Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Before the opening of the banquet, many guests came to ask the old lady's hello, and the old lady was very patient, responding one by one, without sacrificing the demeanor of the first family in the capital.

At the next table, Luo Changde just took a seat.

Mrs. Jiang expressed condolences: "When is Changde discharged from the hospital?"

Luo Changde lost a whole circle, his face was not bloody: "Last week."

Mrs. Jiang is kind-eyed: "Is my body okay?"

"It's okay." He lowered his eyes, his cheekbones were high, his forehead bulged, and a gloomy hostility was pressed between his brows.

Old lady Jiang did not change her face, and asked: "The murderer who hit your head was caught?"

Asking knowingly!

Luo Changde said with a sullen face: "No."

The old lady Jiang expressed regret and persuaded him: "I'll take a little bit of the night after that." Taking a sip from the teacup, the old lady smiled, "Brother Zhier is here."

Luo Changde turned his head and clenched his fists tightly. This was not the murderer who hit his head. He coughed in three steps and walked ill.

When the beauty passed by, Mingyanghua only felt a smell floating in the air. He arched his nose and sniffed, and elbow the son-in-law next to him: "Did you smell it?"

The peanuts of the son's brother were stabbed off by him: "What?"

"Jiang Zhi smells good." He sniffed again, it was really smelling.

The son-in-law smiled at him, shamelessly dragging the tune, like a scumbag, teasing someone: "Xiaohua, you are so sassy."

Mingyanghua: "..."

Show your sister!

He was about to die of anger, and his eyebrows were vertical: "It's Jiang Zhisao, okay! A big man made himself so fragrant, you're not motherly!"

He just finished complaining. Next to him, his biological sister slapped him on the head, like an old hen protecting a calf: "Human messenger, who do you mean?!"

The messenger Ming Yanghua: "..."

This title is simply a shame to him.

He gritted his teeth, angered like a grinning Erha: "Don't mention those four words to Lao Tzu!"

But someone was about to stomped in his minefield.

"Isn't this the messenger of Lord Heiwuchang?" Who else, Xue Baoyi, the sluggish wanderer, patted Ming Yanghua on the shoulder like a bully, "I haven't seen you for a while, today Why did you come out, Lord Heiwuchang didn't send you a task?"

Suddenly, the hall roared with laughter.

Mingyanghua really wanted to kill him.

Next to him, his biological sister also laughed loudly. She was born from the same root, and she still fell into trouble: "Little Erye, don't laugh at him. This kid has been locked up by my dad for half a month. It's hard to ask the Master to do the tricks every day. Only to drive away his impermanent lord." Ming Saiying tilted his head, "Yes, messenger of the world."

Human messenger: "..."

Yes, since the last time he was in Jiang's family, he was a human messenger. The old man in his family has asked people to do things at intervals, and even burned talisman soaking water for him to drink, saying that it was to remove evil, and even more exaggerated, Put the ghost-expelling talisman on him at every turn, and now he has two stickers on his back.

He didn't care about these vulgar guys anymore.

Xue Baoyi finished surfing at this table and left: "Brother Zhi, save me a seat." He went to Jiang Zhi to go to that table.

Mingyanghua smelled another gardenia scent, which was stronger than before, a little bit up, and poke the son next to him: "You smell it now, right?"

Brother son sniffed: "It really smells of gardenia."

Still a taste!

Ming Yanghua knew: "It's the smell of adultery." Who believes the two fleshy men with a fragrance and nothing indescribable.

He estimated that Jiang Zhi is not a good thing. How long has it been to disclose his girlfriend, and he has rekindled his old relationship with Xue Baoyi, thinking about—

"Nan Chu, here it is."

Qiao Nanchu also arrived, and Xue Baoyi called him over at the table inside.

Mingyanghua smelled the fragrance of gardenia for the third time, and was stunned: "God, here's another one. You smell it, it's a love triangle!"

Ming Saiying slapped the back of his head: "Shut up, the messenger of the world."

The messenger Ming Yanghua: "..."

Besides the "love triangle" over there, Jiang Zhi sits in the middle, with Qiao Nanchu on the left and Xue Baoyi on the right. Jiang Zhi is leaning on the back of the chair, Qiao Nanchu leaning on the right and Xue Baoyi on the left.

It seems that there is indeed a sense of sight of the emperor and the British serving a husband together.

Jiang Zhi turned his head to the left: "You wiped it." Turning his head to the right, "You wiped it too." Sniffing slightly, it was full of gardenia fragrance, a smell he couldn't be more familiar with.

Xue Baoyi on the right did not change her face: "I think that product is not bad."

Qiao Nanchu on the left: "Well, not bad."

Jiang Zhi held the kerchief and coughed lightly, his eyes dizzy a little, and he cursed weakly: "Two dogs, they laughed at me before."

Xue Gou asked Qiao Gou, "Do I have it?"

Qiao Gou took a sip of the wine glass in front of him: "This wine is good."

"Really?" Xue Gou held up the wine glass, "Cheers."

Qiao Gou touched his glass lazily: "Bang!"

Time goes back to two o'clock noon today.

Qiao Nanchu left the case information at home, and went back halfway. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the little girl busy in the kitchen. She was wearing an apron and couldn't hear the sound. She didn't know someone was coming. She was still concentrating on putting the big box. The side dishes inside are divided into small boxes.

Qiao Nanchu didn't rush in, but stood in the hallway watching.

Wen Baiyang finished the small dishes, and only found him when he looked up. He was surprised for a while: "Why are you back at this time?"

At this time, he should be in the Intelligence Section.

"Get something." Qiao Nanchu went into the house, first went to the sofa and took the paper bag, then went to the kitchen, looked at the lunch box on the table, "I don't have to make so many in the future, I can't finish it alone."

She learned her cooking skills from the nanny who took care of her before. In the past few years, she has always changed tricks to give him food. The cooking skills have become better and better, and she has even passed the test.

She smiled carelessly: "You can invite your friends to eat."

She turned around, trying to put the divided dishes into the refrigerator, but he pressed the refrigerator door.

"Wen Baiyang."

She looked up at him.

His handsome and romantic eyes were dark and he was looking at her. He asked, "What do you take me for?" He is a lot taller, so he can only bend down to look at her, "Brother? Or an elder?"

She was at a loss for a moment and replied, "You are my savior."

The benefactor used it all.

Qiao Nanchu retracted his hand on the refrigerator, leaned back, and leaned against the half-person high cabinet in the kitchen, his eyes seemed to be careless, but the dark color was contradictory: Yes." He stretched out his legs lazily, holding his hands to see the little girl's silly expression, smiling, "Do you want it?"

She was still thinking about the meaning of his words. He had already leaned forward and leaned forward: "Don't treat me as a lifesaver in the future. I am not your brother either."

He reached out and held her chin: "I am unmarried, single, and an adult male."