The two maids who followed behind Yun Churan kindly persuaded Yun Churan.

In fact, they are also thinking about themselves, after all, Ning Yuanqing is a madman.

Send the two of them to serve Yun Churan, if something goes wrong, the two of them won't even be able to save their lives.

Through the gaps in these baskets, Yun Mumu saw three people slowly coming towards this side.

Yun Churan sat in an elaborately carved wheelchair with a felt on his leg and a pure copper hand warmer in his hand.

Behind him were two waiting maids, one of whom was pushing a wheelchair, and the other was struggling to hold an umbrella to shield Yun Churan from the wind and snow.

They really couldn't understand why the two young ladies wanted to scatter their hearts into such a sparsely populated alley.

A gust of cold wind drilled under the umbrella and directly lifted the hood on Yun Churan's head.

revealed Yun Churan's delicate little face, but the complexion was a little delicate and pale.

There are no admirers of her here, so who is she pretending to be?

Yun Mumu pondered whether he should call her for help?

If she shouts and doesn't save her, won't she be very faceless, after all, this kind of appearance is concave in the frame, and it will be as embarrassing as it is.

The wind was very strong, and it directly blew away Yun Churan's hat.

"Ah, go and help me get the hat back." Yun Churan shouted, looking pitifully at the windblown hat.

The two maids rushed over, trying to grab the hat.

But he didn't catch it, and the hat was blown farther away by the wind.

Yun Churan was left here by the two maids like this.

Seeing that the two maids ran after the hats, and then turned out of the alley, they disappeared.

She lifted the felt on her lap and got up to look for something in the alley.

Yun Mumu: This White Lotus, it turned out that her broken leg was fake, so that she was almost slapped by that Ning Yuanqing.

Damn it!

Yun Mumu watched with resentment as Yun Churan looked around in the alley, and also picked up a stick and tied it in the thick snow.

"Hey, why not? Didn't you say that this is all there is to it" Yun Churan couldn't find it, and muttered to himself.

She looked up at the plum blossom on the wall, and the fragrance floated darkly.

Sure of the right location, she began to dig up the snow with the branches in her hand, but she couldn't find a large patch.

Yun Mumu watched Yun Churan keep digging the snow over there.

The doubts in my heart were even worse, and when I took a closer look at Yun Churan's little face, I actually painted makeup.

She also thought that her little face was frozen red, but it turned out to be a layer of rouge.

This kind of weather, this kind of place, who is she looking at with a beautiful makeup?

"Why is there no one?" Yun Churan muttered in his mouth, and suddenly turned over to a piece of Su Xue with blood stains.

Her eyes lit up, and she dug at the heaved snowdrifts.

Yun Mumu saw it at this time, wasn't that place where the man was lying just now?

The man who was rescued by Zhou Cheng, could it be that Yun Churan came to find him?

"Second Miss."

The sound of a maid came from the mouth of the alley, and Yun Churan immediately lost the branch in his hand and sat back in the wheelchair.

She didn't find the person she was looking for, and her face was extremely ugly.

The maid came back, still holding her hat in her hand, "Second Miss, the hat has been picked up, and the slave maid will put it on for you." ”

Yun Churan came back to his senses and said with a cold face: "No need, go back." ”