231. Chapter 230 The boy was full of unwillingness
"Isn't that the purple pupil of Wabi first?"
"It's her!"
Nympho
When a master and a servant walked into Qiqiao Pavilion, Zitong immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"Girl Zitong!" Mr. Zhenta in the shop had already laughed and greeted him, led the two to a small hall behind.
Zitong didn't sit, "It's inconvenient to float legs and feet, let's go in."
"That's okay." Mr. Join Fang smiled, "I bring two to the backyard."
He was just leaving here, and a guy had rushed over, "Mr. Wang, someone wants to buy the purple gold armor of our family!"
"This ..." Mr. Join Fang was embarrassed.
Meng Fusheng has already explained. If Zitong comes, it must be treated with VIPs, but this purple gold armor is extraordinary. If you miss this business, it will be very loser in the cabinet.
Zitong saw his mind, and laughed at the moment, "It's all your own, sir, you don't have to be polite. You just take care of the business.
Seeing that she said earnestly, Wang's account room did not insist.
In the past few days, the shop is too busy, and the subordinates in the backyard are helping in front. He really can't get away.
Wang's account room and the guy returned to the shop to take care of the business. Zitong took the purple man out of the small hall and passed through the side corridor according to the guidance of the Wang account room. Sure enough, he saw a secluded courtyard and landed the door.
The Zi applied to the steps, and gently knocked on the door of the courtyard.
No one responds.
"Meng Shao?"
The purple apprentice ranged, and there was still no sound. Turning on the steps, he looked at the purple pupil under the steps.
Raise his hand to signal a little peace of mind, Zitong blinked, and Zihua flashed in his eyes.
The courtyard wall in front of her has become transparent, her eyes pass through the flower trees, gallery columns, and courtyard walls, she sees Mengfu Sheng.
He was lying on a wheelchair, bent hard, and stretched his fingers to the ground with a knife. Bai Jing's face was full of blush at this moment, and there was already a layer of fine sweat beads on his forehead.
Although he was so tired, his fingers were still a little bit distance from the knife. Although it was just a little bit, it could not be surpassed.
Looking at his body, he almost fell off the wheelchair, and the firing of the purple pupil's eyebrows, and he had to fly in. He didn't want to, he suddenly spit out a flame in his other hand, and rely on the flames to hit the counterattack on the ground.
Floating Shengsheng regains back to the wheelchair.
Then he did not give up. After sitting firmly, he adjusted his body, and his hands stretched out to the engraving knife again on the ground again.
One point, a little bit, a little ...
Finally, he touched the knife, clamped with his fingers, and took it up.
Sitting on a wheelchair, he gasped, Meng Fusheng looked at his legs, but just stretched out his hand and hit a punch on his leg.
How annoyed this punch is, how many unwillingness.
Zitong raised his eyebrows, walked up the steps, pushed the door into.
Through the yard, she came all the way outside the door where Mengfu was located.
"Floating, is there?"
"Zitong?!" Meng Yusheng's voice was glad in the voice, only hearing the wooden wheels crushing the ground. For a moment, the door had been pulled away from the inside, sitting on a wheelchair, and Meng Fusheng looked up at the door and stood outside the door.
The purple pupil, a smile on his face, "Come, come in!"