The strongest maid of SWAT crossing

Chapter 109 No one wants a free gift (2)
Sophora Huaihua was not happy immediately, and snatched the purse back, muttering: "There is no reason to take back the things that have been given away, you are stingy!" As she said, she made a face and ran away, although this bitch The mouth is bitter and mean, but the heart is still very happy.

In the embroidery room, Ai Lan is embroidering according to the pattern she drew of a long-haired white dog playing a hydrangea ball. Now she only knows the simplest embroidery stitches, the pattern is the size of a palm, and she embroiders quickly. alright.

After the embroidery was finished, the dumb girl nodded in satisfaction, and then taught her a slightly more complicated stitch, and asked her to embroider the pattern again with a new stitch.This is homework after class. Ailan intends to take it back to the Sanskrit House and embroider it again. After saying hello to the dumb girl, she goes back.

Ailan knew that Nanny Zhong was still fighting fiercely inside the house, and she would not give in for a while, so she decided to take a stroll outside for a while, so she walked towards the bamboo forest behind the outer courtyard.

Although there is also a bamboo forest in front of the Sanskrit House, it is still much smaller than the bamboo forest behind the outer courtyard.Although this bamboo forest can be regarded as a scene of the Hou Mansion, because of its remote location, few people come here on weekdays, except of course, except for those nympho who are obsessed with Leng Ping's steward.

Ailan's visit today was also unlucky, and after turning around from the long corridor, she found a figure in the pavilion deep in the bamboo forest. It was Leng Ping.

Ai Lan turned around and left without saying a word, but at the moment of turning around, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Leng Ping punch a column in the pavilion.Ailan stopped involuntarily, and leaned against the fence of the promenade with her arms around her chest and looked over.

One punch was not enough for Leng Ping, and he punched several times in succession, not to mention whether the pillar of the gazebo was cracked or not, his own fist seemed to be bloody.Xu Shi had a headache from punching, Leng Ping stopped, sat on the stone bench in the gazebo, Leng Ping took a sideways glance, and this glance caught Ai Lan desperately.

Ailan didn't avoid it either, and looked over with a half-smile.

Leng Ping was stunned for a moment, and then he pretended not to look away from Ai Lan, and put away his bleeding fists without any trace.

Is this an attempt to ignore her?
Ailan originally planned to go back, but she changed her mind and walked directly across the corridor towards the gazebo. She is not a nosy character, she walked over to find out about the situation, although the stewards of the outer courtyard did not match up with those of the inner courtyard. , but the power of the housekeeper of the Hou Mansion is still great, and Leng Ping, a young man, was once considered a candidate for the next housekeeper.

When he got close, Ai Lan could feel Leng Ping's irrepressible anger, and the person who made him angry was the housekeeper Liu Daliang.If Ai Lan remembers correctly, the last time she met Leng Ping, Leng Ping was also aggrieved because of Steward Liu's making things difficult, but he could only bear it because he couldn't bear it, and went to the bamboo forest to clear his heart when he couldn't bear it. .

Leng Ping noticed that someone was approaching, turned around and saw that it was Ai Lan, and when he glared at Ai Lan, he said before Ai Lan approached: "What are you doing here? Hurry back and be your job!"

Ailan ignored him and went straight into the gazebo. Under Leng Ping's angry glaring, she checked the pillar that Leng Ping had punched several times, and found that the pillar was not cracked, but had some blood stains on it.

"You little girl is so unruly, didn't you hear when I asked you to leave?" Leng Ping's voice was very low, and he didn't feel it when he hit the pillar with his fist just now, but now the pain gathered together and went straight to his heart, There was already a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and blood was still dripping from his fists hidden in his sleeves.

"The pillar is so innocent, why don't you try to punch the person in the face a few times?" Ai Lan lightly swept Leng Ping's blood-dripping cuffs, pulled out two silk handkerchiefs from the sleeves and threw them on the stone table. It is the finished product of her previous practice.

Leng Ping frowned and swept across the two silk handkerchiefs, and said gloomyly: "How can you, a girl, give your silk handkerchiefs to a foreigner at will? It's just..."

"Stop, do you want to use it or not!" Ai Lan just wanted to take it back, but saw that Leng Ping had already reached out to take the silk handkerchief.

The style of the silk handkerchief is very simple, only the sides are locked with indigo silk thread, and two parallel straight lines are embroidered on each of the four sides. The embroidery of other girls has an artistic conception or something, and I don’t know what these lines represent. However, these indigo bars unexpectedly made Leng Ping not ugly.

Leng Ping neatly bandaged his hands. Obviously he had done this a lot before, and then he kept silent, but the uncontrollable resentment in his heart disappeared at some point.

Ai Lan usually doesn't think the silk handkerchief she embroidered is so unique, but now when Leng Ping bandages it on her hand, she feels that the silk handkerchief is simple, bright and generous, which is suitable for men, so she also sits down on a stone bench, He tentatively said: "Manager Leng, I heard that you are in charge of several important shops in the Hou Mansion, and one of them specializes in selling embroidery. How much do you think my silk handkerchief is worth?"

Leng Ping was stunned, and then realized that he was so kind of a girl, and she wanted to make money with him, so he frowned and looked at the silk handkerchief wrapped around his hand with disdain, and said, "It's just this clumsy girl. Skills, nondescript patterns, no one wants to give them away for free!" Then he subconsciously glanced at Ai Lan, and when he saw Ai Lan's face turned cold, his mood lightened inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)