When Xiao Jiu heard this, his beautiful face suddenly wrinkled, "Who is her brother? I was only three months later than her. Can I see that three months?"
Cheng Siyang thought to himself, is Chuchu who compares your age? Xun Yang? He is twelve years older than you, matures and dark-hearted than you, and can plot against people's hearts than you!
"She just called me Xiao Guaiguai, have you heard it?" Xiao Jiu pulled his hair upset, "She had never called me Xiao Guaiguai such a stingy word before. Now that I'm not shy after being slaughtered, I want to ask her.
, Why call me little beloved?"
"Don't shake it!" Cheng Siyang stroked his forehead, and the truth curled him into a ball of paper and threw it into the trash can. "If you sway here, will God give you the answer?"
Xiao Jiu suddenly rubbed against him and asked him with a blushing face, "Brother, do you see what's wrong with Achu getting out of Master Xun's carriage?"
Cheng Siyang thought about it, and didn't even give him a look at him at that time. He said he was busy. He teased Xiao Jiu for a few words and then went back to his Wutong Garden. He didn't notice anything unusual. Could it be that Xiao
Nine's abnormality is related.
"Her lips are red." Xiao Jiu held it in for a long time, and finally said it, and his ears were burning.
"What's wrong with the red one?" Cheng Siyang frowned in confusion, "She is a girl, it's normal to apply rouge or something. If it's not white, what do you want to write in your mind all day long?
It seems to be swollen!"
After Cheng Siyang finished speaking, he suddenly cried out in secret, blocking the history books on his mouth, and Xiao Jiu's handsome face had completely turned into a shady blame, "You have discovered it, right?"
He looked like a irritable little beast, "Achu's mouth was slightly swollen, and she had never been caught by a crab, why was her mouth swollen?"
Cheng Siyang looked at Xiao Jiu's lips hard, and it turned red without applying rouge. Xiao Jiu turned around anxiously, "I have to ask, why is her mouth? Is it getting angry?"
Cheng Siyang almost fell off the couch, his voice trembling a little. I don’t know if it was excited or excited, “How blushed you just now?”
Xiao Jiujun's face turned red, "I always think about her red lips, which look a bit like the lobster tonight. I don't know what it tastes like when I chew it."
Cheng Siyang immediately rolled from the short couch to the ground, holding his smile to his internal injuries. Mr. Zuiyin taught me what strange things he could teach. He could think of a woman's red lips as a lobster, but he didn't know that the woman's lips were red and slightly swollen.
It is caused by being kissed too hard by a man or being too obsessed with it.
He now seriously doubted that if Xiao Jiu had not been familiar with Shen Yun since childhood, he would have not known that there was a difference between men and women. This is how Mr. Zuiyin taught his disciples?
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Jiu naturally didn't know the nine bends in Cheng Siyang's mind. He thought he had accidentally rolled down from above, and checked with concern where he was injured.
"I'm fine!" Cheng Siyang was almost injured and suggested to him seriously, "If you are afraid that her food will get too greasy and get angry, go see her and tell her to drink more water."
"Yeah." Xiao Jiu's beautiful eyebrows stretched out and turned around and left. When Cheng Siyang saw him walking away, he wanted to laugh and thrust his intestines. His fists chiseled the low couch in the study, making a thud.
In Wutong Garden, Shen Yunchu originally planned to sleep in a loose clothes, but suddenly disliked Wei Zhuang, who was forgotten in Daoxiang Village today. He also thought of the iron lock that was broken by internal forces. His heroic eyebrows frowned. Will this matter be related to it.
Is there anything to do with Wei Zhuang?
But why did Wei Zhuang capture Chunliu away?
Chen Yunchu was puzzled by all his thoughts. Could it be that the little maid really had any indescribable secrets? Thinking of this, she stood up and took advantage of the faint moonlight to walk towards the villa in Weizhuang.
Weizhuang's villa has few beautiful scenery, but its owner doesn't care about these things. What he cares about is the formation that does not show its mountains and water. After nightfall, few slaves dare to walk around because if they are accidentally touched. The formation is only a dead end, so the security in the other courtyard is not very strict.
Chunliu felt as if she had fallen into the river water in the cold winter month, and her whole body was so cold that she slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a pair of peach blossom eyes that looked like a smile, and the indescribable charm in the flow of her eyes.
"Awaken?" Wei Zhuang smiled particularly enchantingly, his voice softly as if he was talking to himself.
"Uh--" A little movement was the pain of bone-eating. Chunliu people couldn't stand the pain and couldn't help but sang, but Wei Zhuang stepped on her hand until she heard her cry even more miserable He curled his lips with satisfaction and smiled, "Tell you, you are now a fugitive slave in the Chen Mansion. If you are caught by Chen Yunchu, not only will you not be able to survive yourself, but the person you wholeheartedly want to maintain, I guess You can't live either!"
Chun Liu stiffened all over and pursed the corners of her lips.
"Do you explain it yourself, or let me interrogate you in person?" Wei Zhuang was impatient with her pain and looked away with disgust.
"What do you want to hear from the little marquis?" Chunliu sneered, completely different from the humble slave who usually lives in front of Shen Yunhong.
"It turns out that I want you to be questioned by myself." Wei Zhuang shook his head, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "I didn't expect you to be so unsatisfied. Guard Zhao worked so hard yesterday, but he didn't satisfy you, so you want to Let me satisfy you?"
Chunliu's face was pale, and she was instinctively afraid of Wei Zhuang, but she still said nothing.
Wei Zhuang snapped his fingers and immediately came in four thick men. But he glanced at Chun Liu from a high place and asked her softly: "Are you satisfied with the man you choose for you?"
"If you want to kill, kill, why bother to deal with these despicable means?" Chunliu's lower eyebrows suddenly showed a strong hatred, as if she was particularly disgusted with such things.
"If you don't want them to serve you, take the initiative to explain. If you wait for me to ask you, they will reward you well, but don't worry, any of them can serve you to death!"
Chunliu looked up at him, and then she found that Wei Zhuang's charming peach blossom eyes were cold, and that indifference that had no emotion at all abandoned the seven emotions and six desires.
Wei Zhuang saw the fear and struggle in her eyes and showed a charming smile, "There is no free lunch in the world. I want to ask for some information from you, so I will naturally give you some benefits. You guys have to work hard. Something."
The four people heard Wei Zhuang's order and pulled Chun Liu's clothes expressionlessly. The sound of cotton tearing was particularly clear in the quiet night. Wei Zhuang admired Chun Liu's expression with a smile.
Chunliu probably didn't expect Wei Zhuang to come with her, and her face suddenly turned pale, "I really don't know what I want to know. If I were willing to give some tips, I would definitely speak out and say everything."
Wei Zhuang hooked the black hair in front of his temples and smiled in distorted all living beings, "Then tell me, who did you want to take the blame for your wife?"