"Dad!" As soon as the door opened, the little princess and Xiao Wanjun ran in.
"Oh!" Jiang Xingchen agreed happily. Seeing the child, his memory of drunkenness yesterday was diluted. However, just when he went to hug the two children with a smile on his face, he found that the two children suddenly looked at him in a daze, then burst into tears, turned his head and ran out, shouting: "Mom, come, dad has become a monster!"
Jiang Xingchen was stunned and looked at the child's back in a daze. What's going on? I'll become a monster.
Subconsciously touched his face, Jiang Xingchen's face turned dark instantly, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped, and he turned around and ran to the bedside table and picked up the mirror.
"Mei'er girl~" Jiang Xingchen let out a wolf-like howl, and he was so angry that his whole face was painted like a pig's head, no wonder he scared the child to cry. And the reason he recognized Mei'er was because the girl had painted the same pattern on his face back then.
"Brother, why are you telling me to do?" Mei'er's voice came from the door. Jiang Xingchen turned his head and saw three wives walking in one by one. Two children followed behind, looking at him curiously from time to time, and then retracted again, looking scared.
"What are you doing? What's going on with my face?" Jiang Xingchen asked angrily.
"Puchi!" The three girls couldn't help but laughed out loud.
"You are still laughing. Chuxue and Xianning have a share, right? Why do you think I have no temper?" Jiang Xingchen sternly walked over with a fierce look, standing in front of the three girls and staring at them tightly.
The three women did not show any weakness, and smiled and looked at Jiang Xingchen and asked, "Then tell me, what's going on?"
"Uh!" Jiang Xingchen was stunned. The memories of drunkenness last night emerged again. At that time, he seemed, maybe, maybe... to see Ling'er's *******, hehe..." Jiang Xingchen's mouth twitched, let out a dry laugh, and the cold sweat on his forehead oozed out again.
The three girls smiled and looked at Jiang Xingchen quietly, feeling that the pig head and his expression were indescribable and funny.
"Tell me, what exactly is **?" Tang Chuxue asked again.
"What? I have something to do with it. I have to go to the back mountain to see the crabs and them..." Jiang Xingchen said, and without waiting for Tang Chuxue and others to report it, he trotted out of the door.
The three women turned around, looked out the door with their hands in their chests, and laughed. After a while, Jiang Xingchen turned around and rushed back, with awkward eyes. He ran two steps to the basin and bent down, washing his face!
At the same time, at Zhao Danqing's home, Meng Yue rushed into the house angrily and pulled Zhao Danqing, who was still snoring like thunder.
"What are you doing!" Zhao Danqing muttered in dissatisfaction before she woke up, and was about to fall down and continue to sleep.
"Have you up!" Meng Yue was so angry that she pinched Zhao Danqing's ears and pulled him out of the bed with force.
"Ouch! My wife, be gentle, it hurts!" Zhao Danqing screamed loudly and his mind quickly woke up.
"You're sleeping so well!" Meng Yue said with a cold face.
"What's wrong? I drank too much yesterday, of course I slept soundly!" Zhao Danqing murmured in a low voice, with a weak expression on his face.
Meng Yue raised her hand and threw a stack of photos on the table, saying, "What's wrong? Look at it yourself. The face of the old Zhao family has lost all of you... I said how old you are, why can't we save some worry!"
When Zhao Danqing heard this, he took the photos on the table and looked through them one by one, and his face became redder and redder. Even though his skin was thicker to a certain extent, he was so embarrassed that his face was hot by the posture he put in the photos.
"Is this... it me?" Zhao Danqing looked up and asked his wife. He couldn't believe that the person so shameless in the photo was himself.
"Nonsense! Who else is so bad about the bracelet besides you?" Meng Yue was so angry that she wanted to kick him.
"Who did this? It's too immoral!" Zhao Danqing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted with an angry look. He finally vaguely remembered part of what happened last night.
"You still have the face to take photos of you!" Meng Yue raised her hand and slapped him.
Zhao Danqing felt pain, and jumped up with a roar, then sweared loudly with a sad face: "I will never drink again!"
When Zhao Danqing was being scolded at home, his second brother was standing in front of Xin'er with fear. Xin'er also had a stack of photos in his hand, looking through them one by one.
After a while, the second brother saw that Xin'er was very quiet and could not see any angry appearance, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought to himself: "Fortunately, it was not me who posed, otherwise..."
"You guys!" Xin'er put down the photo and sighed softly.
"Don't be angry, wife, you're pregnant. I promise not to drink anymore!" The second brother hurried forward with a charming smile on his face.
"You really won't drink it? Ten days later, the city's completion celebration will be held. When Han Xiaowu, Lao Si, Li Meng and the others come back, how can you not drink it?" Xin'er said with a smile.
"This...hehe!" The second child scratched his head and laughed awkwardly...
At this time, Jiang Xingchen walked out of the lord's mansion with a gloomy expression. It was not because he was angry with his wife, but because he was going to do a serious matter. He wanted to interrogate the nine arrested silver robe messengers.
In the cell, nine silver-robed men were separated and imprisoned. Not only were there a formation arranged here, there was no trace of energy inside, but they would cast mandalas on them after a period of time.
At the beginning, they thought about the situation when they were interrogated every day, and when the Lord would send someone to save themselves. But as time went by, not only did no one interrogated, but no one came to save them. They were like they were forgotten, except for the guards who came every day, there was no object of communication, and they could not even hear any sound from outside.
After a whole year, they almost collapsed, their bodies could not move, and they were spread like a pool of dead meat. They couldn't take time to practice exercises, and no one could pay attention to them, and they couldn't even commit suicide.
At first, they still took revenge after they escaped, and killed Xingchen Corps, and they refused to say anything even if they were interrogated. But what they most hoped for now is that they could see guards coming every day. This kind of loneliness torture was really terrifying.
"KaKaKa..." Jiang Xingchen walked into the cell of a silver-robed messenger.
The silver robe messenger raised his head, and his originally dark eyes gradually lit up. After more than a year, a different person finally came.
"What do you want to know?" Before Jiang Xingchen could question, the man in silver robe spoke first, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. (~^~)