This man is tall, wearing a light gray muslin robe and a bamboo hat on his head. His face is colorful, with green in the white and yellow in the green.
A pair of round eyes were full of fierceness, but there was also a hint of joy that could not be concealed.
He was clearly dressed as a businessman, and he was holding an exquisite folding fan in his hand, which made him look very different.
It was Meng Jia who had taken off his fine clothes.
Mu Yunhan and Mu Ying were both startled and immediately wanted to hide behind Xiaomi.
How could Meng Jia allow Mu Yunhan to run away under his nose? He immediately stretched out his hand to drag Mu Yunhan: "You still want to run away? I've been waiting for you for many days! Don't you just want to drink sweet soup? It's just for you.
drink!"
When the owner of the sweet soup stall heard this, he immediately chased people away fiercely: "I don't want the money, I won't sell it anymore, let's go quickly..."
Mu Yunhan frowned and avoided Meng Jia's claws: "You run this shop?"
Meng Jia said proudly: "Yes, I guess you will come back sooner or later, so let them set up a shop here to sell all kinds of sweet soups in the capital, just waiting for you to take the bait!"
Haha, girls really love to eat, especially sweets... I am really wise and powerful, and can predict things like a god.
Meng Jia raised his chin, looked at Mu Yunhan and said boldly: "What do you want to drink? How about I give the shop to you?"
"No more drinking." Mu Yunhan frowned and was about to leave. He always felt that Meng Jia was a little strange. His face had obviously been beaten. What did he mean by wearing a hat?
Could it be that Wu Yanzhuang asked someone to beat him up? Wu Yanzhuang doesn't seem like a person who would do such a thing.
"You are not allowed to leave!" Meng Jia was anxious. Seeing Xiaomi step forward to stop him, he said sternly: "Are you all dead?"
Several guards dressed as diners had been squatting on the ground and pretending to be dead. When their names were called, they had to stand up lazily, surrounded Mu Yunhan and the three of them, and threatened them in unison: "Don't leave!"
Meng Jia waved his folding fan triumphantly: "The masters I have brought here today are all masters, and they are not afraid of death. You cannot beat them. You must obey me quickly. I will make you eat well and drink spicy food..."
Mu Ying nervously grabbed Mu Yunhan's hand and asked in a low voice: "Sister, who is this person? Why does he look like the bully mentioned in the book..."
Meng Jia laughed "haha", put away the folding fan coolly, and tapped Mu Ying on the head: "Yes, you are quite discerning, little girl, and I am a bully, hahaha..."
Mu Ying covered her head and ran away, giving him a big eye roll in disgust.
He wasn't angry either. Instead, he asked Mu Yunhan enthusiastically, "Is this your sister? She's quite pretty."
Suddenly, a long, white, well-jointed hand stretched out from the thorn, and he slowly pulled Mu Ying and Mu Yunhan away.
Meng Jia looked up slowly along the hand angrily.
The snow-white silk robe has complicated and exquisite dark patterns on it. It is made of fine workmanship and exquisite materials. It is not an ordinary item.
He has a tall and straight figure, a delicate and well-defined jaw, thin pale cherry lips, a handsome nose, and dark and deep eyes.
His expression is calm and ethereal, but he carries a power that cannot be ignored.
"Young pretty boy! Take your hands away!"
Facing such a face, Meng Jia actually felt a little afraid, which made him very angry. Why would he be afraid of this person? This makes no sense!
Thirteenth Niang once hinted to him that Mu Yunhan seemed to have a sweetheart who was particularly good-looking and unfathomable.
It must be this pretty boy, he is really annoying! (To be continued)