Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Yilin is fine.

After all, he and Yue Lingshan had fought against Lin Pingzhi together.

But Liu Qin was a little shy.

She was a young girl, and she had only fought Lin Pingzhi once before.

At this time, hearing Yue Lingshan say that she was going to drag her into a gang to beat Lin Pingzhi together, it was inevitable that she felt a little shy.

She directly lowered her head in shame, not daring to look at Lin Pingzhi again.

"In that case! Come on, my little ones!"

Lin Pingzhi opened his arms and rushed towards them with a confident smile.

A group of four people is doing things that the website does not allow to depict.

The moonlight is getting darker, and the spring is gradually receding.

There is a saying in "Pipa Xing": Gentle and slow twisting, wiping and picking, at the beginning it was the sixth year after the neon clothes.

There is also a poem that says: On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridges, where can the beautiful people teach how to play the flute?

There is another poem that says: The flower path has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now opened for the king.

Just like that, the night passed.

Except for Xiao Wu who slept soundly, Ning Zhong and Wan Yanping were just about to fall asleep.

Lin Pingzhi opened the door and breathed in the beautiful air of the new day.

In the room behind him, the three women were sleeping soundly with happy smiles on their faces.

Lin Pingzhi stretched his waist. Although he didn't feel back pain, he was still a little tired.

"Good morning brother." Xiao Wu came out of the room rubbing her eyes.

"Morning, Xiao Wu." Lin Pingzhi smiled, "Where's Ping'er?"

"She's still sleeping." Xiao Wu yawned, "When I woke up, she was just sleeping."

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help being astonished.

Could it be that Wan Yanping didn't sleep because she didn't sleep?

Chapter Three Hundred and Six

When he came to Lianjianping, Jiang Wu had already started doing hard work there.

As expected, Lin Yi and the three were there to supervise.

And the little fat boy Zhen Fugui was also there.

I saw that Zhen Fugui was holding a chicken leg in his hand, and his mouth was full of oil.

When Lin Pingzhi came, Lin Yi and the others saw it immediately.

"Little Master Uncle." Lin Yi and the others shouted.

Zhen Fugui quickly threw the chicken leg in his hand on the ground, wiped the oil from his mouth, and wiped it on his body.

"Little Martial Uncle!" Zhen Fugui shouted respectfully.

Yesterday his master Gao Genming had already told him that apart from the head of Huashan, Yue Buqun and his family, there was only this young uncle Lin Pingzhi who could not be messed with.

He also told him about Lin Pingzhi's "brilliant achievements" on Mount Hua.

Zhen Fugui was trembling when he heard that.

"Well, not bad." Lin Pingzhi nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at Jiang Wu who was constantly unloading stone slabs in the distance, thinking that Jiang Wu was indeed born with supernatural power.

Ordinary people usually need two people to work together to carry this stone slab.

But Jiang Wu can do it alone.

Although he looks like he's trying his best, look at his empty steps.

Lin Pingzhi concluded that he was faking it.

After installing a stone slab, Jiang Wu ran to Lin Pingzhi.

"Little uncle, can some senior brothers help me?" Jiang Wu said aggrievedly.

Lin Pingzhi turned his eyes to Jiang Wu.

"Huh?" He didn't speak, but questioned.

Jiang Wu was frightened immediately.

"Little uncle, I'm just talking, don't be angry." Jiang Wu said quickly.

When Zhen Fugui saw Jiang Wu like this, it seemed that his servants suddenly laughed.

Seeing that Zhen Fugui was smiling, Jiang Wu couldn't help looking at Zhen Fugui angrily.

"Little fat man, what are you laughing at?" Jiang Wu asked.