The splendid business map of the peasant girl

Chapter 88 Let me take him away (1)
"You... don't have any ideas?" If it was in the past, wouldn't you have a fierce look on your face, wishing you could bite off a piece of his flesh?How do you act like so many adults now?
"Yes, the compensation fee has doubled compared to last time. I have just taken over the trivial affairs of the village, so there are a lot of places to spend money. Since Mr. Shi intends to make amends, I also happen to be short of money. Isn't this a win-win situation?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, Shi Yunxie instantly overturned the delusion of "a large number of adults"!

"Wang'er was born with a highly poisonous body. That's why Taishi An's group of people urged the national teacher to divination, saying that Wang'er is the reincarnation of a god. If it stays in the world, there may be a catastrophe in the Shi Feng Dynasty."

"Then, you secretly sent your son to such a remote place?" Frowning, he probably understood part of the matter in his heart.

"Do not."

"Ok?"

"Wang'er is not my son, but the son of King Yan."

With a slight turn of his thoughts, the King of Yan that Shi Yunxie said was a household name, just like the modern Journey to the West. Maybe some people don't know the name of the ****, but Sun Wukong must be known to everyone, and The one who can do this in this relatively closed era is none other than the famous God of War, King Yan!
Could it be another court battle involving this innocent little guy?I feel funny in my heart, look at her 100% shit luck in buying lottery tickets, just pick it up in the deep mountains and old forests, and get a son of the God of War, it's really speechless!
"Then you..." Cough cough, don't blame her for being ignorant, even though he knows his surname is Shi, his identity is definitely unusual, but if you really guess, Mo Shiyao really doesn't have such a character in his little memory.

"I crawled out of a slum, what? Are you interested in me?" A low-pitched laughter came from his chest, which was tainted with a bit of charm, and his heartbeat felt a little strange.

"Interest? I'm only interested in money. If you pay me an extra sum of mental damage, I can barely have a little interest in you, but you also said that if you come out of the slums, don't think about it." After speaking, a certain kind of tacit understanding developed unconsciously, and they looked at each other with a smile, and it was rare for Doomsday Yao to let go of his heart and tease the man in front of him.

As the neck turned, the cinnabar mole on the neck loomed again——

Seeing the man opposite him who was still as calm as a mountain approaching him in the blink of an eye, he couldn't help but froze on the spot. Before he could turn his thoughts around, the collar around his neck was already pulled away!

"What are you doing?" Surprised that his collar was being pulled away, he raised his eyes in shock and disgust to see Shi Yunxie with a serious face, clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched that handsome face violently!
What is this shameless man doing?
"Don't move!" Grasping the restless fist with one hand, Shi Yunxie gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead twitched twice!

"Are you injured?" Feeling that there was something wrong with the small fist that was grasped by him, he relaxed a little bit, and then seemed to remember something, and suddenly met the still shocked gaze——

"What else did you find?"

"What did you find?" This time, he was really confused by this man, and even forgot to put his collar aside before tidying it up. Doomsday Yao replied incomprehensibly.

"Did you bruise Wang'er that day when he bled?"

"Yeah, why..." In the middle of speaking, he suddenly squinted his eyes and carefully recalled the scene at that time...

"My blood... My blood is covered with Wang'er's purple-black blood..." He raised his eyes in disbelief, took a deep breath, and felt a bit bitter in his mouth.

If Wang'er's blood is naturally poisonous and even a drop of flowers and leaves can wither, but her blood dissolves the poison when dripped on it, then her, her blood...

Stretching out his hand to take out some loose rough papers from his pocket, Shi Yunxie turned and walked towards the desk, spreading out the papers one by one without looking back: "This is when your house was on fire that day, I picked it up in the sea of ​​flames. of."

"This is my scroll!"

"look carefully."

Going forward to look carefully at the person drawn on the front and back pages, only to find that there is a mole on the neck!

Stretching out his hand to slowly caress the fair neck, Shi Yunxie didn't notice the change in the surrounding atmosphere for a moment, feeling the warm and delicate touch, moving his fingertips gently, he was stunned!

One hand propped on the edge of the table trembled slightly, and the numbness on his neck made Mo Shiyao frowned, and he ordered himself to back up, but his steps couldn't be controlled.

"Yaoyao has been absent-minded for half a month, but why worry?" Shaking the cup in her hand, Ran Yishuang squinted her eyes, the blood-red tear mole shone brightly in the spring sun, adding to her allure.

"Mr. Ran is too worried." Glancing at the beautiful Huadiao, Mo Shiyao pursed her lips.

Later that day, it was Shi Yunxie who was the first to react, and left the Yaqin Restaurant as if running for his life. I don't know the reason, and so far, I have never seen him set foot again.

It is undeniable that she is indeed somewhat in a trance, but if she is absent-minded, it is not that serious.

"Mr. Ran, what is the origin of this flower carving?"

"This Huadiao is brewed by the family of the Ran clan. Although it is not as good as Sake Wuyou, it is still pretty good. Why? Yaoyao is interested in this Huadiao?"

"How can sake and rice wine be compared? I think the quality of this dyed flower carving is really good, but why is there no supply on the market?" Ran's home brew?Is it possible that there is still no takeaway?But as a commercial clan, there should be no need to hide it, right?
"As you can imagine, this is indeed the sacrificial wine of my Ran clan. On weekdays, ahem, few people take it out to drink." Pretentiously, he picked up the wine glass on the table, coughed lightly, and the roots of his ears turned red signs.

"Sacrifice... sacrifice wine?" The hand clinging to the cup shook, and the half-drinked wine almost splashed on the table. Doomsday Yao involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the eyes that looked at the opposite person obviously changed a little bit.

Sacrificial wine is only available in big families, and it is not allowed to be used for casual drinking. This man is good, he will bring an altar to her every time he comes to her place. If his ancestors know, will he come from the grave? Get up and kill him, oh no, kill her?

"You said that before, but what do you think?" Seeing Mo Shiyao's trembling look, Ran Yishuang's brows twitched, and she calmly brought back the topic.

"Shiyao was still thinking about finding Mr. Ran to obtain the source of the goods, but now it seems that she has to rely on herself." The main thing is to meet the person who brews the wine first. If you are lucky, why not discuss it?

Thinking of this, those eyes became even hotter, with the posture of a wine-making madman immersed in his own world, and the smile on Ran Yishuang's face became even wider.

"Self-reliance? Does Yaoyao know how to make wine?"

"I can't talk about it, but I am very interested in this rice wine, so I thought I would have the opportunity to learn it."

(End of this chapter)