The general has a cute wife

Chapter 152

Even if Yu Linsheng and Xiao Wanqing didn't say anything, Yu Cheng'an still guessed the cause and effect, and even Old Master Yu had noticed some of it, so he didn't intend to pick up Mrs. Xu.

It was Su Xiaomian who mentioned that it was the end of the year and it was time to pick up Mrs. Xu for a reunion for the New Year, so Mrs. Yu perfunctorily asked Yu Linze to bring Mrs. Xu back.

In a blink of an eye, it was the Laba Festival, which happened to be Li Yunfeng's birthday. Li Yunfeng personally posted a post, booked Zuichunlou, and invited old friends to have dinner together. He also specially sent a post to Xiao Wanqing for the following reasons:
We have so many brothers, but the younger brother and sister are the youngest and need special care.

The special care he was talking about was to buy a few new playbooks and let the people from Zuichunlou sing to the little girl on stage. They arranged a lot of delicious and fun ones, surrounded the little girl, and arranged Four or five careful maids took care of them, and then took Yu Linsheng to drink with them.

They ate, played, and watched operas. The little girl was very obedient, and when she became interested, she even ran to the backstage, put on their costumes, and ran on the stage.

Taking advantage of the gap, Yu Linsheng glanced at her and saw her being gesticulated there by an old student, and couldn't help laughing.

The wine was almost done, and everyone supported each other to go for a stroll in the street. This place can be regarded as the most sober little girl, holding Yu Linsheng's hand and talking about the opera just now.

I ran into a lot of people head-on, and the person in the front was enchanting in red, who else could it be besides Jiang Lin?
Jiang Lin saw them all drunk, and couldn't help covering his mouth and nose: "It's really vulgar."

Immediately, someone was dissatisfied: "Who are you talking about?"

The little girl and Yu Linsheng were behind, although they couldn't see them, they could hear them, and they guessed it was Jiang Lin.

I don't know what's going on in front, but suddenly they started fighting, Yu Linsheng immediately took the little girl aside to hide: "Don't come out."

She has been with Yu Linsheng for a long time, she has seen this kind of gang fight scene twice, and this is the third time, she is completely used to it, in order to prevent being thrown around by them like last time, the little girl is very witty Some of them hid aside and watched them retreat slowly after they called, completely forgetting that the river was next to them.

During the melee, a figure in plain clothes quietly came out from the alley, with a light veil covering her face, but she could vaguely see her unparalleled beauty. She slowly approached the little girl without any extra movements. She just stretched out her hand and pushed her. With a scream, he turned and ran.

A long whip swung over, tied the little girl's waist and pulled her up. A heroic girl in a purple dress fell from the roof and squatted down to look at her.

"Ah, your doll is so pretty, just like a porcelain doll."

As she said that, she pinched the little girl's face, her eyes smiling like crescent moons: "My name is Ning Shu, what's your name?"

Her face was kind, and she saved herself, the little girl didn't hide it: "My name is Xiao Wanqing."

Ning Shu said in a low voice: "Xiao Wanqing, what a good name, but why do you look so good-looking."

During a break in Yu Linsheng's fight, she saw a girl who didn't know where she came from pinch the little girl's face and even kissed it.

He almost went crazy, where did this crazy girl come from?
Ning Shu's heart was about to melt: "You doll, why are you so fragrant and so soft, it makes me want to eat you."

The little girl was startled: "You can't eat mine, I don't like it."

It's so cute, I don't know who owns it, so I might as well take it home and play for a few days.

Do whatever you want, Yu Linsheng watched helplessly as the little girl was picked up by someone, flew up to the roof, and then disappeared. Gone.
　In a quiet night, listening to a love song alone, writing a small yellow essay. Ah bah, it’s a sweet pet essay, ahh, the old man who picked up the zither blushed all night, and was so excited that he couldn’t sleep. Picking up the kite wanted to jump into the text and sleep with him every minute, this seductive little fairy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)