Liu Yunxiang looked at this foreign woman who claimed to be Pei Rong's fiancée, and thought that Pei Xiaohou went to West Vietnam to do business. If the business was not completed, he was involved first?

She sent someone to Tianxiang Tower to ask, saying that the caravan had returned to Beijing, but Pei Rong had not returned yet.

Liu Yunxiang told Tuoba Fei'er that Pei Rong had not returned to Jin'an. Tuoba Fei'er pouted: "That shouldn't be the case. That old lady arrested me and another little girl on this trip. I helped him on the way."

The little girl ran away, and they chased her back for several days, which took a lot of time. Logically speaking, Pei Rong should have come back first. Is it possible..."

Thinking of something, Tuoba Feier's face lit up with joy: "He won't still be looking for me in Tongliang City, right?"

Liu Yunxiang thought carefully and said, "It should be."

After all, if you lose a person or a girl, you have to find her no matter what.

Tuoba Feier said happily: "So he still has me in his heart and cares about me. I have decided not to marry him but him!"

Pei Rong, who was far away in an inn in Tongliang City, Xizhou, suddenly sneezed. Soon a cup of hot tea was delivered to him and a coat was put on him.

"Master, are you suffering from a cold? What's wrong with you? Let me go find a doctor for you?"

Pei Rong felt comfortable listening to this voice of concern, but when he raised his head and saw the person in front of him, some memories that he wanted to forget but couldn't forget suddenly came back, causing his heart to beat wildly, his whole body to panic, and the hand on his hand

The tea was spilled.

"Master, why are you shivering? Are you cold?" Lan Niang was worried and wanted to test whether Pei Rong's forehead was burning, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, Pei Rong hurriedly avoided it, and she looked a little scared.

The corner of Lan Niang's mouth twitched, "I'd better go find a doctor for you."

Pei Rong also realized that his reaction was a little too great. He sat back first, coughed twice, and said, "No, I just sneezed. Maybe someone was scolding me behind my back."

Lan Niang smiled: "Master, do you believe this too?"

Pei Rong snorted, "Maybe it's you."

Lan Niang was puzzled: "Why did I scold the master?"

"Of course you scolded me..." Pei Rong hurriedly pursed his lips, but fortunately his brain caught up and he didn't say anything.

Lan Niang didn't ask in detail, just said: "We have been searching in Tongliang City for more than ten days, but we still haven't found Miss Tuoba. I'm wondering if she has left Tongliang City."

Pei Rong narrowed his eyes, "It must be that I refused to take her to Jin'an, so she went there secretly."

"Ah, it's a long way. What if a little girl's family is in danger?" Lan Niang said worriedly.

Although this little girl glared at her every time she saw her, in her eyes she was just a child, and a cute and cute child at that. She quite liked her, so she was really worried.

"She is very clever and good at kung fu. It would be unlucky for others to meet her."

When Lan Niang thought about it, it turned out that this girl was too smart and she should be fine.

"But Master, this girl has chased you to Jin'an, so you really don't want to consider marrying her?"

Pei Rong just took a sip of tea, and when he heard this, he almost spit out, "You...what do you mean by this?"

Lan Niang was startled for a moment, "Why are you reacting so harshly? Besides, what else can I mean? It's not just superficial."

At this time, the waiter shouted from below that it was time to eat, and Lan Niang went out. Pei Rong thought it was too noisy outside and liked to eat in the house, so Lan Niang brought him food to the house along the way.

Looking at Lan Niang's leaving figure, Pei Rong took out a handkerchief and wiped the tea that spewed out of the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but wonder: Was she testing me with what she said just now? Or was she just jealous? What else?

Why didn't she mention what happened that night? Didn't she want me to mention it? If I didn't mention it, would she think I was a scumbag? Especially not a human being?

Pei Rong patted his chest and had only one thought at this time: I want to tear Tuoba Fei'er to pieces! Raw!

Lan Niang quickly brought the food, and Pei Rong had already adjusted his expression. He sat over as if nothing had happened and asked lightly: "What do you want?"

"Ah?" Lan Niang tilted her head and looked at Pei Rong in confusion. Why had this man been so inconsistent with his words in the past few days? She couldn't figure out what he wanted to express after thinking for a long time.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

"I……"

"Except me."

"ah?"

"I know what you want most is me, but I can't give myself to you, so don't have wishful thinking, do you understand?"

Lan Niang pursed her lips, thinking that maybe she had a fever, so she was talking nonsense.

"I want a steamed bun, is that okay?"

Pei Rong frowned and looked at Lan Niang, and saw her sitting down opposite him, then picked up a steamed bun and started eating, "There's no food down there, I'll just give you one bite, and we'll be on our way after eating."

Pei Rong squinted her eyes, it seemed that she wanted nothing but me.

Alas, this is difficult to handle.

When Pei Rong was worried, he saw Lan Niang take two bites, suddenly felt nauseated, retched twice, patted her chest uncomfortably, and put the bun down at the same time.

"You...what is this?"

Lan Niang sighed, "Maybe it was that night... ugh..."

Before Lan Niang could finish her sentence, she started retching again.

Pei Rong's eyes widened, "You, you, you mean..."

Lan Niang calmed down for a while, waved her hands and said, "I really have no appetite. You eat slowly while I go pack things."

After saying that, Lan Niang got up, went back to her room first, packed a bag of soft goods and carried it on her back, then went to Pei Rong's room and saw him sitting on the chair, looking lost, and the food was not moved at all.

Lan Niang didn't bother to persuade him. This man was always nervous and would lose his temper easily.

Difficult to serve!

Lan Niang packed Pei Rong's things into wooden boxes one by one, filling two large boxes. She bent down to pick up one and was about to walk downstairs, but she saw Pei Rong blocking her.

"Master, can you give way?"

Pei Rong frowned, "Isn't this box heavy?"

Lan Niang gritted her teeth, this was no nonsense, "So please don't block the road."

"Why are you so..."

"Can you finish speaking in one breath?"

"Let it go!"

"ah?"

"Ask the driver to come and move."

"It's better if I move down."

"Lanniang, don't play this trick on me, I...I won't feel sorry for you!"

When Lan Niang saw that Pei Rong was actually angry, she scolded him for being troublesome, but she still let him go. He is a master and has a moody temper, so he must be tolerant of his servants.

After the coachman loaded the two large wooden boxes into the carriage, Pei Rong took Lan Niang to the front of the carriage. Just as he was about to get on the carriage, Lan Niang began to feel sick again, and this time she ran to the side and vomited.

Pei Rong couldn't help clenching his fists when he saw her like this. He didn't expect that it was just a trip to West Vietnam. His innocence was gone, and he was about to...be a father again!
Chapter completed!