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Chapter 127 The Beauty of the Republic of China (11)
Song Aicheng has always boasted that he is different from others, how could he stand such words.

"Jiang Chizhou!"

Song Aicheng restrained his anger, "You."

Pei Mi raised her eyes, "Young Master Song, you have to think clearly before you say this."

Song Aicheng returned to his senses in an instant, and gave Pei Mi a gloomy look.

Let her go wild first, anyway, she won't be proud for long.

Song Aicheng gave Zhu Huayuan a strange look, with a deep coldness in his eyes.

Ah.

Pei Mi watched his leaving back, tapped her fingers on the table, she waited for Song Aicheng's next move.

Song Aicheng's concentration is still not enough.

She could stir him up like that today with just a few words.

However, it doesn't prevent the other party from doing it on purpose, the purpose is to let oneself take it lightly and not take him seriously.

However, Song Aicheng doesn't seem to know that he actually knows his ambition.

Or is it worthy of such a good actor?
After all, the hero is always extraordinary, and with the halo in hand, he is invincible in the world.

Forget it, no matter what, just give him a beating first.

Pei Mi was silent for a while, and found an excuse to slip away.

Follow closely the pace of Song Aicheng.

really.

After Song Aicheng left angrily, he did not go back immediately or vent his anger.

Instead, I went to the jewelry store that the ladies and ladies like.

He didn't go in either, he just waited outside.

Pei Mi also waited outside with him.

After a while, I saw Song Aicheng stopping Song Yinglai, and the two said a few words.

Song Yinglai left with a particularly ugly face.

Pei Mi rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

I am eager to make a fist, I don't know if I plan to plot against myself, I am a little excited.

Then, the broken was very upset, and after a sack of a sack, he hummed Xiaoqu to leave after a meal.

When Pei Mi returned to Zhuhuayuan, Yilan and Tingfang had been waiting for her for half an hour.

The cup of tea is almost gone.

"Young commander."

Tingfang immediately stood behind Pei Mi.

"Has everything been dealt with?"

"Yes, young commander."

"Then let's go." Pei Mi said this to Yilan.

Yi Lan hummed.

Pei Mi probably glanced at the young man who had been following behind him with his head buried in his head, not daring to speak.

He looked away disinterestedly.

Yilan noticed her gaze and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, a hand grasped his fingertips.

"Young commander."

Yilan screamed in horror, not daring to draw the attention of others too loudly.

Pei Mi let go of her hand as if nothing had happened, "Your fingers are too cold, you won't be weak."

When he said the last three words, Pei Mi smiled half-heartedly, with a shift in his eyes.

Although Yilan hasn't experienced the cloud and rain in Wushan yet, she doesn't understand everything.

Naturally, he understood the hint in Pei Mi's mouth.

Averted his eyes in embarrassment, and said straightly, "Young commander, don't make such a joke."

Pei Mi smiled softly, "It's really not a joke."

"When you go back, ask the kitchen to cook some tonic soup for you every day."

For a big man, so imaginary, tsk tsk.

Pei Mi expressed doubts about his ability.

Yilan looked away, pretending that she didn't understand Pei Mi's eyes.

Otherwise, what else could he do? He couldn't go up and explain that he was actually true.

It was okay to talk like this when joking with friends, but facing an unfamiliar stranger, Yilan felt that she didn't have that much mental endurance.

Back at the Marshal's Mansion, Pei Mi did not ask Erhu to report and register with the housekeeper.

(End of this chapter)