"This is the first and last time." As soon as the words fell, the man took steps and flew out of the city, until he disappeared, and Tsing Yi came back to his senses, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

In this life, being able to look at his back from a distance like this is her greatest happiness.

The autumn sun was mild and dazzling, and the pedestrians walked to and fro the streets and alleys, and no one knew that last night's fighting, that bloody night like purgatory.

In Lingyun Village on the outskirts of the city, the little maids were busy between the kitchen and the hall, and the light and delicious dishes were neatly and orderly placed on the tables in the hall. The housekeeper took the two servants to take care of the Zhuangzi up and down, and he was also very busy. Lingyunzhuang, which was unusually cold in the past, is particularly lively today.

All this has to be attributed to the fact that their master has returned, and he has brought back a person, regardless of that person's previous identity, but now this identity completely subverts the views and opinions they have held for several years.

This morning, a maid brought a bowl of decoction into the master's room, and saw her master laughing, the smile was gentle and obsessive, at that time she was obsessed with it for a while, and unconsciously spilled the decoction in her hand all over the ground, she remembered, it was the master but just frowned, and did not blame her, which made her stunned all morning. She always felt as if the world had become unreal.

In this way, many problems that seemed serious before will become trivial matters worth mentioning today, and such an atmosphere has made the little maids in the village even more uneasy, and everyone knows what kind of person their master is.

In the end, Tsing Yi slowly guided everyone, everyone was relieved, and the happiest was the old housekeeper, who didn't hear about it, his own cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and even heartless master now has a heart, which is not to quickly take people to take care of Zhuangzi up and down.

When Dye Hua woke up, it was already evening, and when he opened his eyes, he was facing a pair of narrow eyes, Dye Hua felt like a dream, otherwise how would he wake up, how would he see him.

"How do you feel now?" The woman who was about to close her eyes and fall asleep suddenly widened her eyes, and red clouds suddenly flew on her little face. Before his mind could react, he had already reached out and pulled the quilt over his head, and a muffled voice came from the quilt: "You, why are you in my room?" "Because of the nervousness, it was a little difficult to even speak.

As soon as the words fell, Dye Hua suddenly heard a low laughter in his ears. The laughter, as if by magic, gripped her heart tightly, increasing with the frequency of his laughter.

"Why, I've been stuffed in the quilt, and I don't plan to come out." Halfway, the man smiled, and his deep and sexy voice slowly poured through the room.

Damn, some people are just blessed, not only have a face that turns all beings upside down, but also have a good voice that is so good that people can indulge in it and can't extricate themselves.

"I, I'm not afraid of the cold, am I?" Dyeing and painting replied weakly, although he said so, but he was already scolding his mother in his heart.

Nima, it's not all your fault that Lao Tzu is stuffy in the quilt, you are good now, and you dare to say cool things there.

"Are you sure you don't come out, I seem to faintly hear a sound of footsteps coming this way, if you don't come out again, I guess you won't have to come out in the future, just put a gauze hat on your head." The man's hateful and damn attractive voice sounded again, and Dye Hua suddenly had the urge to kill, this dead man did it on purpose. However, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he immediately counted it in his heart.