Yang Jinyuan accepted Zhang Dahai's commission to ask for the relics of his master Wu Zhiyang.

It is said to be a commission, but in fact it is almost like being forced.

If you dare to say the word "no", you will be thrown into the Yellow River by Zhang Dahai without saying a word.

Of course, Yang Jinyuan really hopes to get back her master's relics, so that she can give Zhang Dahai, the biggest and most dangerous employer, an explanation, so that she can get out better.

As for Han Jingyang's enemy, she didn't feel much danger, because in her consciousness, Han Jingyang was a good person, and she would not kill people indiscriminately without injustice or hatred, not to mention that she also escaped her life from Han Jingyang's hands.

Therefore, she agrees with Zhang Dahai's plan, and also thinks that Han Jingyang eats soft rather than hard, and this tactic of showing weakness and aggravating salute should be successful.

But now, she hesitated.

Before, she only thought that Han Jingyang was a young master with no background, and there was nothing special except for being powerful.

Now they have changed their minds.

A person who has no background can attract this kind of fairy-level beauty to serve him?

Beauty, especially top beauty, has always been the most precious resource, and not everyone can have it.

Yang Jinyuan thought of the top beauties that had appeared around Han Jingyang, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that Han Jingyang was unfathomable.

Just hesitating, suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and three beauties in ancient costumes appeared at the door, although the color and style of the clothing were slightly different, and the temperament and appearance were also different, but one was more fairy than the other.

This, what's going on?

Seven fairies descending to earth?

So beautiful!

Flawless!

Perfect!

If you are not like a human being, you must be a guest in heaven!

How can there be such a perfect person in the world?

This appearance, this temperament, and this dress are simply the darlings poured out by the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon, and they combine all the advantages in a few bodies.

It's just beautiful.

Who are they?

Yang Jinyuan looked at the four costume fairies blankly, and only after a moment did she whisper: "Excuse me, ...... of them?"

The woman in the yellow dress smiled calmly: "We are four sisters, my name is Zou Rushuang, they are Zou Shuying, Zou Hanlian, Zou Feixiang, and they are all employees of Jiguangzhai like me, and they are the master's maids." ”

Employees of Jiguangzhai.

The master's maid.

Yang Jinyuan was almost numb.

This kind of goddess-like beauty, and it is four sisters, even called Han Jingyang directly the master.

How big is Han Jingyang's origin?

To be able to do this, the background must be extraordinary.

It's definitely not the "hairy boy" in the mouths of Zhang Dahai, "no foundation", "no background", "just lucky".

The more Yang Jinyuan thought about it, the more she felt that Han Jingyang's identity was not ordinary.

thought of Han Jingyang once bypassing her life.

The mood is even more chaotic.

What to do?

Continuing with Zhang Dahai's plan?

No!

No way!

Absolutely not!

You must not make an axe.

Yang Jinyuan gritted her teeth, snapped it in her ear, pulled out a miniature earbud and threw it on the ground to crush it with her feet, and arched her hand: "Trouble the four fairies to help report, just say that Yang Jinyuan has important information to report." ”

Zou Rushuang frowned slightly, and for a while she couldn't figure out what the seriously injured woman at the door wanted to do.

Have important information to report?

However, Zou Rushuang didn't have so many eyes, and bowed slightly to Yang Jinyuan: "Please come in first." ”

Yang Jinyuan was overjoyed: "I'll take these gifts to the house first." ”

"I'll help you."

"Don't dare, don't dare, I'll come by myself, these are very ......heavy" Where did Yang Jinyuan dare to let these fairy-like women do such a stupid job, and hurriedly stopped it, but halfway through the words, she was stunned again.

What did she see?

Lifting a nearly 100-pound box with one hand?

It seems to be effortless.

This, this is outrageous, right?

It's just that a random maid is so beautiful, it seems that she is still born with divine power or martial arts?

It's outrageous.

Yang Jinyuan didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly helped Zou Rushuang move all the large and small boxes into the store, and in the face of Zhou Rushuang's invitation, she didn't sit on the sofa, but sat down on the small stool next to the coffee table, and asked carefully: "Mr. Han is not in the store?" ”

Zou Rushuang blushed: "You're busy, you, you wait." ”

"Oh."

Yang Jinyuan naturally didn't dare to urge, so she could only sit on a small stool and wait for Han Jingyang to show her head, answering the questions of the four Zou Rushuang sisters from time to time, she didn't dare to underestimate Zou Rushuang because Zou Rushuang called herself a maid.

Inside.

Han Jingyang is indeed busy.

was so busy that he was panting and sweating, and after half an hour, he roared, and then lay down softly beside Shi Xiaoya, wrapped the petite Shi Xiaoya in his arms and gasped.

Shi Xiaoya's face was also flushed, and her limbs were soft, and she let Han Jingyang hold her, half-squinting her eyes and enjoying the rare time between the two, and only after a long time did she say softly: "Husband, that long-legged girl on the treasure island is looking for you." ”

"What?"

"Just that Wu Zhiyang's apprentice, the treasure island woman with a great figure you put on the horse."

"What is she doing here?"

"I brought a lot of large and small boxes, so I guess it was a gift."

Han Jingyang immediately sat up.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

I gave that woman a way to live before, thinking that it might be useful in the future.

As a result, the woman came to the door again with a gift.

What do you mean?

Han Jingyang thought about it for a while, then thought of Zhang Dahai, laughed, lay down again, and hugged Shi Xiaoya's smooth little waist: "Ignore her for now, continue to sleep." ”

Shi Xiaoya chuckled and climbed onto Han Jingyang, holding Han Jingyang's chest and straightening up: "Really ignore her?" ”

"Reason, but not now, let her dry for a while."

"Could it be that Zhang Dahai sent her?"

"Definitely, who else can there be besides Zhang Dahai?"

"Purpose?"

"I guess it's for the loot we have captured, there should be something Zhang Dahai urgently needs in it, otherwise Zhang Dahai wouldn't have shot it again and again."

"What then?"

"What to do?"

"Do you want to make peace with Zhang Dahai?"

"Peace? How can it be? Whenever I have the chance, I'll kill him as soon as I can. ”

"Then let Rushuang drive that woman away."

"No, listen to what she has to say, and then make a decision."

"It's okay, but husband, you have to be careful, don't fall for the beauty trick."

"With you as a goblin, how can I be a beauty? What kind of beauty can be more charming than you, a little goblin? ”

Shi Xiaoya snorted twice and twisted her ass under Han Jingyang's waist: "Men are all big pigs' trotters, they only smoke good cigarettes when they have good cigarettes, and ordinary cigarettes can be smoked when they don't have good cigarettes. ”

Han Jingyang's face was full of black lines.

What kind of hellish parable is this?

I can also pick up a cigarette butt and take two sips.

What does that have to be hungry and thirsty?

It is the duty of every man to refuse to pick up cigarette butts.

However, that treasure island woman is not a cigarette butt, if Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing are one hundred and one packs of Huazi, that woman is at least sixty-one packs of Liqun, and she is also a good cigarette that ordinary people are reluctant to smoke, and she is also first-class in all aspects, and her figure is even more brilliant than Shi Xiaoya.

Thinking of this, he arched his waist: "Hurry up, wash up and go see her when you're done, and see what she wants to say." ”

Shi Xiaoya snorted twice, biting her ruddy lip and said greasyly: "I'm worried that she will take refuge in you." ”