Secret Service Crown Princess: Fudge a country to play

Chapter 148 From a place where I am tired of living to a place where others are tired of living 9
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Xu Jing was indeed a maidservant, bid farewell to the butler, and rushed into the room where Tang Chu was going to live to tidy up inside and out.

After finishing the busy work there, I rushed into the house I was going to live in and renovated it.

I actually wanted to say that the room was spotless, but I couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm for work, so I let her do it.

Tang Chu picked the best plum tree and picked a lot of fruit, and then soaked half a bucket of water from the well, tasted another mouthful, and then shook his head with a frown.

I leaned over and asked:
"Is it not as delicious as Fuli's?"

He told the truth:
"Not far!"

There was a hearty laugh coming from a distance, and with my sharp ears, I recognized the voice of Hero Ning, who had come to plead guilty for his son.

The two of us turned our heads to look, and it was indeed the hero who walked with the wind.

Tang Chu kept a low profile and pushed me forward alone.

I gave the hero a smiling face that a daughter of a wealthy family should have. After thinking about it, I cupped my fists and called him crisply:

"Uncle Ning!"

The hero was very satisfied with my courtesy, and smiled even more heartily.

But the laughter couldn't hide a little guilt, and the tall image couldn't hide the slender figure behind him.

I didn't let go of my clenched hand, and arched directly behind me, saying:
"Young hero behind, Luo Qi is polite!"

The young man was startled, and shivered out from under his father's wings a little embarrassedly.

That's right, he is Ning Tong.

Although ten years have passed, although he has grown from 12 to 22 years old, my eyesight is not bad.

The man with melancholy eyes and narrow face is indeed the one who split an emerald comb with me in two.

I remember clearly, but it seems that he can't remember me very much.

Hero Ning saw that we were not very happy when we met, so he took the initiative to come forward to smooth things over.

I felt that there was nothing to talk about between a brat and an old man in his fifties, so I asked Tang Chu to help me move out Fuli's two jars of plum wine.

(End of this chapter)