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At this time, in a five-star hotel.

"My clothes really don't need to be washed by your hands!" Ye Fan looked at the hard-working Ma Xian'er with a hint of embarrassment, at this time she pulled and held the clothes belonging to Ye Fan, held them in a wooden barrel, and prepared to put them in the laundry pool to wash by hand. 、

"Yes, Xian'er, I don't need you to wash my clothes, really! I really don't deserve your thanks for those few phone calls, I'll wash the dirty laundry. Standing aside, looking at the clothes soaked in a wooden barrel, those clothes contained the clothes of a man (Ye Fan), and also her skirt, which made her face slightly red, after all, put the clothes of the two together and wash them, so that Wanqing, the saint of the Ghost and God Sect, said shyly and urgently.

"It's okay, my hometown Xiaohexi, we all wash by hand, anyway, I have to wash my clothes now, and by the way, I won't be troublesome to help you two wash them!" Ma Xian'er had a sincere face, and a busy little white hand, who was washing clothes with foam, and a pair of small hands were rubbing glutinously in the wooden barrel.

In Ma Xian'er's worldview, anyone who helps her needs to repay her kindness, which is something that the master has tried to teach.

However, now she has no way to repay the favor, so she thought about helping the two of them wash their clothes properly, after all, in the mountain village of Xiaohexi, washing clothes is the most effective kindness to help others, because those senior brothers and sisters are lazy people, pulling and coaxing her to help wash clothes every day.

"Not really." Wanqing's 'extinguished' black face, at this time, turned into a row of crimson, like the afterglow of the sunset.

This discovery made Ma Xian'er very surprised, surprised why the black face, when shy, the red face will suppress the black face, showing a shy color.

However, Ma Xian'er was surprised and did not continue to ask.

"Finely broken ......" kneaded the clothes in the wooden barrel, and at this time Ma Xian'er was rolling the clothes in the wooden barrel, and bubbles flew up one by one.

A bubble fell on Ye Fan's cheek, and the faint fragrance of the laundry detergent made Ye Fan can't help but glance at the clothes in the wooden barrel, wondering if there was any other flavor mixed with this fragrance.

"Brush brush ......" Soon, the tumbling clothes have been lifted up by Ma Xian'er and put on the basin to brush with a brush, the technique is very light, and I am worried that it will damage the clothes.

At this time, a hard-working and capable woman was washing her clothes, changing the water, twisting and drying, and changing the water......

And next to him, there were two people standing, one Ye Fan, he looked at him who was lowering his head very hard, did he wipe the small sweat on his forehead, there was a word flowing in Ye Fan's heart: virtuous!

Wanqing, she looked at the clothes in the barrel with some shame, which was pulled up by Ma Xian'er, which was a purple underwear.

"Daxian, I think tonight's variety show is good, do you want to go and watch it? I'll leave it to the two of us, after all, we're girls and we're more familiar with laundry! Wanqing glanced at Ye Fan with some embarrassment, the somewhat hot neck and ears proved her heart.

……

Hotel, Presidential Suite. 4 bedrooms, 1 hall.

At this time, in the hall, "I am a singer!" is playing! This variety show is a talent show singer, and a lineup of four mentors.

Ye Fan stepped on his steps, holding a book that was standard in the hotel, and listened to the original song belonging to Chu Lingfei, "The Rainy Season of Acquaintance", this song was being covered by her at this time, although the level of the cover singer was not bad, but it lacked a little Chu Lingfei's ethereal taste.

"I have a dream, I want to participate in this song talent show, I think my singing voice will not be too bad, I should be able to sing a rank!" Ma Fei sat on the sofa, excitedly watching the contestants singing over and over again on TV, and then secretly clenched his fists, declaring his dreams. Since childhood, no one has not had a dream of stardom in their hearts, and Ma Fei, who lives in Xiaoxi Village, is no exception, he wants to sing to others on a crowded stage, instead of singing to a cow and a pig next to a stream.

Of course, this cow and pig are his daily free-range tasks.

"I want to too! But I heard that this election was 10 out of millions of people. I don't know if I can be so lucky! Ma Fugui's eyes were blazing, patting his belly like a pregnant woman with one hand, and said with a sigh.

"I want to too!" At this time, Ye Fan, who was standing aside and holding a book in his hand, also spoke.

"You also want to go to a singing talent show? Be a dark horse?" Ma Fei asked in surprise.

"No!" Ye Fan shook his head and continued: "I don't want to be a dark horse, I want to be a mentor!"

Ye Fan laughed, left the hall amid the boos of Ma Fei and the others, and returned to his own room.

When I closed the door, I heard a self-talk in the dark room: Actually, being a mentor is really a good experience! Got a chance to try it?

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The next day, time flies, the sun rises and sets, and the time on the clock is already displayed: 7 p.m.

At 7 o'clock sharp, the ghost creature once again persecuted a human life. The three brothers and sisters of Ma Xian'er went again. And Ye Fan stayed in the hotel and watched the palace drama.

It's just that when Ye Fan was comfortably crossing Erlang's legs, a phone call asked Ye Fan to change out of his pajamas, wear the faint fragrance dripping clothes that Ma Xian'er washed last night, and go out.

At this time, during the Qing Dynasty, wooden houses, courtyard houses!

"You three little rabbit cubs of the Northeast Ma family, don't say that you will give face, even if your master is here, our tiger master will not give him face."

"You are active in Zhonghai City, have you ever asked the dock, have you ever come to visit the tiger master?!"

"I really don't know the rules!"

The person who was questioned and cursed was a 39-year-old man of medium stature, dressed in black master clothes and wearing a hat inlaid with green jade. Mustache, an origami fan!

This person's first impression of Ye Fan was that of the master of the ancient government, the big-headed master who specialized in slapping sycophants.

And, in the main hall of the courtyard, there was a strong man about 42 years old with rough and dark skin, who stared at the three people with their arms tied not far in front of him without saying a word.

"Master, eat a grape!" A maid to the left of the tiger master gently stuffed a grape for the tiger master to swallow, and immediately got the tiger master's broad palm, and stroked it up and down for a while.

"Master, I also have grapes!" The maid on the right was not far behind, and also stuffed a grape and said coquettishly, if she didn't find the grape she was talking about, what kind of grape was it, which provoked the thick and dark tiger master to hug for a while, and the mouth full of stubble was directly covered on the maid's small mouth. ntent

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