Chapter 213: Walking in the night in embroidered clothes

Time returns to two hours ago.

Shenzhou Zundi, Building B, 1101.

Wu Yue's home was decorated slightly worse than 1501. It was a bit messy for him and his cousin to live in, but it hadn't reached the point of breaking Zhai Da's tolerance.

In front of the wardrobe, Zhai Da put on his trench coat and looked in the mirror: "Why does it feel a bit tight? Aren't we the same height?"

Wu Yue used to be taller than him, but now they were on par.

Wu, wearing long johns...

Sheng Wanyou didn't know what was wrong, feeling like she had lost her soul. As soon as she entered the house, she locked herself in the bedroom.

Da Zhuang belonged to the type of person who couldn't let out a fart after three kicks, a silent gourd, with surprisingly good patience. Under the circumstance of getting a response only after four or five sentences from Wuming, he finally figured out the general situation of Danlu.

Qin Tian supported Su Jingche and took Ouyang Wei toward the Mercedes, stuffing both of them into the back seat of the Mercedes.

Speaking of which, this matter really wasn't that simple. If it were that simple, it wouldn't be called a matter.

The maid heard Fusu's words and didn't dare to say anything, only able to watch Fusu do it, but the more she watched, the more outrageous she felt. How could saving someone be done like this?

"The land in the West City is the Commander's ancestral property. If this is sold, what will the Commander do?" Ke Zhen raised a question.

At this moment, when I stared at Liu Jing from bottom to top, I experienced a different feeling.

Ye Qing thought: Hmm... Zhou Shaoguang liked her a bit, she knew that. It's just that in such a public place, calling her name so intimately, isn't it good?

"Alright! Then I won't ask anymore, you guys have a good rest." Fusu didn't say anything either. It was indeed a bit inappropriate. Besides, they needed a good rest now, so it was better not to say too much.

After the emotion, the hearts of Si Mu and the others were full of envy. Lin Jiu and the others didn't realize that under Lin Shi'an's pressure, their strength was constantly improving, but Si Mu and the others watching from the side could clearly see that Lin Jiu and the others were constantly making progress.

The cultivation difference between the two was too great. Even though Xiao Yi had a divine weapon in hand, he still couldn't cut through Luo Beichuan's defense line.

By then, if Hu Jie had an accident, to put it bluntly, he would die on the way to the expedition. Regardless of whether the Hu clan would hold a grudge, the Yuan State would owe the Hu clan a bit too much.

It's a very simple truth: the salary and welfare standards of charitable organizations are very poor. Taking Shanghai as an example, most charitable organizations only pay wages, and it's only a few thousand yuan a month. What can that do? There's almost nothing left after food and housing.

Although she knew that this Lady Lu was flattering her, who doesn't like to hear nice words? What's more, she also felt that her children were indeed outstanding.

When dealing with Guo Zhanyun, Xiao Yi's identity was exposed, and Su Baijing's attempt was also clear. There was really nothing to hide.

While sobbing sadly, the ink-green tears in the corners of his eyes suddenly rolled back into his eyes strangely, and his two eyes instantly turned into eerie vertical pupils.

"Why don't you dodge?" Ming Ruyu's voice carried a trace of curiosity... The hand gripping the sword trembled slightly.

Feng Shi ignored it, just crying and shouting things like "can't let people live" and "rotten-hearted thing."

"Why do you say I'm avoiding it?" Hua Xuanji raised her head slightly, her black and white eyes wrapping around Bai Yan's figure heavily.

Song Jifang lacked momentum in previous years, but after becoming the patriarch, he had cultivated his momentum well. He liked to say a few words to the younger generation, and he liked this child, Song Yao's husband, quite a bit.

The leader of the army wanted to say something after hearing this, but didn't know where to start. Finally, he could only let out a heavy sigh.

He couldn't let go of his thoughts, so he had to choose to put down his chopsticks, look up, and look at Guo Ke with a somewhat pale face, his eyes seeming to carry a glimmer of hope, wanting to get the answer he hoped for.