After saying that, without waiting for a few old men to come over, he took Fu Langjun with one hand and said, "Tanhua Lang is rude."
After the big break, the three people quickly walked out of the encirclement. Of course, they defeated a group of servants surrounding them again, and then Da Li started running.
It was the second time that Fu Langjun had to evacuate in such embarrassment, but he felt at ease in his heart. His hand being held by the girl had never felt so at ease before. He didn't feel rude at all.
Therefore, it was the right decision to pursue a girl from Italy with Brother Zhou. I was worried about why Brother Zhou didn't agree.
Maybe he should try harder. It would be so reassuring to have an Italian girl by his side.
Fu Langjun felt that the Italian girl was dragging him to run fast, and he felt the passion of elopement. He was almost out of breath.
After walking far away from the crowd, the Italian girl held Fu Langjun in her arms. Her hair on the temples was a little messy. She turned around and said to Fu Langjun: "Tanhua Lang, the money I spent sending you here is not in vain."
When I saw Fu Tanhua, her soul flew into the sky, she was definitely frightened.
Dali stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Fu Langjun's eyes: "Fu Langjun, Fu Tanhua has returned to his soul. Your mental trauma is not our fault. I will not refund the money."
Fu Tanhua: "No, no, it's lucky that the Italian girl is here, otherwise Fu would be in danger. One day, Fu will definitely come to thank you."
His heart was still pounding and he felt like he couldn't hold it down anymore. Fu Tanhuaxin asked, could this be his fate?
The eyes that looked at the Italian girl were full of hooks, but it was a pity that the Italian girl was not hooked at all.
Qi Da was watching from the side and thought to himself that the credit for the co-writing was all due to the girl. Even though I, the sweeper, could not impress Tan Hua Lang.
Dali said happily: "That's not necessary. We are the ones who take people's money and do things for them. Fu Langjun, this is the restaurant you designated. When we get here, we have completed the task and have to leave. You're so sorry
Hide inside."
Fu Langjun was reluctant to leave. He felt so safe with such a girl by his side: "Thank you, Miss Italy."
The Italian girl took Qi Da, waved her hands without taking away any clouds, and returned home happily. She was able to catch up with her uncle to celebrate.
Fu Langjun looked at the back of the Italian girl and could not return to his senses for a long time. Why did the Italian girl turn a blind eye to his endless friendship?
Is this considered being abandoned again after eloping? Why do I feel so lost?
The boy next to him finally caught up with his husband, and saw that his husband was so frightened that he cried: "Don't be afraid, sir. After these few days, these people will definitely not dare to do this."
You are so arrogant, this place in the capital is in compliance with the royal laws everywhere, how can you still rob people?"
Fu Langjun: "Okay, don't cry. Isn't it okay? It's our fault that we are ignorant and didn't understand the customs first. What kind of name do we have?"
Little Shutong: "Then you shouldn't be so unreasonable. Our husband can marry anyone. If the old lady at home knew about it, she would definitely feel sorry for him. If the aunts knew about it,
I will definitely come over and talk to these people."
Fu Langjun thought of the situation at home: "Don't disturb the old lady, let alone the aunts."
The boy pulled his husband over and felt very distressed: "I feel wronged by you."
Fu Langjun: "Why didn't we think of having a chivalrous person like the Italian girl next to us?"
It would be even more perfect if it were the girl Dali herself. When Tan Hwa Lang thought of Dali, he felt a little out of his wits.
The child suddenly stuttered: "Even if it doesn't work, the old lady won't agree, and the aunts won't want to see it. Sir, please don't think about it. In fact, after a few days, there won't be anything like this.
Things have happened, and chivalrous people have nothing to do with us."
If the old lady knew that Lang Jun yearned for a knight-errant when he went out, she would probably beat him to death as a book boy.
Fu Langjun was unhappy, and no one around him could understand his mood: "Okay, you talk about an old lady, are you homesick, or you go back first."
The boy didn't dare to say another word. The man disliked him.
By the way, the Italian girl has gone a long way, so why is my husband still looking in that direction?
The boy's face turned even more ugly. If his husband let a girl take away his soul, then it would be better to let someone snatch his son-in-law. How could he explain to the old lady?
Fu Langjun is in the restaurant, and the restaurant will be responsible for Tanhua Lang's safety. This was what we agreed upon when we checked in.
I didn't care about being happy when I got admitted as a Tanhualang, I was just worried about my own safety.
Mr. Fu suddenly wants to get married. If the Italian girl is a candidate for a wife, her status is indeed inferior. My mother at home may not be happy.
But if he lifts a concubine, the Italian girl's fist may be knocked down. Fu Langjun rubbed his neck, but he may not be able to bear it.
But if he just misses the Italian girl, he will feel very unhappy. How can a beautiful woman like him? Who is he willing to be by his side? Fu Langjun wants to work hard for himself again. With the Italian girl, he will not be afraid of wherever he goes in the future.
And whether it was the feeling of being thrown up and flying in the sky by the Italian girl, or being pulled by the Italian girl and running on the road, Fu Tanhua loved it and felt her heart pounding.
The important point is that if there is a mistress like the Italian girl here, he will not be afraid of the aunts and grandmothers coming back to the house to quarrel.
But how to be a mistress is a problem. Fu Langjun suddenly realized that as long as the Italian girl can accompany him, he is willing to be a mistress or a person around him.
None of the problems were easy, and Fu Langjun had never planned so hard in his life.
As soon as Zhou Lan returned to the door of the house, he saw Dali and Qi Da following behind. The speed was too fast.
Mrs. Jiang San asked Dali: "Have you succeeded in giving Mr. Fu to those bride-stealers?"
The Italian girl was very arrogant and said: "Madam, I accept money from others, but it is still a loyal thing."
Mrs. Jiang San was very impressed that she actually broke through the encirclement: "That's really not easy. This husband is so popular."
Girl from Italy: "I think he is a fool. There are so many Jinshi masters who took the imperial examination together with our elders. They are young, handsome, and with eye-catching figures. Why is it that this young man is the only one that people care about?"
?It can be seen that Fu Langjun is out of his mind."
Mrs. Jiang San nodded: "What you said makes sense."
Xu Xiaolangjun looked around. Fortunately, there was no one else. Otherwise, people would look at Hualang's brain and he really couldn't be slandered like this.
The Italian girl also made a high-pitched comment: "Our eldest son and sixth uncle are no worse than Fu Langjun. Why are our eldest son and sixth uncle so stable? I think Fu Langjun should reflect on it."