Chapter 43

Although the only four servants were sent to follow and protect secretly, Chen Lian's heart was still in turmoil, as if he had lost his soul.

Really worried, he stomped his feet and rushed to Yunxiang Residence in person.

The newly bought carriage of Mo's family was parked at the corner of the street, the coachman Lao Zhang and the four servants huddled together on the side of the street, looking up at Yun Xiangju from time to time.

Upstairs in the Yunxiang residence, the third young master of the Zheng family was leaning against the fence, walking around from time to time. Although they were far away, they could still see his mouth opening and closing, obviously speaking.

When Chen Lian arrived panting, it had been nearly an hour.

After about half a stick of incense, the third young master of the Zheng family walked out of the Yunxiang residence, accompanied by several gentry from the city, saying goodbye with a smile.

"Why didn't you see Miss come out?"

Chen Lian hurried forward, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Zheng, where is my young lady?"

Zheng Xitong had a shocked expression on his face, "Miss Mo left a long time ago, she didn't come home? I've been drinking tea and chatting with some uncles."

Those gentry nodded one after another. They were indeed invited to drink tea and discuss business matters by the way.

The muscles on Chen Lian's face twitched, did Miss really go back?
The expression on Zheng Xitong's face was not at all like talking about Huang, and there were several gentry in the city to testify.

Watching Zheng Xitong leave helplessly, Chen Lian rushed upstairs without caring to wipe off the bead-sized beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

There was no one in the upstairs, so he hurriedly asked his servants and coachman Lao Zhang to search around, and rushed home by himself.

Back at the mansion, Mo Feiyi did not come back, and the servant who had searched the whole city also came back dejectedly. Chen Lian couldn't breathe, and fell straight down.

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South Street, deep in the alley.

Zheng Xitong lay triumphantly on the Hu bed, while the steward Zheng Jingping stood beside him with his arms down.

This mansion is under his name, and it is also a place where he plays with women. It is also called "Zangjiao Pavilion."

"Congratulations, young master, who has gained both wealth and wealth. The richest person in the Tang Dynasty must be young master."

Zheng Jingping had a flattering face, flattering his master.

Zheng Xitong laughed complacently, "When I cook the raw rice into cooked rice, the little girl will naturally be obedient, haha."

He was very happy in his heart, no matter how Zhenlie the little beauty was, when she broke her body, would she have to cry and obey him in the end?

After marrying the little beauty, the beauty mask business is his. Imagine earning a lot of money every day. In a few years, Wang Wanwan, who is known as the richest man in the Tang Dynasty, will have to give way to him , the whole body is light and fluttering, as if it can fly.

"Master, how to deal with that guy?"

"Hang him up first, and wait for the young master to feel better, then deal with him later."

Zheng Xitong, who was in a good mood, laughed and stood up, "You all get the fuck out of this young master, whoever dares to peek, I'll goug his eyes out!"

The steward, Zheng Jingping, and several servants obediently withdrew.

"Beauty, your dear husband is here!"

Zheng Xitong, whose whole body was boiling with animal blood, smiled strangely and went straight into the inner hall.

(End of this chapter)

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