heavy that he almost didn't breathe out the birthmark on the left side of his face.

Hua Thirteen was slapped by this slap and felt painful and dizzy, covering his swollen left cheek and whispering to Jingmo: "Run out, quickly, run all the way back to his side." ”

Only then did Jingmo recover from the panic of being stripped of his clothes, understood the meaning of painting thirteen, and quickly ran out of the door, slamming the door and out. Hua Thirteen glanced behind the pillar outside the door, and deliberately exaggerated in the direction of Jingmo's departure:

"This woman is really a fierce horse."

After Steward Luo outside the door heard this, he quietly returned to Zhou's mansion to resume his life.

"Zhou Lang!"

In the cold night, the crying voice of a delicate woman poured into the ears of the people sitting in the lobby of the Zhou Mansion through the cool breeze.

"Wan'er, what's wrong? What grievances have you suffered? Didn't it go well? When Zhou Rong saw the beauty pear blossom with rain, he hurriedly hugged her, and her clothes were disheveled, and her shoulders were cold.