"Madam..." Qingsha followed Ye Wanwan and looked at her nervously: "Madam, are you unhappy?"
She felt that Ye Wanwan was unhappy because Yan Chen was not here. After all, Yan Chen had been with her these past few years.
In the past, they felt that Yan Chen's existence was not good, because his name was not justified, and they were always worried that he would harm his wife, but now that he is gone, it seems even worse.
Ye Wanwan saw her worries in his eyes: "Don't worry about it, I'm just not used to so many people. You can go back."
Qingsha shook her head repeatedly: "I am here to serve you, Madam."
Ye Wanwan reached out angrily and poked her between the eyebrows: "Go back if you are told. I will give you two-quarters of an hour to have fun. I will have someone prepare another meal for me later."
Qingsha then nodded: "Thank you madam, I will go and prepare now."
After saying that, she excused herself and headed to the kitchen, showing no sign of returning to the banquet. Ye Wanwan shook her head, sighed with a smile, and let her go without saying anything else.
The snow fell particularly heavily on the night of the New Year, and the sky and the earth were all silvery white. However, there were many red lanterns hung on the porch, and the hazy red light made the white snow even more festive.
Although there was no snow on the corridor, the wind was a bit cold. Ye Wanwan gathered her fox fur and hurried back to the house.
There is a heating tunnel under her house, and the house will be warm even if the brazier is not lit on a snowy day. Her body is fragile, and she relies on this to survive in this snowy day.
When she pushed the door open and walked in, the warm air hit her face. She just breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt that she was in danger.
Ye Wanwan didn't know martial arts, but she was still alert. The moment she sensed the danger, she quickly backed away and walked out the door.
Clang.
A figure knelt directly in front of Ye Wanwan, holding the long sword in his hand to prevent him from falling to the ground.
The ground was wet and obviously filled with blood.
I thought I wanted to take advantage of Ye Wanwan, but the injury was too severe and I couldn't succeed.
"Someone is coming!"
Ye Wanwan immediately called the guards, and the two of them lifted up the person on the ground. The face was revealed, which made Ye Wanwan a little surprised. It turned out to be Han Lin, whom she had met once before.
What are Zhao Qin's people doing here?
Han Lin was being held up, the blood on his body was gurgling, and the sweat on his forehead was rolling down in large drops. He looked ferocious in pain, but he still held it back and said through gritted teeth: "Xiliu Lane Liquor House, please help me, madam."
Save my master."
Rescue? Something happened to Zhao Qin?
Ye Wanwan looked at him suspiciously, as if he was a fool: "Zhao Qin is so weak that he can pull off such a trick?"
Zhao Qin asked her for help when something happened. Did he see a ghost?
It was just a way to trick her out. Who knows what kind of conspiracy he might have played, and he had made Han Lin like this. He was really capable of making money.
"No... the master is seriously injured and is being chased all the way. The situation is critical. Please ask Madam for help." Han Lin explained eagerly. He was seriously injured and his anxious look did not look like he was faking it.
The acting was so similar that she almost believed it.
Ye Wanwan sneered: "Do you think I will save him? I will just kill him myself because he didn't die quickly enough."
Seeing that she didn't believe her at all, Han Lin was so angry that he vomited blood.
Ye Wanwan waved her hand: "Take him down."
It would be unlucky to die in her house during the Chinese New Year.
Han Lin was dragged away and struggled unwillingly: "Madam, don't forget the art of sharing fate. If the master dies, he must die too. If you don't believe it, you can go and see Yan Chen to see if his life is hanging by a thread.
....”
Han Lin finished speaking in one breath, turned around and started vomiting blood again, and then fainted.
Ye Wanwan frowned, still unwilling to believe it, but...
She reached out to touch her heart. There was a panic here, as if something bad had happened.