Chapter 154: 153

153 "Being an official isn't easy either."

Fang Qingye answered with a smile: "Yeah, going fishing. County Head Miao, Secretary Li, you don't rest on weekends either?"

"Rest? What's that to rest for..... From now on, everyone in the command post, including me, won't get weekends off!" Miao Hongbin said.

"You've worked hard."

Seeing the county head and town leaders arrive, Wang Lei beside them hurriedly greeted them respectfully, then said to Fang Qingye: "Ye Zi, I'm off to work, let's chat when I'm free." Having said that, he hurried toward the one from earlier—

Slender, sharp nails scraped the floor, nail against floor grinding, producing a sound that raised goosebumps.

An'an nodded lightly, Li Yifan half-leaned against the corridor wall, his gaze faintly deep as he looked at An'an.

Fortunately, Jiang Manyin had gone inside to change clothes; otherwise he was afraid he might not be able to control himself a little.

His underwear—she had seen it before, but when she took it in her hands, her head still heated up out of nowhere, dazed and confused.

Nangong Ao looked deeply at Liang Muqing, then slowly turned, his tall, upright figure disappearing at the doorway.

Li Juan, on the other hand, declared that Wang Huan'er was indeed sick—her gauze hat dragged the ground long, so it was no wonder her maid lost her footing and stepped on it.

When they first met she only asked for a hug, and while serving him in the bath she didn't get handsy; so it turned out she was waiting for her here.

The Gu family thought of a way, and finally went to the psychiatry department to get a certificate for "manic patient," and sent Gu Yeming abroad for treatment.

But after watching for only a little while, Xu Zuoyan's face slowly darkened; seeing that big villain inside acting so arrogant and smug, Xu Zuoyan finally couldn't hold back and started cursing loudly.

"Here it comes." Ye Xuantian no longer hesitated and jumped straight down, not even letting Mo Mo support him.

"Hubby, how about I go find a job?!" Chai Jiayin's eyes lit up, she turned her head to look at me, hugged my arm and said.

Accompanied by the clear breeze, she spun and leaped like a carefree butterfly, dancing gracefully.

Wang's daddy also bought her lots of pretty clothes and shoes she'd never even dared to dream of before, and all kinds of delicious food.

Red Thread thought for a moment and said: "I need to go back and discuss this matter with my master and the others before deciding, but I still have to thank you all for telling me such important news; this way we can be prepared and not fall into their trap." Red Thread didn't want to tell them that Jia Shiren was her father's murderer, lest she alert the enemy.

Six great hands each grabbed at the void, the rolling baleful mists from all around swarmed in, transforming into six heavy weapons—axes, blades, halberds, swords—and hurled themselves fiercely at the descending Lei Guang.

Just now when Yang Xinyi was chatting with Old Madam Xia, Xia Zhi was eating her meal unhurriedly beside them, as if what the two were discussing had nothing to do with her.

Actually, besides her childish way of speaking, Yue'er wasn't unpleasant, and Yue'er's escape arts were superb—she might even be able to borrow a trick or two.

"……Master, if a student's talent and IQ are both as low as the dust, no matter how wildly awesome and cool the teacher is, it's still very hard to achieve anything." 9527 thought about how he'd been stuck with such a cheating, perverted master, and felt like crying and dying.

"If the Lady calls me, then naturally so." Lu Yan said to Madam Lou. Lu Yan's courtesy name was Ziran; like Lu Xi's, both their names were taken from the Dao De Jing.

Facing these small-fry disciples, Wang Long didn't need to bother with any tactics—directly meeting force with force, the Lei Yuan Mie Xuan Sword in his hand plunged straight into the great Wind-Earth Formation.

Her voice was very low, her tone soft, tinged with a certain panic, but anyone could tell. The way she asked was very firm.

Strangely, this time Tan Zili walked together with him; you have to know that although the direction of their homes was roughly the same, generally when there was a gathering, the two of them would leave one before the other.

I was so confused I went blank—damn, wouldn't I become a poor kid with no home to go to?

Now, I could only leave it to fate. I pulled Leng Ying along, found a spot not directly 'shot' by the sun, lay down, and just quietly waited.