"You...... You ......" Meng Bao didn't expect these two people to go back on their word, and he was so angry that he almost gritted a mouthful of white teeth. He should have thought of Yun Xiaoshuang, a stinky girl, who had done things openly, and every step she took had a specific meaning.

Suddenly, he suddenly thought of something, and raised his eyebrows proudly, but quickly suppressed the joy in his heart. He pretended to be angry and snorted coldly, and said, "Okay, good! Yun Xiaoshuang, I trust you too much. In this case, I don't think there is any need for us to cooperate, from today onwards, you take your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge, those things are just as charity from my pity to you! ”

Saying that, he really wanted to leave.

A smile flashed in Yun Xiaoshuang's eyes, and she said, "It's just a joke, why should Uncle Meng be so serious." ”

She got up and invited Meng Bao to sit down, and poured tea herself, "Besides, Uncle Meng, the little girl said this for your own good." ”

In Meng Zhuo's heart, from the moment Yun Xiaoshuang admitted his mistake, he felt that he had guessed correctly, and thought: She really hid me in Moxue Building for other purposes, otherwise it was just to ask for those few pieces of paper, just take the paper and leave on the spot, so why let him follow him to Moxue Building?

Thinking like this, the smug expression on his face suddenly increased a lot, and he secretly decided that if Yun Xiaoshuang forced him to do anything again, he would use leave to threaten him, so that Yun Xiaoshuang would have to obey him.

At this time, he squinted his eyes and glanced at Yun Xiaoshuang, and asked unhappily: "I have become this stinky ...... This girl's toy, is it good for me? Yun Xiaoshuang, you're playing with me like a fool! ”

Meng Luo originally wanted to say that Zhao Hong was a stinky girl, but as soon as his first word came out, he saw Murong Ye's sinister gaze sweeping over. This guy is strong and strong, and Meng Bao has no doubt that he can knock himself over with one hand.

He could guarantee that Yun Xiaoshuang would not beat him, but he could not guarantee that Murong Ye would not do it, so he removed the word "stinky" with interest.

Yun Xiaoshuang was not angry, and explained with a smile: "Do you think, if I make your life too easy, won't the prime minister know that you are actively betraying?" But if I oppress you in every way, the prime minister sees it and thinks you are forced. I've bullied you like this, he feels a little distressed about you, and he will feel that you are helpless to do this, even if I don't protect you, the prime minister won't be too embarrassed for you, right? ”

Meng Luo frowned and thought about it, he always felt that something was wrong, but he felt that there seemed to be some truth, so he nodded and said: "Then I will believe you once, but you had better let me know that you are right, otherwise I will not be happy, and I will definitely not let you feel better!" ”

When he said these words, he was fierce, as if he was a hungry tiger staring at the little white rabbit in his hand, which was enough to frighten a little girl who did not know the world, and made her afraid and overwhelmed.

The corners of Murong Ye's mouth hooked, and he turned his head to the side, so as not to be ridiculed when he saw that he really couldn't hold back.

After so many years in catering and even business, Murong Ye thought that he had seen all kinds of people, and he would not feel strange if he encountered anything. But when he began to understand the shopkeeper of this so-called No. 1 restaurant, he realized that his former self was too arrogant.

"Who hasn't seen it" sounds like a joke, for example, he has never seen such a stupid person as Meng Bao, even Yun Xiaoxue before he was not in contact with business, and now Zhao Hong are more than a star and a half smarter than him.

There are several loopholes in Yun Xiaoshuang's sentence alone, but the shopkeeper of the No. 1 restaurant in the capital didn't even notice it, which is simply ridiculous.

It was hard for him to imagine that it had only been less than a day, and Meng Bao had forgotten that he had already begun to hunt him down before he had betrayed the prime minister. After getting along for 20 years, Meng Luo couldn't understand that it was not a problem of his lord not taking the initiative to defect, but a problem of him having defected.

Before the mutiny, the prime minister had already planned to kill him, and now the rebellious prime minister didn't want to break him into thousands of pieces, so that his life would be worse than death? What's more, there is a very obvious loophole in Yun Xiaoshuang's previous words: If I can't protect you.

When the agreement was reached, Yun Xiaoshuang said that only she could protect Meng Bao, and now Meng Bao has not found out about the fair treaty change. If Meng is captured and killed one day, then he can't blame others, he can only stupidly kill himself.

Yun Xiaoshuang smiled even brighter, but she didn't follow his words and changed the subject: "Since we have said it, we have to implement it." From now on, you are Xiaohong's toy, and if she hits you twice if she is unhappy, she can't fight back. If someone else comes looking for trouble, you have to protect her. When Murong and I are not here, you are here to help Xiaohong take care of the store, Xiaohong's body is weak and she can't work for a long time, so you can help her more when the store is busy. ”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Meng Zhuo, whose face darkened again, and suddenly smiled softly: "Oh yes, I forgot to tell you that Moxue Lou secretly has many bodyguards hired by her husband, just to protect me and Xiaohong." You should pay more attention when you are in the store on weekdays, and don't dare to do something that makes people misunderstood, otherwise we won't be able to protect you if you lose arms and legs. After all......"

"We're all weak women who can't help it."

Yun Xiaoshuang pretended to be weak, leaving a smile like a spring breeze and beckoning Zhao Hong and Murong Ye to leave. When he went downstairs, the arrogant and fearless expression on Yun Xiaoshuang's face suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he whispered to Zhao Hong: "This guy is still a little useful to us, you take a good look at him, don't let him slip away." In addition, there may be bad people coming to the door on these two days, so you should pay more attention and protect yourself. ”

After thinking about it, she decided to let Murong Ye stay with her. The next thing to deal with will be somewhat dangerous, although there will be no injuries or life problems, but grievances will definitely be indispensable.

She couldn't say that she would let Zhao Hong suffer a little grievance, or that she could say "as long as Meng Yu didn't have a problem, don't let the bodyguard show up during this time", so she could only let Murong Ye stay by her side to protect her.

She believed that a smart person like Murong Ye would definitely understand what she meant and would protect Zhao Hong for her. As for her, I'm afraid I'm going to run out more these days.

The sky is moving, the temperature is gradually warming, and soon spring will be in full bloom.

The Eight Princes' Mansion.

Song Zhehao brewed the best tea from his collection for Zhao Mocheng, brought desserts made by the chef who had learned three tricks and two styles with Hua Qi, and said with a smile: "Taste, is there any difference with what your Hua Qi made." ”

Zhao Mocheng pinched a piece of osmanthus cake, took a small bite and put it down, without speaking. Song Zhehao's brows slowly furrowed, and he complained: "Hey, Zhao Mocheng, you're too faceless, aren't you?" Even if the taste is not comparable, it is not much worse! ”

During this period of retreat, in order to let the chef make a dim sum similar to that made by Hua Qi, Song Zhehao almost vomited the osmanthus cake, and finally made such a similar one, but Zhao Mocheng didn't even bother to taste the second bite.

Zhao Mocheng's white and good-looking fingers took the handkerchief handed over by the maid and wiped his hands elegantly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile like a spring breeze, and he said unhurriedly: "When will you learn to do it?" ”

The Eighth Prince's body stiffened slightly, and there was a clear streak in his eyes, and he suddenly chuckled and said, "I have been casual for too long, I almost forgot my habits." ”

"Yes, in order to find the most suitable food for your own taste, the eighth prince who can't wait to travel all over the country has never been willing to grieve his tongue, how can he taste the dim sum of the drunken fairy building, and then make it a few times, and he is already satisfied with the taste as soon as he has a little taste? Everything in the Drunken Immortal House is superb, but this kind of dim sum that is imitated to the point of being similar to each other has a lot of them.

The eighth prince thinks it's delicious, maybe just because it's not easy to come by. But in reality, it's just that.

What is fake is fake, as long as it is not imitated to the essence, it is not worthy of the name of Drunken Immortal Tower. ”

Zhao Mocheng's tone was not hurried, with two smiles, making him look like a clear and bamboo-like teenager, and the word elegance was vividly reflected in his body.

Only Song Zhehao interpreted the ridicule and disdain from Zhao Mocheng's smile. This seems to be a small talk, but it is full of Zhao Mocheng's ridicule and suppression of him.

Song Zhehao wanted to jump up and give him a punch.

glared at him angrily, Song Zhehao picked up the osmanthus cake on the table, but he only ate one bite and spit it out, and did not take a second bite.

When Zhao Mocheng said these words, he still felt that these osmanthus cakes were not too similar to those of Drunken Immortal Building. But after listening to Zhao Mocheng's words, he felt that these things were simply difficult to swallow, and they were not half comparable to the osmanthus cake of the Drunken Immortal Building.

Has he really been a little arrogant lately?

Song Zhehao began to recall what he had done in recent months, and gradually found the arrogance hidden behind "I think" from those "self-righteousness". It turned out that the past few months had not been as comfortable as he imagined.

He seems to be relying on the emperor's trust to do something wrong.

At first, he didn't think it was anything, and even thought that what he did was very good, because the emperor would reprimand him, but he would trust him more because of it.

But think about it another way, what's the difference between this and asking for something based on trust?

The person sitting in the high position is not only his father, but also his emperor, and the emperor of the world. What kind of biscuit is he, he dares to be so unscrupulous in front of the emperor of the world.

Song Zhehao shuddered violently, looked down at the ugly face reflected in the teacup and didn't speak, until Zhao Mocheng pushed his teacup in front of him.

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Mocheng in confusion, still thinking about what he was doing, when he saw that the person in the wheelchair only raised his chin slightly and said, "The tea is cold." ”