Beautiful Farming Wife

"Enough, don't say anything more, Luo Manman, why are you again? I think you can still cause trouble?

Do you know how many people you have as an architect?

Don't mess with me, you won't know how to get in this position? Don't blame me for not showing affection. "^ 追 ^ 书 ^ 帮 ^ 首 ~ 发" "

The housekeeper had long seen Luo Manman's dissatisfaction, but now he has a beard and a stare, and he never forgets to sue. "I'm sorry for the steward. This is because of me. It's my fault. I'll take care of it." Luo Manman bowed her head and confessed her mistakes, like a child who corrects her mistakes.

When the housekeeper snorted, he walked away with a proud head.

"Brother Wang, are you okay, I will take you to the medicine." Luo Manman did not go to see Tang Er, she really did not like to pass any criticism to others, so she chose to ignore it.

Holding on to the questions these days, I was looking for an excuse to talk with Wang Daogu, and saw him snorted and followed a soft goose path behind her.

Everyone has a pharmacy with some daily necessities.

Luo Manman walked into the room familiarly and rummaged through several drawers, found some rubbing medicine and handed him:

"Brother Wang, hurry up and take the medicine, otherwise it will swell the next day."

"Oh, you're kind, but you're too cruel to your own Xianggong." Wang Daogu borrowed the medicine and said while rubbing his teeth.

"I have nothing to do with the Xiao family." Luo Manman could not explain.

"If you are a woman with no conscience, if Xiao Yiming saved you, where would you be suffering?

Now Xiao Yiming broke his leg and couldn't move when he was lying at home. You don't go and see. Is your conscience good? "

Wang Daugu looked at her innocent face and couldn't help the roar.

"What, Yiming broke his leg, how could he be so careless." The panic in her eyes flashed.

Wang Daugu didn't pay attention. He cleaned his wounds and said, "He's your husband. You should go back and take care of him. You, a woman, make a public appearance. What is it about being with a group of workers?"

Luo Manman's face was a little black. She was trying to make a living, and she said she seemed very uncomfortable. Since she left Xiao's house, she broke her points.

She is not a messer, and the silver ticket to the Xiao family is enough for him to build a house and marry a daughter-in-law.

"Brother Wang, thank you for your interest in Xiao Yiming. You have a good relationship. I have to say something.

First, Xiao Yiming saved me, and I knew Entu had given him a silver ticket.

Second, Xiao Yiming and I do not have a round house, and there is no real marital relationship.

Thirdly, you don't have to make a promise of gratitude, and you must know Xiao Auntie's attitude towards me. I don't want to make it difficult for Egong ... "

After hearing this, Wang Daugu was shocked and guilty. It turns out that the truth of the matter is this, but he just accused her just now:

"You ... you haven't got round with him yet? Hey ... I know Xiao Aunt's temper too.

Her heart is not bad, but she needs time to ease this matter. I can see that Yiming likes you very much, don't you really consider going back? "

His rough voice was softer, and he regretted being too impulsive, and blamed others without knowing it, but he cares but messes.

It stands to reason that Luo Manman has done everything.

Everyone has a hard-to-read scripture ... In the hall of Mofu, there is a winding veranda, which is the hall of Mofu. The hall has been renovated and looks new and spacious.

Several precious vases are staggered and placed in a prominent position, and the seats are made of top-quality pear wood.

There was a girl standing respectfully in the corner, a pair of people who listened to her at any time. At this time, Mo Qing was sitting high on the main seat in a sky-blue robe, and her slender hand held a cup of tea and sipped.

Looking at the butler standing on the side and complaining endlessly, his face was casual: "What? You mean that Master Luo is a sorrowful and embarrassing man." The steward is most likely to observe and watch Mo Qing's face change, and immediately added: "The old slave knew that Master Luo fancyed Master Luo, but Master Luo had been mixing with the workers all day long, and it came out that he had a bad reputation for Mofu.

No, there are two workers fighting for her today. "

When the steward said the last sentence, he saw Mo Qing's eyes glance over, and his subconscious neck shrank, and he whispered a lot.

"There must be some reason for the quarrel. You haven't figured out what's wrong. If there is a misunderstanding, you have misunderstood Master Luo, can we lose a talent in Mofu?"

Mo Qing slowly laid down the teacup in his hand and raised an eyebrow at the housekeeper: "Go and find out this thing clearly. Mofu will not wrong the talents or protect the wrongdoers."

"Yes, the old slave went down to find out." The steward was a little excited when he heard this.

It would be better to detect Luo Manman's wrongdoing, seize the opportunity to drive her out, tell her to do bad things for him, and make him lose a fortune. The housekeeper was very efficient in handling things, and soon straightened things out. After talking about the ins and outs of the workers, Mo Qing's face was full of curiosity.

Unexpectedly, Luo Manman's Xianggong is really an infatuation seed. He admired it tightly. This house has not been completely rebuilt and it is not comfortable to stay.

"You go to Nanshan Village to find out why Master Luo left the house. This masterpiece is up to him."

"Master, this is a couple's business, so we outsiders shouldn't get involved." The steward's forehead dropped a black line, but how leisure his master was.

"If you want to check it, go there. There is so much nonsense. Master Luo helped Mofu so much. Can he be considered an outsider?

Besides, I am idle anyway, how do I do good deeds? What are you doing here? Don't check it out yet? "

"Yes, master, the old slave will arrange it." The steward naturally sent someone to Nanshan Village for a visit, and he checked out the details of the situation on the same day.

It seems that Xie Ling has to be a bell person, Yan Yan, Bai Hua Lou, which is a bit interesting. He hasn't been to the Qinglou when he is so big?

Mo Qing's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, smiling like a sly fox.

In Shilong Town, the lanterns first came on, and night fell.

Several large red lanterns hung by the eaves of Baihualou, the lights were bright and bright like daylight.

Mo Qinggang poked out his head from the carriage, and several lacquered large characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing in Baihualou came into his eyes, and the fan patted his palm.

The corner of his mouth was interesting: "It looks good. I don't know why men love to go here. He came to solve the mystery."

The night was full of blurred beauty, and a few flowery girls stood at the door, waving handkerchiefs, and soliciting guests on the road.

As soon as Mo Qing stepped in, he heard the mixed laughter of Oolong coming from inside.

Mo Qing listened and shook the goosebumps on his body.

Mo Qing wore a fan in a blue robe and walked swaying with a fan, and Jun Meishuang's face raised a deep and unpredictable smile.

The steward's lips followed. "That, Master, don't you really want to go in."

"Why don't you go in? If you don't enter the tiger's hole, you won't get a tiger. If you don't understand the situation, how can you help Master Luo?"

The steward twitched his lips again, startled by the master's move.

Look at the confession made by the master, is this a tiger's hole? This is the gentle hometown that many men will indulge in.

If he doesn't care about the young master, if he is infatuated, then he should be guilty of death.

"Why are you still standing stupid? If you don't want to go in, just wait at the door."

In the housekeeper's contemplation, he saw Mo Qing waving the fan smartly, and walked elegantly to the building.

"Master, wait for the old slave." The steward quickly hurriedly followed Mo Qing's pace, for fear of being lost.

Most of the guests who come to Baihualou are middle-aged men with fat stomachs, and handsome teenagers like Mo Qing are rare.

Coupled with his luxurious clothes and extraordinary temperament, a girl naturally rushed to greet him: "Oh, this boy is so handsome, is he coming for the first time?"

Another girl shouted with a wink: "Yan Yan has a noble guest, come and say hello." When Mo Qing came in, there was a scene like this. Hua Kui on the stage wore a goose yellow clothes and danced like a fairy in the world. , With a smile and a fascination.

The slender waist was dancing with the music, like a peony flower in full bloom, everyone looked stunned, intoxicated, and the crowd under the crowd was abnormal.

Mo Qing is still pretty good, but after a few flashes, she was pinched with a rouge gouache in front of her: