"Mayor, please sit down for a moment while Miss Luo and I go to the kitchen to prepare tea!"
Yang Yulan was not an ignorant person. Naturally she saw that the mayor had something to do with her husband and it was not good to stay in the house longer, so she left with Luo Qingcheng.
The room suddenly became quiet.
"Well...how are you doing lately?"
Bu Fan looked quite embarrassed.
In fact, he really didn't know what to say.
Are you asking him to say, "I'm going to hit you ten times, is that okay?" Why would an ordinary person agree?
"Tell me, there are only two of you and me in the room!" Song Xiaochun said with indifferent eyes.
"Since you said so, I won't be polite, but I told you not to get excited!"
Bu Fan coughed dryly and gave Song Xiaochun a dose of vaccination.
"Then stop talking!"
Song Xiaochun frowned slightly, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition, and simply refused.
"No, you asked me to say it just now. Why are you regretting it now?" Bu Fan was startled and said quickly.
"But I don't want to hear it now! Although I don't know what your purpose is, I'm sure it's not a good thing!"
Song Xiaochun looked at Bu Fan's face and said seriously.
"Comrade Xiaochun, don't be so heartless. After all, we have been friends for decades. If my brother is in trouble, you won't just die without saving him, right?"
Bu Fan put his arm around Song Xiaochun's shoulder and said enthusiastically.
"When did we have an old friendship for decades?" Song Xiaochun frowned.
"Don't worry about the small details, I'm just asking if you can help me?" Bu Fan waved his hand.
"What if I don't help?" Song Xiaochun asked.
"Then I can only force you to help!" Bu Fan raised the corner of his mouth.
"Come if you have the guts."
Song Xiaochun stared at him.
"Don't regret it!"
Bu Fan also looked at Song Xiaochun.
The two looked at each other.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
"Here comes the sword!"
Seeing Bu Fan move slightly, Song Xiaochun's eyes flashed and he snorted coldly.
"Whoosh!"
A three-foot green blade suddenly shot out from the scabbard beside Song Xiaochun.
"Snapped"
Bu Fan lightly snapped his fingers, and the long sword that was shooting suddenly stopped, as if it was blocked by an invisible force.
"Break it for me!
Song Xiaochun narrowed his eyes, poured out his words, and suddenly activated the sword energy in his body.
"Qiang"
A crisp sword cry was heard, and with a flash of cold light, the long sword broke through the invisible obstacle and suddenly struck Bu Fan.
Bu Fan didn't move at all.
Just as the long sword was close at hand, he slowly stretched out his hand and caught the chopped long sword between his two fingers.
Immediately, he twisted his two fingers, and the long sword sandwiched between them suddenly inserted it back into the scabbard beside Song Xiaochun with a "swish" sound.
A flash of surprise flashed in Song Xiaochun's eyes, and he grasped the hilt of the sword without hesitation and was about to pull out the long sword.
"Why do you have to force me to do it?"
Bu Fan sighed and stood up slowly, not very quickly.
But the next moment, a strange figure appeared in front of Song Xiaochun, reaching out to block Song Xiaochun's sword-drawing hand. Song Xiaochun seemed to be frozen, sitting there motionless.
"What do you want to do to me?"
Song Xiaochun gradually began to sweat on his forehead and asked with great difficulty.
In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to move, but that he has no choice.
There was an invisible force surrounding him, making it impossible for him to move at all, and even speaking was very difficult.
However, what shocked him even more was Bu Fan's strength.
It was so terrifying.
The momentum alone made him unable to move.
"I didn't mean to do anything? I just...wanted to hit you ten times on a certain part!"
Bu Fan coughed dryly, but he still couldn't explain the content of the mission.
Song Xiaochun's brain suddenly became unable to react.
Hit a certain part?
Could it be...
head.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, the sound of a porcelain falling was heard.
Bu Fan and Song Xiaochun both turned to look.
At this moment, in front of the gate, Yang Yulan and Luo Qingcheng were looking at them blankly.
"I'm sorry to bother you!"
Yang Yulan pulled Luo Qingcheng, who had not yet recovered, and hurriedly turned around and left.
Bu Fan: "..."
Song Xiaochun: "..."
"What's wrong with your two ladies? Why are you running away?"
Bu Fan looked at Song Xiaochun with a puzzled look.
"You ask me, who should I ask?" Song Xiaochun added: "Also, I only have one wife!"
"Haha!" Bu Fan said.
"Why are you sneering?" Song Xiaochun frowned.
"Nothing!" Bu Fan smiled mischievously, "Let's not waste time, let's finish the work early!"
"what you up to?"
Song Xiaochun suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"You'll find out later!"
"..."
…
The other end.
Yang Yulan and Luo Qingcheng hurried outside, their hearts pounding wildly.
The scene I just saw kept echoing in my mind.
The mayor actually pressed their husbands on the chair, not to mention how ambiguous that look was.
etc.
"Sister Luo, why are we running? It seems that the person inside is our husband!"
Yang Yulan suddenly reacted and looked at Luo Qingcheng, who had rosy cheeks beside her.
"yes!"
Luo Qingcheng also reacted.
Logically speaking, they should be angry when they see their loved one being ambiguous with someone.
Why did they run away instead?
"No, no, Sister Yang, that's your husband!" Luo Qingcheng hurriedly corrected her.
"Does it make a difference!"
Yang Yulan laughed out loud, and Luo Qingcheng's face turned red to the point of dripping water.
"If you don't talk about this, the mayor and the young master are inside... nothing will happen, right?" Luo Qingcheng didn't know what to say.
"Okay, okay, even if you don't have confidence in your husband, you still have to have confidence in the mayor. I think there must be some misunderstanding that we don't know about!" Yang Yulan comforted.
"Too!"
Luo Qingcheng knew how loving the mayor and his wife were.
"How about we go back and take a look!" Yang Yulan said hesitantly.
"Why don't you wait any longer!!" Luo Qingcheng hesitated.
The scene just now appeared in Yang Yulan and Luo Qingcheng's minds again, and two blushes suddenly appeared on their cheeks.
That's right.
They must have misunderstood something.
"I think we should go back and take a look!"
"Um!"
When Yang Yulan and Luo Qingcheng returned to the main room again, they couldn't help but be stunned.
now.
The two people in the room did not appear in the scene just now.
But...
This atmosphere is a bit strange.
Their husbands' eyes were angry, no, they were staring at the mayor with shame and anger.
The mayor also looked very embarrassed and indifferent, as if he had done something embarrassing.
Yang Yulan and Luo Qingcheng looked at each other.
Is this really just a misunderstanding?
"Well... I still have something to do at home, so I'll go back first!"
Bu Fan coughed lightly, stood up and left in a hurry.
Yang Yulan just wanted to persuade her to stay, but was interrupted by Song Xiaochun, "If he wants to leave, let him go. I don't want to see this person again in the future!"
With that said, Song Xiaochun grasped the long sword beside him, stood up with a gloomy expression, and left.
Yang Yulan and Luo Qingcheng looked at each other.
Looking at Song Xiaochun's back.
Maybe it's an illusion.
For a moment, they felt that the sword held by their husband was a little bent.