Leng Zitian stood there and stopped talking, except for staring at Ye Yimu again...

Ye Yimu looked at Situ Mingri's eager look, thought about it and said seriously.

"It's not a big deal. Good things are not big or small. The little white face is still the second young master in the Situ Mansion. I think it's better to do something relaxed." Ye Yimu said here and paused for a moment. She looked at Situ Mingri, and Situ Mingri was still looking at her with a look. Her expression clearly stated: "Young ancestors are good. Read books at zero o'clock. Org

Ye Yimu looked at him and raised a innocent smile of humans and animals, and then said, "I see that the second old man in the store is older and it is inconvenient to listen to the activities, so I'll ask the young man to wash the toilet for the second old man for three days." After that, I added, "Remember to do it yourself, otherwise... you know hehe."

After hearing Ye Yimu's words standing and talking without ache, Situ Mingri almost vomited. Also, the last sentence was threatening him no matter how hard he heard it. Yes! It was a threat to the naked one!!!

Thinking of his dignified second young master Situ, he has always been rich and prosperous, and when did he do dirty work like washing the toilet? Not to mention washing the toilet, even washing the face, it is also served by others...

Looking at Ye Yimu again, his expression clearly seemed to have given her a gift, as if I was a good person...

Situ Mingri's face was obviously embarrassed and entangled. His minds that wanted to refute but did not dare to refute were colliding with each other. At this time, he really wanted to pry Ye Yimu's hungry head to see what was inside. Why could such a prank come up in that head?

"Don't you go yet?" Just as Situ Mingri was meditating, Leng Zitian's voice came slowly

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go." Situ Mingri was so scared that he was so lonely that he didn't care about anything dirty, and left in a hurry

After escaping to a place where Leng Zitian and Ye Yimu couldn't see, Situ Mingri stopped. He knocked on his head, despised himself fiercely, and said to himself, "Why are you so useless? Why can't you just take a little girl? And that demon, when you see him, you're like a mouse and a cat? You're really unreliable, I despise you."

Finally, Situ Mingri disappeared on the path to the thatched cottage while sighing and contempt...

After Situ Mingri left, Ye Yimu finally couldn't help but feel happy, "Haha, the little white face is so cute. Did you see that he looked confused just now... It's so cute. I still want to continue teasing him..."

Ye Yimu was talking to herself, laughing at herself, and after talking for a long time, Leng Zitian couldn't respond to her. Only then did she remember that she had just used Leng Zitian.

So Ye Yimu stood up straight and looked at Leng Zitian, who was calm and calm, "Your performance is so great, thank you."

"It's over?" Leng Zitian looked at Ye Yimu casually, as if he thought Ye Yimu's verbal thanks was too cheap. It was the first time he was acting in a drama just now, and he acted so realistically. Even he didn't believe it...

"Or it would be till it?" Ye Yimu Ye replied leisurely, thank you, isn't it all for everyone? Otherwise, till it?

"No." Leng Zitian said again, of course he could not thank him just like this plainly, and he would not accept it.

"Then hell?" Ye Yimu asked again, "Did she remember that Leng Zitian's juvenile dysfunction have been bad some time ago? Why did she do it again now?"

"Not enough." Leng Zitian's tone was obviously helpless, and he thought to himself why this woman was so stupid? No matter how could she say anything?

"So?" Ye Yimu was arrogant. This man was too puzzled. Is there anything there? It is said that a woman's heart is needled at the bottom of the sea. Ye Yimu now thinks that men's mind is looking for needles in a haystack.

"No." Leng Zitian raised his hand, stretched out his index finger and pointed to his left cheek. It was obvious that he would kiss him if he wanted to thank him.

"Huh?" Ye Yimu turned his head and made an auxiliary tone of confusion. Could Leng Zitian's face hurt?

Moreover, why is this dialogue mode so familiar?

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Chapter completed!