The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 839
When Li Zheng walked quickly into Bo Langjun's study against the autumn wind, Jiang Yu was already standing there.

"Master! Manager Jiang!"

Li Zheng saluted Bo Langjun and Jiang Yu with a cold air.

Mr. Bo Lang, whose body and bones have not fully recovered, only felt a gust of cool wind hit his face, and his throat was itchy, so he covered his face with the sleeve of his robe and coughed a few times.

Jiang Yu quickly handed Bo Langjun a cup of hot tea.

Mr. Bo Lang took a sip, moistened his throat and said:
"Speak the truth!"

Li Zheng lowered his arms and looked at Jiang Yu.

"Luan Chong led the hidden guards to a contest with Xu Feng, the Seventh Head of the Dark Building, in Taiyuan County, and both lost! Master wants you to use the power of the secret door to take the token of the Lord of the Dark Building from Xu Feng's hand. Got it."

Jiang Yu briefly described the fight between the hidden guards of the Bo Mansion and the people from the dark building.

In fact, that fight was very tragic, with more than half of the casualties on both sides.

"Okay! I'll go back to the secret door and set it up!"

Li Zheng hastily saluted Bo Langjun, and then left the study.

"Follow the rules!"

Mr. Bo Lang ordered Jiang Yu.

"Yes!"

Jiang Yu walked out of Bo Langjun's study and went after Li Zheng.

Luo Jiaojiao walked out of the inner room with the child in her arms.She walked gently to Bo Langjun's side, and asked with a gloomy expression:
"Is your husband hiding something from me?"

"Where is it?"

Bo Langjun was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Luo Jiaojiao with a fake smile.

"Then why are you coughing?"

"Maybe it's because the autumn wind is too cool! Give me the child! Go and get me a cup of hot tea for my husband!"

Mr. Bo Lang hugged his son and kissed him.

Luo Jiaojiao got up to make tea, but she was very depressed.

She vaguely felt that Bo Langjun's body was not as tough as before.He must be ill, but why didn't he tell me?Could it be that the disease is not cured well?
The cranky Luo Jiaojiao overcooked the tea.After taking a sip, Mr. Bo Lang couldn't help frowning.

Although Xiao Wenji is young, he can still see the changes in his father's expression.He stood up grabbing Mr. Bo's clothes, and stretched out his chubby hand to touch Mr. Bo's slightly frowning eyebrows.

Bo Langjun looked down at his son's immature cheeks, and stretched his eyebrows.

Luo Jiaojiao went out with the tea set.

Brother Yao followed Luo Jiaojiao to the ditch in the backyard to clean the tea sets.

"Brother Yao! Are you interested in Feng Yue?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked Brother Yao while cleaning the teacup.

"master!"

Brother Yao blushed and lowered his head, but almost accidentally dropped the tea into the ditch and floated away.

Luo Jiaojiao was quick and grabbed the tea scoop.

"After he came back from Miaojiang, did he say anything?"

Luo Jiaojiao inquired.

"He said that it is different from here. People live in the valley and eat hot and sour food. Bamboo and trees are planted in front of every house, and they live in bamboo buildings."

Brother Yao said in a low voice, but his face had the shyness unique to a little girl.

"that's it?"

"Ok!"

Brother Yao picked up the washed tea set and stood up.

Luo Jiaojiao wiped her hands with a handkerchief in disappointment.She had hoped to hear something about Bo Langjun's condition from Brother Yao.

"Feng Yue! What did you tell Brother Yao?"

Standing in front of the study window, Mr. Bo Lang looked at Luo Jiaojiao and Brother Yao who were walking together in the distance and asked in a deep voice.

"Never!"

Feng Yue was startled, so he bowed and saluted in return.

"It's fine if you don't have one! Remember the rules in the mansion, otherwise..."

Bo Langjun turned around and walked to the tea table and sat down.

"The tea just now wasn't cooked! I'll make it again!"

Luo Jiaojiao took the tea set from brother Yao and walked into the study, seeing Bo Langjun sitting at the tea table, she felt quite apologetic.

"I'll come!"

Mr. Bo Lang started to play with the tea set familiarly.

Looking at Bo Langjun's seemingly elongated fingers, Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help feeling sad.

"I'll cook beef noodles for you tonight!"

Luo Jiaojiao said emotionally after taking the teacup that Bo Langjun handed over to her.

"Okay! Let Jiang Yu help you!"

Although Bo Langjun didn't like eating at night, he nodded when he saw Luo Jiaojiao's expression.

"Ok!"

Luo Jiaojiao sniffed, then took a sip of tea.

The fragrance of tea refreshed her spleen, which made her feel much better.

Little Wenji who was sleeping on the couch turned over, scaring Luo Jiaojiao to put down her teacup and ran to the side of the couch to sit down.

She patted her son lightly and tucked him in the quilt.

Feng Yue outside the door looked at Brother Yao with complicated emotions.He really liked her, but what Bo Langjun said just now shook his heart.

He was afraid that one day he wouldn't keep his mouth shut and told her what he shouldn't have said, causing her to suffer undue harm.

Brother Yao who was standing opposite Feng Yue didn't know why Jiang Yu kept staring at her.She lowered her eyelids and looked at the ground, her heart bouncing like a little rabbit in her arms.

"Brother Yao! When will my mother come back? I haven't seen her for two days!"

Hongye's daughter, Xiao Lixiang, came to Bo Langjun's study door alone to ask Brother Yao.

Brother Yao shook his head, squatted down and fastened the loose belt for Xiao Li Xiang.

"Li Xiang! Come inside!"

When Luo Jiaojiao heard Li Xiang's voice, she walked to the door and called out.

"I've seen Madam! My mother said that Uncle Guo's study cannot be entered casually!"

Little Li Xiang saluted Luo Jiaojiao first, and then imitated her mother's accent word by word.

"Ah!"

Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help laughing when she saw that little Li Xiang was learning so well.

She carried little Li Xiang into the study, and found that her body was very cold, she couldn't help but blame herself.

Little Li Xiang saluted Mr. Bo Lang.Mr. Bo Lang handed her a cup of tea.Holding the teacup in both hands, she said:
"Thank you, Uncle Guo!"

"The child is trained well!"

Mr. Bo Lang said to Luo Jiaojiao who went into the inner room to find clothes for little Li Xiang.

"The head of the Red Silk Sect is not an ordinary person! She has no less than a thousand female disciples, so I didn't say that!"

Luo Jiaojiao took the little white fox jacket that Bo Ji gave her first, and put it on for little Li Xiang.

"Thank you ma'am!"

Little Li Xiang touched the white fox fur jacket he had just put on, and he liked it very much.

Jiang Yu is back.He said that Li Zheng was determined not to accept coins.

"Hello Uncle Jiang!"

Little Li Xiang was very close to Jiang Yu.

"Understood! Take the child back home! That's right! Madam is going to make beef noodles in a while, you go and help him!"

Mr. Bo Lang looked at the sky and said.

"Yes!"

After Jiang Yu saluted, she carried little Li Xiang out of the study door.

When the shadow of the sun was westward, Jiang Yu came back.

Luo Jiaojiao asked Mr. Bo to take care of his son, and he and Jiang Yu went to the small kitchen of Bo's residence.

Jiang Yu kneaded the noodles, Luo Jiaojiao pulled the noodles, the two cooperated very well.After a while, the hot beef noodles are ready.

"You give these two bowls to Jia Qinghuan and the child!"

Luo Jiaojiao handed the food box containing two bowls of noodles to Jiang Yu's hand.

Jiang Yu didn't refuse either, and went back with the food box.

Luo Jiaojiao came to Bo Langjun's study with two bowls of noodles.

Little Wenji has woken up, and is sitting in Bo Langjun's arms smacking his lips.

"I'm afraid the child is hungry! Come and feed!"

The skirt of Bo Langjun's chest was wet by his son.

Luo Jiaojiao put her face on the table, carried her son into the inner room.

Luo Jiaojiao, who had fed her son, walked out of the inner room and saw that Mr. Bo Lang was not eating noodles, but staring at the roll of brocade in his hand in a daze.

"Why don't you eat noodles?"

Luo Jiaojiao hugged her son and walked to Bo Langjun's table and sat down.

"The seventh head of the dark building is not only strong in martial arts, but also not close to women!"

Mr. Bo Lang put down the brocade slip in his hand and sighed.

"The people from the secret door can't handle him?"

Luo Jiaojiao unfolded the silk slip, which read:
"The secret door woman was seduced and killed, the task is not completed!"

"What can we do then?"

This time even Luo Jiaojiao frowned.

(End of this chapter)