At the door of Yixiang Building, Wanrou waved to Zhang Qingjiu against the door, smiling sweetly, with spring in the corners of her eyes and brows, which made the hearts of those who came and go tremble, "Mr. Zhang, I will wait for you to come back next time.
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Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly.
After Wanrou turned around and went back, she looked back at Yixiang Tower again, and Zhang Qingjiu finally couldn't help but frown.
The extrapolated instructions told her that the woman who made people restless was in Yixiang Building, but the moment she stepped into Yixiang Building, that person seemed to disappear out of thin air and could never be found again.
Not at all, so she had to use Lan Miao as a guide.
And the moment Wanrou appeared, she understood.
Wanrou's fate has already been changed.
But her change is not as complicated as that of Chu Lan, who was placed in a formation to change her life since she was a child. Her change must be due to some chance and coincidence.
But whether this chance coincidence is man-made or a work of nature is a very interesting thing.
Wanrou, Yixiang Tower, the daughter of the Sun family, the son of the Xie family, the Queen Mother of the Xie family, and the Palace of Prayer.
From this line, the most closely connected is the Zhenguo Gongfu.
so……
If it was just a guess at the beginning, now it can be proved that some of her guesses are facts.
But who made such a big move and why did they do such a thing.
Zhang Qingjiu sighed quietly and looked up at the stars in the sky, his eyes a little more solemn.
What exactly do you want to do?
"Why didn't Zhang Xiaoxian call me if you have business tonight?" Not far away, a black figure stood by the street, folding his arms and looking at Zhang Qingjiu who came out of Yixiang Building, the corners of his thin mouth curved.
After following her for so long, even though I have never heard some words before, I now know what they mean, and it is interesting to use them.
"You wouldn't have come if I didn't ask you." Zhang Qingjiu walked quickly to Murong Chunlai and glanced at him.
Faced with such an unceremonious look, Murong Chunlai was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said helplessly, "That's not true."
Yes, I really can’t let go.
"You didn't bring a carriage?" After taking two steps, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but stop and frowned when he saw the people around him were still walking.
Murong Chunlai smiled and said, "I thought you specifically didn't want the carriage."
Zhang Qingjiu: "..."
When she came here, it was hard to get the carriage alone, but now that she was going back, she seriously suspected that this man was seeking revenge, but unfortunately she didn't have full evidence now.
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu's face visibly drooping, Murong Chunlai raised the corners of his lips and pulled her into the alley next to him, "Why, Zhang Xiaoxian, who is so good at predicting things, sometimes makes miscalculations?"
There, a carriage was parked steadily.
Zhang Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and realized that he had been tricked. He couldn't help but glared at Murong Chunlai fiercely, and got on the carriage.
If she hadn't spent so much time with Wanrou, how could she not have noticed that this man was harboring evil intentions.
It was rare to see Zhang Qingjiu deflate in his hands. Murong Chunlai felt better than ever before. With his eyes bent, he jumped onto the carriage and raised the reins in his hand, "Drive!"
The dust flew up, and the carriage instantly left the bright Eleventh Street, full of sensuality and horses, and drove into the vast night.
Not long after they left, a figure wearing black night clothes and holding a cat suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, looking in the distance, his eyes under the gauze hat a little more profound and confused.
The carriage returned to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion after a while. Murong Chunlai pondered for a while and drove the carriage to the backyard.
"We're here, get off the carriage." The carriage stopped, Murong Chunlai turned around and shouted behind him.
The night is silent, the moon is like water, the chirping of insects gradually reaches my ears as summer begins, but there is silence behind me.
Murong Chunlai glanced sideways, his breath suddenly suffocated, and the next moment he turned over and got out of the car, lifting up the car curtain. After being stunned for a long time, his frown gradually relaxed.
Looking at the woman who was already asleep leaning on the carriage, Murong Chunlai shook his head helplessly, reached out and buttoned the door again, "Wake up."
…
Maybe the curtains were lifted to let in a little night breeze. The people in the carriage rolled up their sleeves and frowned, but they still had no intention of waking up.
Seeing her like this, Murong Chunlai's eyes couldn't help but darken a bit, his fingers curled up at his side, and finally he sighed softly, picked up the man and held him tightly in his arms, "I don't know.
How long do I have to spend with you to make such trouble?"
Although he entered through the backyard, he still alerted the skylark who was keeping watch when he entered the Jianjia courtyard.
Although he knew that Zhang Qingjiu would not spend the night in the mansion from time to time, Yunque did not dare to forget his responsibilities. When he saw Zhang Qingjiu being carried back, his eyes changed drastically, and he flew forward to block Murong Chun's way, "Miss
What's wrong?"
"Asleep." Murong Chunlai lowered his eyes and curved the corners of his mouth.
Yunque was stunned for a moment. Although the man in front of him was just a janitor, his skill and unknown identity forced people to be wary, and he had never had a good look towards them.
This was the first time he spoke in such a tone.
"I'll do it." Yunque frowned and took a step forward.
"No need." Murong Chunlai raised his eyebrows and put a little more force on his hands.
If he wasn't one of her people, he would be a corpse now if he dared to stop her.
"Men and women do not have sex, I..."
"She has taken off my clothes, and now you are telling me whether you want to be kissed or not?" Murong Chunlai snorted softly.
lark:"????"
Seeing Yunque stunned, Murong Chunlai's lips curved again, and he walked directly towards the bedroom with the person in his arms, "If you don't want to alarm others, don't worry about such a trivial matter."
A trivial matter? When Yunque comes to his senses, will the lady kill him if she wakes up and finds out?
Have a good night's sleep and a bright day.
Zhang Qingjiu woke up the next day and found that he was already lying on the bed. Although he had forgotten how he returned to Jianjiayuan, after thinking about it, there were only a few people around him. Who else could be there other than Yunque?
No further questions were asked.
But Yunque thought that since his master didn't ask, it would be better to have one less thing than to do more, so he immediately didn't mention it again.
Ever since, the matter of how Zhang Qingjiu returned to Jianjiayuan and how he ended up on the bed last night passed inexplicably.
After eating the breakfast prepared by Zidie, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly remembered something, raised his wrist and took a look, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue twice.
Sure enough, she paid the price. If it weren't for Lan Miao's deduced energy, she might not have been able to get out of the gate of Yixiang Tower.
If things continue like this, is it possible that she will be the first to admit defeat?
Thinking of what Chu Lan said that day, Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath.
Whoever goes to find the bastard first, she doesn't believe there is no other way for now!
It's a coincidence that the bastard didn't come, but the eighth prince came.