Uh, what's going on? This guy was really in a state of emotion and became ignorant of himself. The saint was stunned and confused.
The saint wanted to catch up and ask, but she still held back, and forcibly calmed down. After thinking about Jiang Fan's explanation, she took out the Fuxun Ball and began to contact the capable people to get busy.
Jiang Fan came to Meng Ren's residence and looked at it. The yard was not small, but it was quite simple. It can be seen that the status was indeed not high. No wonder the housekeeper and some senior officials in the mansion were dissatisfied with their previous attitude, so they naturally would not go to the dead bed.
He then sat cross-legged on a large chair and meditated and rested.
The next morning, Jiang Fan got up and washed up and went out to find the saint. A guard happened to come to him and said that the saint invited her room to have breakfast together. Jiang Fan frowned and refused and had to go.
Jiang Fan came to the saint's room and saw that she was the only one, with a steaming breakfast on the table. Jiang Fan was not polite, and sat down and ate in a quiet voice. After eating for a few bites, hesitated and then said again.
Keep eating.
"How is it, it's delicious!" the saint asked suddenly.
"It's okay!" Jiang Fan replied perfunctorily.
"Do you have any dissatisfaction with me?" The saint looked at Jiang Fan's cold attitude and couldn't help asking softly.
"Dissatisfied? No, how can you be dissatisfied with you?" Jiang Fan didn't look up and responded casually while eating.
"Then why do you have such a cold attitude towards me?" The saint frowned and questioned.
"It's cold, is there any? No, it seems like I've always been like this!" Jiang Fan refused to admit it.
"Did you blame me for not telling you about the matter between my father and the female barbarian leader?" The saint asked in silence.
"No, that's your private matter. I have no hobby of spying on other people's private lives!" Jiang Fan replied.
"I'm not saying you're spying on other people's privacy, but it involves the female barbarian patriarch who wants to deal with us. Do you want to know?" The saint said with a little depressed and patiently.
"The female barbarian patriarch no longer hides and takes action publicly. It's meaningless to know whether it's meaningless, so I don't want to know!" Jiang Fan said indifferently.
"You really don't want to know?" The saint was stunned but asked again.
I hope Jiang Fan would like to know, so he immediately told the old butler what she said to her, otherwise it would be awkward to get it up. After all, it involves some of the past events of his father, let alone it is not a glorious thing.
"It's either steamed or cooked, it's not fake anyway!" Jiang Fan said nonsense.
"You...are we friends? Why don't you say anything? It's not good to keep it in your stomach. Just talk about it. If there is something wrong, I will reflect on it, can I correct it?" The saint collapsed without saying a word.
, but he was still serious and unhappy, and persuaded softly.
"Well, there is really something to say. What's going on with the mysterious woman who can only come out at night and lose her freedom after being under house arrest?" The saint asked with great importance, and Jiang Fan asked without hesitation.
"Uh, so you're calculating this!" The saint was stunned and laughed and relieved, but soon felt something was wrong. I had agreed before that I would meet him frequently in the future. How could I mention the old ones all at once?
The words have returned to the origin?
And this is also unpleasant. What does it mean to have no freedom if you have house arrest? The saint looked at Jiang Fan in confusion and corrected: "I don't have house arrest, she is very free!"
"Is that so good, let her come out to meet me during the day!" Jiang Fan smiled strangely and said.
"Meet during the day, this... is not convenient now, it will be possible after some time during the day!" The saint frowned and hesitated, gritted his teeth and said.
"Oh, I will be able to see you during the day after some time. How long will it take, ten days and half a month or three or five months later?" Jiang Fan asked without letting go.
"It's only one or two days!" The saint thought for a while and replied.
Jiang Fan was a little surprised and thought that the saint was perfunctory. Unexpectedly, he agreed to see him in the day or two in a day. He immediately asked further: "That's great, can I take her away?"
"Take her away! Where can I take her?" the saint asked in surprise.
"I think she must be very bored. Take her to my territory, meet the prosperous city, relax, and the conditions there are also very good, so there is no problem!" Jiang Fan tentatively said.
"This is not possible. She will not leave the Monk clan, nor will she leave me!" the saint refused.
"No, she still has no freedom to say so!" Jiang Fan sighed. He had guessed the answer, so he was not surprised at all.
"Why are you talking so sharp and rude? Haven't you heard it clearly? I didn't understand it enough? She won't leave me, and she won't leave the Monk clan!" The saint was a little fussed and stressed unhappily.
road.
"I haven't asked her yet, you said that. You are not her. You just know what she is thinking about? That's so sure?" Jiang Fan asked retorted.
"Of course I know what she is thinking. We say everything. It is impossible for you to take her away. She will not agree, and I will not agree either!" The Holy Maiden Fire also came up and said tougher.
"Okay, pretend I didn't say it!" Jiang Fan was too lazy to argue and said coldly. The speed of eating breakfast was speeding up and he became voracious. He was very depressed and worried. The mysterious beauty who had spoken good things for the saint before must be the one who had to say good things to the saint before.
What means have been controlled?
"You're just angry about this and me, as for that?" The saint said with great depression when he saw this guy was obviously angry, and he suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.
"Let's have a meal. When you are eating, you will spit out saliva all the time, which is unhygienic!" Jiang Fantou said without raising his head.
"Why are you like this? You...!" The saint was so angry that she vomited blood. Who was it? Why didn't you say it was unhygienic when you just spoke, and accused him angrily.
"Uh, it's so full. After eating, it's time to go for a walk!" Jiang Fan suddenly stood up and interrupted, stretched his waist, and suddenly commented to himself: "Who did this breakfast?
The taste is really not delicious, not as delicious as the cooks used to make!”
"Bastard, you can't eat you to death, don't eat it!" The saint suddenly stood up and said furiously, unable to hold back his anger anymore.
"Damn, why are you scolding? Originally, this breakfast is not as delicious as before. You are so excited, inexplicably, and have a problem!" Jiang Fan was stunned, and unexpectedly said that the saint got angry and looked unhappy.
Responded.
"You, you have a problem. I worked hard to cook the breakfast early in the morning, why is it not delicious? I have participated in the Junzhong Food Festival anonymously and won the first place. You are deliberately looking for trouble.
You are too bullying!" The saint said in tears with grievance.
"Damn, you made this breakfast!" Jiang Fan was shocked and then said, "This is what Old Man Meng said to be absolutely going to the kitchen? This cooking skill is not satisfactory! It's almost the same to eat as a task!",
I don’t care whether the Saint Gao is happy or not, tell the truth.
"I'm looking for trouble because I'm good at it. I'm having a problem with my heart and soul. I'm not bad!" The saint turned aside excitedly.
Jiang Fan's words were added fuel to the volcano. The saint was so angry that he wanted to beat Jiang Fan, but that was impossible. He had to take the breakfast on the table and vent his anger. He suddenly became tough and rude. He lifted the chair and looked at the breakfast on the table.
Smashed hard.
Damn, the saint is crazy, and his virtue has not improved for two days and I have surrendered. I will smash it. It’s not my family anyway. It’s better to set a torch and burn the entire mansion! Jiang Fan looked at it coldly without saying a word and turned around and left.