Towards noon, the rain stopped a little, and Seinfeld was sent back by a carriage from a carriage in a carriage from a horse shop.

After getting out of the car, she slowly walked under the gate with an umbrella, and then instructed the coachman to carry things.

The coachman successively moved a few pieces of cloth in the fashionable colors of the season to the hall, as well as a few packs of the most famous snacks in Jiaxing City.

After the coachman set up the carriage and left, Seinfeld curled through the hall and headed for the main courtyard.

Seeing the dilapidated scene that greeted her eyes, Seinfeld screamed, and hurriedly asked Chunhua, the maid who was tidying up and cleaning on the side, "Chunhua, what's wrong?

Chunhua gave a slight salute to Seinfeld, pointed to a pothole in the courtyard and said, "Not long after you left, the courtyard was struck by a thunderbolt, which not only smashed a hole in the ground, but also destroyed the house in the main courtyard. ”

Seinfeld sighed and asked unhurriedly, "Where did you go?"

Chunhua replied, "I moved to the front yard and lived across from you." ”

Seinfeld nodded slightly and said, "Then you guys continue to be busy, I'll go find Childe." ”

When Meng Ran and Li Haoran stared at each other, they heard a knock on the door.

"Come in. ”

Seinfeld pushed the door in response, saluted Meng Ranfu, and greeted: "The concubine heard that thunder fell from the sky in the morning, did she hurt her son?"

Meng Ran smiled playfully and said casually: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I'm scared." ”

Seinfeld shouted with a gloomy face, and scolded coquettishly: "Then why don't you go back to bed and lie down properly, what if you catch a cold?"

Meng Ran was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay, you go and shout Green Screen and let her serve me." ”

Seinfeld said softly: "Luping is busy sorting things, so let the concubine serve the son." ”

Li Haoran, who was sitting on the side, coughed lightly, "You two young people are busy, I'll go first." ”

Seinfeld's cheeks flushed slightly, she walked up to Meng Ran, slowly helped him to the side of the bed, helped him remove his coat, and then covered Meng Ran with a quilt, and tucked the corners of the quilt very carefully.

After Meng Ran lay down, he felt a little uncomfortable all over his body, but he didn't know what to do, so he had to pretend to be calm, and found a very boring topic and asked, "What did Fei'er girl do on the street?"

Seinfeld sat on the edge of the bed very naturally, smiled at Meng Ran, and said, "I saw that there were only a few pieces of Childe's clothes, so I went to the cloth shop and pulled a few pieces of cloth to prepare a few pieces of clothing for Childe." ”

Meng Ran raised his eyebrows and asked softly, "Does Fei'er girl still sew clothes?"

Seinfeld nodded and said, "Although the concubine is longer than the hook bar, and she usually stretches out her hand to eat and open her mouth, she still knows some female celebrities." ”

Song Fei'er paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "Since the concubine is already from the Meng Mansion, the prince should call me Fei'er, don't call Fei'er girl anymore." ”

Meng Ran was as good as a stream, "Got it, Fei'er." ”

Seinfeld smiled lightly, and as her eyebrows stretched, the red mole became more and more red and moving, revealing a breathtaking charm and enchantment.

Meng Ran was looked at for a while by those clear eyes full of spring, his face turned red involuntarily, only to feel that his whole body was hot, and his blood flowed straight to one place.

Seinfeld watched Meng Ran's white and handsome cheeks suddenly flush, and her heart jumped wildly a few times for no reason, and a strange feeling flashed in her mind.

She forcibly suppressed the panic in her heart and said softly: "Childe will rest here for a while, and I'll go get you some pastries and tea." ”

Meng Ran hummed suspiciously.

Seinfeld's steps were a little messy, and she left the house as if she were running away.

Meng Ran frowned and thought for a moment, but he didn't come up with a reason.

But Seinfeld ran to the hall in a hurry, her chest was still beating wildly, she pressed her chest gently, gasping for breath, as if she wanted to calm down the troublesome thoughts in her heart with the help of the cold air.

After a long while, she slowly slumped down in her chair, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to herself, "It's an illusion, it must be an illusion, how can I think he is good-looking? It must be a fake." ”

After chattering for a while, Seinfeld got up and left the hall and walked towards the kitchen, preparing to take a few small plates to decorate snacks and snacks for Meng Ran.

By the time Seinfeld returned to Meng Ran's room again, Meng Ran had already sat up and was leaning on the bed curtain thinking about things.

"Childe, what are you thinking?"

Meng Ran smiled lightly at Seinfeld and said, "It's nothing. ”

Seinfeld put the things in her hand on the table, sighed slightly, and there was a hint of resentment at the corner of her mouth: "Isn't the son unwilling to say it to the concubine?"

Meng Ran shook his head and said softly: "It's just some inconsequential things, don't say it." ”

Seinfeld was unusual, and did not be as cold as usual, but sat directly beside Meng Ran, hugged his arm with both hands, and after shaking for a while, said coquettishly: "Then I have to listen even more, and see what inconsequential things are worthy of your contemplation." ”

Meng Ran felt the two warm and round objects wrapped around his arms, and gently smelled the virgin fragrance on the beautiful woman, his heart shook slightly, and the whole person was about to float, his breathing increased slightly, and the hot snort hit Seinfeld's side face.

Sensing Meng Ran's strangeness, Seinfeld showed an expression of wanting to refuse and welcome, but the coldness in her eyes revealed her true thoughts.

Meng Ran's cheeks leaned forward slightly, and just as he was about to touch Seinfeld's red and glamorous lips, a clear cough came from the next room.

Although the voice was not loud, it exploded in Meng Ran's ears, instantly dispersing those lusts in his heart and returning to clarity.

Meng Ran sat up straight, opened and closed his mouth a few times, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I ......"

Seinfeld shook her head, stretched out her slender and slender index finger to put it on Meng Ran's lips, and said softly, "This is what a concubine should do." However, your body is not yet complete, and the concubine will come back to serve you in a few days. ”

Meng Ran looked at those watery eyes and nodded involuntarily.

Seinfeld leaned forward, nodded at Meng Ran's cheek, and then left the room with a shy, leaving behind an extremely ambiguous aura and Meng Ran, who sighed and beat his chest.

There was only a 'creak' sound, and the door was pushed open very rudely.

Don't think about it, it must be Li Haoran who came in.

Meng Ran glanced at the visitor and did not speak.

Li Haoran's face did not have the guilt of bad people and good deeds, but looked at Meng Ran with disdain, and said angrily: "Do you think I disturbed your good deeds?"

Meng Ran hummed heavily, "It's good that you know." ”

Li Haoran snorted and sneered: "Doesn't you kid look down on that girl? Why did you fall under her pomegranate skirt in the blink of an eye?"

Meng Ran forcibly explained: "Didn't you ask me to subdue her. ”

Li Haoran rolled his eyes and said, "Are you subduing? You are just impulsive, and the ** in your heart is troublesome." ”

Meng Ran was a little annoyed and angry after being exposed, but he didn't know how to vent, so he had to sit there in a muffled voice, silent.

Li Haoran didn't intend to let him go, and continued to reprimand: "Do you think that your body can fully recover after taking the pill? Cultivation does not mean that the secret injuries in the body do not exist, you rashly broke the body and lost the essence of the child, which will do all kinds of harm to the body but not any benefit."

If you feel that the pleasures of the moment outweigh the martial arts achievements in the future, you can take my words as a deaf ear. ”

After Li Haoran finished speaking, he ignored Meng Ran, who looked shocked, and went straight out of the house and walked in the direction of the backyard.

When Meng Ran came back to his senses, he gently wiped the beads of sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, let out a long sigh of relief, and muttered: "Almost, almost got on my head, I must guard against Seinfeld in the future, no... You have to guard against all women and not make such a low-level mistake again. ”

When Li Haoran reprimanded Meng Ran, Seinfeld took off the disguise on her face, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and there was a bit of madness in her eyes.

She clearly remembers her sweetheart's instructions and knows what she will be doing for some time to come.

......

In the private room on the third floor of the Gaosheng Restaurant in the east of Jiaxing City, Zhou Xiaowu was rubbing his forehead vigorously, looking uneasy.

There were two figures standing in front of him, it was the old man Hu and the flower thief who had only been subdued last night.

Zhou Xiaowu took a sip of hot tea, suppressed the lingering irritability in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you have any clues about the marksman?"

Old Man Hu's head lowered slightly, and he replied softly, "Not yet." ”

Zhou Xiaowu's face sank, and he threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and the hot tea drew a poignant pattern on the wooden floor.

Zhou Xiaowu stared at the two people in front of him with a hideous face, gritted his teeth and said: "Tsing Yi was shot on the street, but there is no trace of the murderer, what use do you want?"

Old man Hu stood there with a look of shame, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into, a master of the late six-grade stage, who was scorched by a sharpshooter who didn't know where to get out, he was really sorry for his cultivation.

Pinhuadao stood there with a calm face, as if the person who was scolded was not himself.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Xiaowu was even more angry, and scolded: "Shrink your hands and keep an eye on the Meng Mansion, and in the rest of the time, just look for the marksman, and temporarily relax the surveillance of Zhu Tianmao." Pinhua, you visit Meng's Mansion tonight, test the old man surnamed Li, and Lao Lin will be your external response. ”

Pinhua Daoren smiled lewdly, and asked tentatively, "Childe, do you want to act more realistically?"

Zhou Xiaowu asked in a deep voice, "How do you say this?"

Pinhua Dao said: "When I tested the Meng Mansion, I took the opportunity to kidnap Seinfeld, and then find a way to put her back, which will make the people of the Meng Mansion believe in her more." What do you think?"

Zhou Xiaowu sneered and said, "As long as you don't make a mistake, everything is up to you." ”

Pinhuadao smiled, as if the beauty had been lying beside him, waiting for his pity.