The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Tian is a clever person. On the one hand, she helped Hua Jin to plead with him, and on the other hand she gave her step down.

Can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Mu Shi watched what she said was reasonable, and climbed down the pole, "then give my sister a face and let this cheap woman go."

An Xiaomen was really angry from her heart. In her dream, she wanted to bully her like this?

The moment the rope was untied, she walked towards Mu Shi step by step.

Her mouth was swollen with hot peppers.

"What else do you have to say? Not convinced?" Mu Shi raised her chin and stared at her like black beans.

An Xiaojing stopped at a step away from her, and her eyes moved back to look at her, "I have nothing to say, I just have something to do."

"Ah!" No one around him reacted, and saw that An Xiaomen grabbed Mu Shi's hair and knocked her directly to the ground. The sound of slap in the night was particularly loud.

The lad quickly rushed to pull An Xiaomeng. When An Xiaomeng was pulled up, Mu's hair was no longer in shape, her scalp was sore and the pain on her face was enough to make her angry.

"Pull this **** woman to death!"

It seemed that someone wanted to pull An Xiaomen down, and it was at this time that the male master in this house returned.

Someone saw him, and subconsciously shouted respectfully, "Master!"

This shout was enough to attract everyone's attention.

An Xiaomen looked. He stood not far away, and his face under the fire was frozen with frost.

The shepherd of the shepherd complained first, and she burst into tears, crying and cursing, "Master, you have to decide for the body, she hit me!"

He gave her a slight glance, and turned and walked towards An Xiaomen.

In the eyes of everyone, Tian Shi and Mu Shi were ignored, and An Xiaomen, who was not his wife and uncle, was hugged away.

At this moment, Mu's face was crackled silently.

His silence seemed to be sound, and his actions were more stormy than any of his words.

Mu's nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, eyes staring for a long time in the direction they left.

An Xiaomeng was always held by him to the bed in his house before laying down. She covered her mouth, because she could see how ugly her mouth was at this moment.

"What are you holding up?"

"Ugly."

"What have you never seen before?" He took her hand from his mouth. "What's wrong with the mouth?"

"It hasn't been stuffed by Mu Shi with peppers." She didn't cover up, what did she say, "That's why I hit her, so she was allowed to bully me, and I want to bully back."

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and he said to her, "Well, good job."

"What kind of person is Xiao Shenyang?"

He was startled, "How could you remember asking him?"

"Ask casually."

"How does this answer me?"

"Answer what you think."

"You can't describe him in words," he said slowly. "Sometimes he looks like a madman, sometimes he looks like a gentleman. He seems to have many faces, but each side has his unique and different place."

An Xiaomen didn't expect him to describe Xiao Shenyang like this, "What about the real relationship between you two?"

"For me, he is closer than my blood brothers. I believe he thinks so too. His only son is his family, the three older sisters above, and after worshiping with Master, he is under me again Naturally, the temper is always the same, and it is difficult to compromise. "

"Then who is great at your work?"

"Of course it is me, otherwise how to be his brother?" He asked. "Why do you ask him so much tonight?"

"Nothing, I'm sleepy, you go back to rest."

He got up. "You are still wet. Change your clothes quickly. Although it's summer, you don't have to get cold. Have breakfast with me tomorrow morning."

"I see." She kicked her shoes off. "Yes, Yujiao doesn't know where to go? You ask someone to find out, has she been detained by Mu's?"

"Ok."

As soon as she changed her clothes, the door was pushed open by Yujiao.

If her mouth is swollen, Yujiao's entire face is swollen.

"girl……"

She stepped forward, "How can your face look like this ..."

"Slavery is no problem." Yujiao gushed a gleam of light, "It's a girl, you mouth ..."

"I was smashed by the chili pepper and spicy. Is there any ointment here?"

"Yes, I'll get it ..."

As soon as she opened the door, a man stood at the door and was about to knock on the door. "Girl Jin, this is the ointment Wang Ye sent."

"Okay." She reached for it, closed the door, and she applied it to Yujiao, who applied it to her.

The master and servant seemed to be disfigured.

While sleeping, An Xiaomeng asked her to lie down with herself. The master and servant of this era were distinguished, and Yujiao was afraid to stand beside the bed.

Seeing that she was also suffering, An Xiaojing asked her to take a rest outside and closed her eyes.

——

When Fang Erlan woke up, she glanced at her phone first.

There are no missed calls and no unread text messages on the phone.

She thought that Yan Ge would send her a text message to explain the topic that she didn't finish yesterday.

In fact, it does not.

She was a little bit expectant and a little dare not expect.

Made a simple breakfast myself.

Obviously last night, I already thought about it, but I do n’t know the result, but what happened to my brain, why did n’t I always listen to my command?

Eating a sandwich, Fang Erlan was restless.

It seems that without an answer, it is unwilling to give up.

Holding a straw in her mouth, she drank a carton of milk in one breath. She got up from the dining table and chair and chewed the sandwich in her mouth.

I put away the plates, returned to the bedroom, changed my clothes, and put on a light makeup. Now it's San Futian, and my face sweats shortly after leaving the house, so I don't have to be so delicate.

Out of her room, looking at the opposite door, she reached out and rang the bell. Her heartbeat seemed to be fast at this moment.

Fang Erlan covered her heart, and she never felt nervous.

But no one came to open the door, wasn't he home so early?

She couldn't help but click again.

Still no one came.

Fang Erlan sent him a text message, [Are you at home? ]

[Not here. ]

[Your dad doesn't matter, right? ]

[It just fell, no problem, just rest for a while. ]

Fang Erlan did not know what to return next.

Text message editing was deleted, deleted and re-edited, and so on and over again, and finally the phone screen was simply closed and re-entered the door.

After an inexplicable anxiety, she was completely meditation.

It seems that they did not mean the same thing yesterday.