Late at night, Tiezhu lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
How could such a deep, affectionate and unfathomable look turn into a cold gaze?
Zhao Xun is young, his eyesight is poor, and his perception is slow.
But then again, is it because the master didn’t teach him clearly?
That's definitely not possible. His master is his only ray of hope on the road to becoming single, and the direction forward. He will never make a mistake.
If you want to blame someone, blame Brother Su for not conveying the message clearly and misleading the students.
Tiezhu successfully passed the buck, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep without any psychological burden.
On the other side, Su Shien felt a little suffocated in his sleep, as if a heavy iron pot was placed on his back.
After rolling back and forth a few times, he failed to try to pass the blame and still suffocated.
She struggled to open her eyelids, looked down, and clasped her two claws tightly on his chest.
Looking down again, sure enough, the legs were also wrapped around him.
Su Shien has become completely immune to Han Zeyu's strange sleeping position and calmly enters self-rescue mode.
Han Zeyu was disturbed from his sweet dream and threw a punch in displeasure. Su Shien easily dodged the attack in the dark environment.
"What did you dream about? Your hands and feet are not behaving properly."
Han Zeyu answered dazedly, "I dreamed about Chen'er."
Su Shien locked his throat with a precise move, and he couldn't live like that anymore. He knew that the male vixen was good at seducing people.
When he finds an opportunity, he will sell the fox spirit's information and location to Marquis Wu'an, so that "Chen'er" will never have peace for the rest of his life.
In addition to the feeling of suffocation, Han Zeyu also felt a dark aura growing wildly.
With a backhanded grab, he threw Su Shien onto the bed and asked viciously, "Tell me! Are you trying to murder your husband? Did you secretly buy insurance without my knowledge?"
Su Shien didn't understand what he heard. It was obvious that the man was in a daze.
"You're thinking about this weird guy day and night, and you're licking his face and blaming him? Get off me and stop riding on me."
Han Zeyu is a man of strong character and integrity, so how could he allow others to interfere?
If you don’t want to ride it, then don’t ride it. Who do you think cares?
Han Zeyu immediately changed his position and lay in Su Shien's arms.
"Get out of here, get out of here!"
"No, no, you petty jealous bastard, I'm only thinking about outsiders for your own good."
"I believed your lies. You kept making up stories and making them sound perfect."
Han Zeyu muttered a few words in a low voice. Su Shien thought for a moment, weighed the pros and cons, and then hugged him and went back to sleep.
I didn’t expect that the wood-related ability has such a wonderful use. The original plan has been shelved for the time being, and let Marquis Wu’an suffer!
Only Zhao Xun slept soundly that night, while the other three all woke up late.
He Mengying was preparing lunch with her mother. When she saw Tiezhu coming in looking for food, she shook her head helplessly.
There are more than twenty fist-sized buns, which are enough for them to fill their stomachs.
Su Shien took four buns and a bowl of porridge, which was his two-in-one brunch.
Han Zeyu wasn't very hungry, so eight buns and two bowls of porridge were enough.
Tiezhu held a steamer in one hand and a basin in the other, eating with great pleasure.
After finishing his meal in a flash, Tiezhu wiped his mouth. Before he could ask for help, Han Zeyu glared at him.
"Rude! You're getting married soon, change your bad habits."
Tiezhu chuckled foolishly and took out a plain white handkerchief of irregular shape, which was obviously a scrap from a weaving and dyeing workshop.
Han Zeyu was very disappointed: "Our family is very wealthy, and you are an official now. Why are you picking up scraps? Go ask Zhao Xun for them and ask him to give them to you."
Tiezhu thought about it and realized that this made sense. Engaged couples would give each other small gifts.
He often sent flowers to Zhao Xun. Although Zhao Xun preferred to have money to spend, he couldn't bear to refuse Tiezhu's kindness, so he accepted it anyway.
The return gift given by Zhao Xun was a defective insole produced by the weaving and dyeing workshop.
Because the apprentice cut the wrong size, ten pairs of insoles were made too big, and they were all given to Tiezhu.
After receiving the latest instructions, Tiezhu was determined to succeed. He took Lao Huang with him and went to ask for the token from his unfaithful husband.
As soon as Tiezhu left, Han Zeyu immediately stood up, flashed past Xiaohei, and disappeared at the door in an instant.
Xiao Hei looked at it eagerly and couldn't help but neighing. The pretty boy had forgotten about it again.
In comparison, Su Shien was much calmer, and his son Yu Ge'er also tried his best to save face.
As an expert on love and marriage, Han Zeyu resolutely defends his own personality, and his actual action is to find Jiang Mingyue to gather information.
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. He must arrange the marriage between Tiezhu and Zhao Xun.
Jiang Mingyue is addicted to painting and can't extricate himself. It's good to be rich, so you can use mineral pigments as you like!
If he had known this, he would have bought an extra incense stick yesterday and lit one at the Temple of the God of Wealth. He was short-sighted.
Boss Han came to inspect the work with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth with an air of righteousness.
Standing silently behind Jiang Mingyue, forgive him for being a sports student who cannot appreciate fine art.
"Xiao Jiang! Are you busy?"
Jiang Mingyue had just put down his paintbrush when he heard a faint sigh behind him. He was so scared that he almost fell on the canvas.
"Boss Han, may I ask what can I do for you?"
Woo woo woo... When you are under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head. In order to make a living, Jiang Mingyue can only endure humiliation and bow to the greedy Han.
Han Zeyu smiled and said, "It's okay. I just want to check the progress of the drawing."
Jiang Mingyue looked embarrassed: "Ah, this, that, the progress of the draft, maybe, it seems, probably..."
Jiang Mingyue looked around and talked about other things, and it was obvious that she had not started writing yet.
Han Zeyu expressed his understanding. Artists like them are free and easy, yearning for poetry and distant places, and few of them care about the immediate reality.
Boss Han generously reassured his employees: "I'm not in a hurry. You can take your time. Just give it to me by the end of this month."
Jiang Mingyue calculated with his fingers. If he remembered correctly, this month would be over in six or seven days. Isn't someone in a hurry?
"I heard you went to worship the God of Wealth? Are you dissatisfied with the low commission I gave you?"
"No, no, you misunderstood. I went to worship Yue Lao, and Zhao Xun went to worship the God of Wealth."
"Oh? So you went there with Zhao Xun."
Jiang Mingyue nodded hurriedly.
"Do you think Mr. Qingbai's new masterpiece will be a big hit?"
"Should, should be able to, no! Definitely can!"
It's not that he is just changing with the wind, but Han Zeyu seems to really admire Lord Qingbai.
"Is Changning Temple effective?"
“It works pretty well.”
"What inspiration do you have for your new drawing?"
"I've got an idea. I'll start writing tonight."
"Didn't Zhao Xun go to worship Yue Lao?"
Jiang Mingyue was completely confused. What kind of questions were these? Why were they hitting on all sorts of issues?
This was just the beginning. What followed was a flood of questions, asked in a cross-cutting and repetitive manner, until Jiang Mingyue was exhausted.
Han Zeyu got the answer he wanted, so he just patted his butt and left. It was quite pitiful that he let the virgin go for the time being.
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