"Mama, I'll go out with Baolu for a while, and I'll pick you up later!"

Han San walked to the courtyard and put down his things, said hello to Mama and prepared to pull Bao Lu, who had not yet entered the door, but he didn't hear Mama speak in a hurry.

"This kid, he really said hello and left! Bao Lu is about to get married, how can he still follow him around like before? ”

When Mama heard the voice and came out of the room, she only had time to see the two pulling backs, and she wanted to call them back with her voice and was afraid that others would hear it and spread Baolu's gossip, so she had no choice but to give up. After all, she is old and her legs and feet are not as sharp as young people, so I am afraid she will not be able to catch up.

"What are you doing in such a hurry? I'm going to have to dry the ones I've just washed! ”

Bao Lu was led in a hurry, and almost planted a heel, but she shook her hand hard and didn't shake it off, so she could only speed up her steps and follow closely.

"I can't wait, I want you to see it sooner, hurry up!"

Han San said with some excitement in front, the more he talked, the more anxious he became, he couldn't wait to spread his wings behind his back and fly her directly, at this time, he regretted that he didn't bring the horse over, otherwise he could ride a horse faster with Baolu.

"I can't walk, I really can't walk, you let me rest and take a breath......"

After about a long time of walking incense, Bao Lu felt that his legs were no longer his own, and begged Han San to let him go, but he struggled but simply sat on the ground.

"It's coming soon, just ahead, hurry up, or I'll carry you on my back?"

Han San was overjoyed in his heart because he was in a hurry and held Baolu's hand without being thrown away, and walked all the way like this, thinking that she was so tired that she couldn't walk and carry her words by herself, hehehe...... Thinking like this, Han San let go of Bao Lu's hand, squatted in front of her with his back back, and stretched out his hand to wait for the soft fragrance and warm jade to come over and throw him into his arms.

"Forget it, I'll go by myself, come by myself."

Bao Lu immediately stood up with a grunt, and took two steps back away from him, afraid that Han San would catch him and carry him away.

Han San, who was a little disappointed by the rejection, did not force her, stood up straight and took Bao Lu's hand again and walked forward, saying in his mouth:

"Let's go, let's walk a little longer."

At this time, Baolu, who began to know the reserve, stood still, and forcibly broke his hand, saying that it was better not to be too intimate, after all, men and women do not kiss. The relationship between the two is not suitable for walking hand in hand in broad daylight, and many people who have become relatives do not dare to show their affection so blatantly.

Han San's face was full of spring obedience, and today with Bao Lu gave him a feeling of taking his new daughter-in-law home, and the girl with a pink face meekly followed his footsteps, and it seemed that even the wind blew a sweet taste.

When he walked to the end of an alley behind a downtown block, Han San said that he had finally arrived.

"Little Guizi, open the door, we're coming!"

Han San led Bao Lu to the door of a mansion that looked a little exquisite, raised his hand and began to call the door, Bao Lu who followed behind was a little confused, what was the matter with Han San taking the trouble to drag himself all the way here, what was the matter with knocking on someone's door to find the master's house, what was he doing with her? Could this be his home?

Bao Lu looked around, and it was indeed possible.

It is a rich area at a glance, not only is it convenient to buy near the street, but also the environment is quiet and there is no noise in the downtown area. Besides, the stone lion at the door, plus the seat below is almost three meters high, and the general rich and noble people dare not do it so showy, although there is no inscription on the door plaque, "low-key" is also a standard configuration of high-door households!

"Young Master, you're back."

A young man with a somewhat shrill voice came and opened the door.

Bao Lu looked over with the voice, and found that it was the little guy who was separated from him when he first met Han San, and he thought he was an acquaintance and hurriedly said hello:

"Hey, it's you, we haven't seen each other for a long time, why didn't Han San bring you over when he came to my house to play?"

"Everything is under the orders of the young master, and the young master won't let me follow me."

The little guy called Xiao Guizi stiffened his face, lowered his head, and replied respectfully to Baolu's words.

"Yikes! Eldest young master, I'm afraid to take a little guy with me when I'm with us civilians, right? Or will I be waiting for you anyway, so I'll give him a holiday? ”

Bao Lu slapped Han San's shoulder with a laughing smile and said jokingly.

In fact, most of the time, Han San really didn't let anyone serve him when he arrived at his house, but he was supported to do a lot of work, except for the clumsy help at the beginning, he was still industrious, I don't know how people who are usually used to being served by personal servants like to come to her house as free laborers.

"Bold!"

Han San had long been accustomed to Bao Lu's occasional lack of big and small and moving his hands and feet, and when he didn't start to shake his mouth and start to fight back, Xiao Guizi took the lead, and shouted very majestically, so scared that Bao Lu's legs and feet were crooked and almost fell down from the top of the ladder, but fortunately, Han San moved quickly, and caught her so that she didn't fall at the door of someone's house and eat.

"How can you be so presumptuous and dare to be rude to the emperor!"

Xiao Guizi didn't finish scolding, and continued to reprimand when he came to him, he didn't notice that the expressions of the two people who were hugging each other at this time changed color because of what he said.

"Your Majesty?"

Maintaining the posture of an unsuccessful attempt to plant onions, Bao Lu, who still had one foot crossed and didn't have time to take it back, asked stiffly.

"Treasure Green!"

Han San looked anxious and stared at her tightly, as if she would run away at any moment.

He didn't tell her his identity at the beginning because he didn't want the disparity in identity to make her alienated or afraid of himself, what he liked was the treasure green who simply regarded him as a man, he could be casual and presumptuous, and he could be the treasure green he was, not those women who knew their identity and deliberately stammered or flattered.

It's not that he didn't think that it would be impossible to hide it from her for the rest of his life, but he just tried to push back the day when the truth was revealed, he was afraid that she would change, become a curtsy when she saw him, become afraid to talk casually when she saw him, and no longer be able to slap her like just now.

"Listen to me explain ...... to you"

Han San said anxiously.

"Forehead ......"

Bao Green blinked and said:

"I think you'd better put me down first."

After all, it is a bit difficult to maintain such a difficult action chat for a long time. Explaining this kind of thing is a long process in romance novels and TV dramas, so for the sake of your body, let's start again in a more comfortable position.

"Uh-oh."

Han San obediently helped Baolu to stand up, a little worried that she would turn around and leave, so he grabbed Baolu's hand after standing up straight.

Bao Lu secretly rolled his eyes - please, are you the emperor! The supreme leader of the country, the person at the peak of power! Is it okay to show the momentum of the superior? Wouldn't the overbearing president's set be?

Is it a supreme honor for you to be a melon-eating crowd like you? If you don't hurry up and hug your thighs, your brain will get into the water, who is stupid and still running? Glory, wealth, gold, silver and jewelry feel like they are all floating in front of you, do you want a picture of a pitiful little child who is afraid of being punished for doing something wrong and afraid of being thrown away?