Zhao wrong deliberately doubt tone say
"Well …"
Flame son hesitated a way
"You should come to ask me how Daozong is?"
What she asked slowly was hoping for a negative answer.
"Something like that."
Zhao nodded his head wrongly and truthfully replied that it was because of this that he came here so quickly, otherwise he would get less tonight.
"annoying"
Mrs. Yan suddenly loosened his sleeve and complained in a low voice, simply speeding up the pace and walking towards the attic in front.
What did I say wrong?’
He stared as if suddenly angry. She just said she was coming to bully the pretty widow, but she didn’t get angry.
"I haven’t seen you for three months, but I still miss you."
I still know a lot about women’s hearts. Grandpa Zhao Xiaogong tentatively changed his mind. This sentence is not false. He has few friends in this world, and he still means it.
"Yan Er thinks it’s bluer when you are not in Beijing."
She suddenly became excited and told Zhao that the wrong password was correct.
"I’ll go back if you talk like that."
There is something funny in my heart. Zhao Cuo said in a deliberately unhappy tone that at the same time he was about to turn away. His teasing of children was almost made without thinking.
"I’m kidding …"
Mrs. Yan quickly turned around and grabbed his hand.
"no"
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"I’m angry now, so I’ll see you later."
"Yaner didn’t double major with you for three months. Do you want to make people wait another day?"
Her tone suddenly became wronged Baba consciously pulled his hand behind him and said, it’s quite stuffy.
"Why are you so arrogant? Can’t you just say something casually? This kind of thing can make you vent at most! "
Zhao wrong "…"
He really didn’t want to force Mrs. Yan to bully her there. Is she too active now? Maybe this kind of thing can also be fun?
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"I won’t hit you."
Zhao smiled and took her hand back from her body, trying not to let herself feel the tenderness and delicacy of her hand. The touch of a woman is softer than that of an empress.
"You have a little conscience."
Flame’s charming face suddenly revealed a trace of complacency.
"People have helped you a lot, but you are still angry. You should be grateful to me now."
"After listening to your words, you have kept Daozong in good order?"
Master Zhao Xiaogong doesn’t move.
"Yan Er will show you a baby."
She cheerfully pulled the teenager to continue walking towards the attic.
"Why is it still sold?"
Zhao Cuo followed her into the female boudoir, and the nose was full of rich flowers, which made people feel like they were in the countryside.
"Yan Er has done a lot of things that can make money with Daozong."
Mrs. Yan half squinted at the beautiful purple eyes, which seemed a bit silly.
"Do you arrange for monks who don’t eat fireworks to do odd jobs in your Chengshi firm?"
He smiled at Yan Er’s avarice. This fool is already a wealthy man, but he is still very keen on money.
"Isn’t that a wave of my ancestors?"
She shook her head cheerfully.
"So how do you make them profitable?"
Zhao Cuo felt a little relieved inexplicably. In his memory, Daozong’s younger brother was a tall master. Except for a few disciples who would go to the imperial court to supervise their duties, most of them were beneficial to society.
It is this kind of power that occupies more than 200 thousand mu of land. In front of landlords, their greatest contribution is that each generation can raise immortals to protect the Terran.
In this generation, it’s even more outrageous. The Taoists directly colluded with foreign people to stab the king and kill him. You can’t blame the empress for taking their knives.
"You’ll see."
Flame son took him away, bypassed the promenade and came to the boudoir outside a small house. They pushed the door and walked in together.
"What are you going to show me?"
Zhao’s wrong eye room turned a circle, and there was a round table in it.