The host is changing the painting style every day

Chapter 134 The Beauty of the Republic of China (18)
"Mother, I still have something to deal with. Let Tingfang take you back."

After leaving these words, Pei Mi left quickly, her anxious look was obvious to all.

Song Yinglai was forced to swallow the words she hadn't said yet.

Watching Pei Mi rushing out in a hurry, she bit her lip resentfully.

dark room
Yilan woke up leisurely, her head still hurting.

Where is he?
Yilan stood up suddenly and fell back on the chair.

The memory before coma slowly returned to his mind.

He remembers...

"you're awake?"

The door to the room was opened, and the dazzling eyes made Yi Lan feel in a daze.

A figure walked in slowly.

"Master Song."

Yilan blurted out in surprise.

When he was brought here just now, Yi Lan knew that it was probably Song Aicheng's people, but he did not expect that Song Aicheng would come in person.

Song Aicheng had a gloomy face, "Yilan, how did you do what I asked you to do?"

Yilan's heart trembled, "Young Master Song thinks too highly of me, it's only been a few days, how can I gain the trust of Young Marshal Jiang with such great skills."

"Really."

Song Aicheng's meaning is unclear.

"I heard that Young Marshal Jiang did not hesitate to get into the flames to rescue you." Song Aicheng smiled and said, "And let you live in his yard."

Song Aicheng snapped his chin, "Are you really moved?"

"He's a man just like you."

"Master Song."

Yilan broke free from Song Aicheng's hand in displeasure.

"Please, Young Master Song, don't insult us."

"Ah."

Song Aicheng sneered, "I didn't expect Jiang Chizhou to be a broken sleeve."

Yilan panicked in her heart, trying to maintain calm on her face.

"Alright."

It happened to be cheap for myself.

"Find a way to give this to Jiang Chizhou."

Song Aicheng put a small porcelain bottle on the table in front of Yilan.

"what is this!"

Yilan stared at the porcelain vase, with a bad premonition hanging over her head.

"You'll know when you let him use it."

Song Aicheng raised his eyebrows proudly.

"I..." Yilan hesitated and didn't pick it up.

Song Aicheng looked over coldly, "Have you forgotten the oath you made at the beginning?"

"I haven't forgotten."

Yilan didn't realize that her voice had started to tremble.

He didn't know why, but he felt like he didn't have the courage to take it.

"Then what are you hesitating about?"

Yilan took a deep breath and put the porcelain bottle away.

"You can rest assured that I will do this well."

"When I get things done for you, don't forget what I promised."

"nature."

Song Aicheng nodded in satisfaction.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on Yilan. The young man in front of him didn't wear as much makeup as in the past, and all the makeup had faded away.

A beautiful and handsome face, with a sense of immortality.

He said maliciously, "As expected of Yilan, this face is really pretty."

Yilan turned around coldly, "Is there anything else, Young Master Song?"

Song Aicheng smiled and said, "As long as you know what's going on, I'll leave first. If anything happens, just go find Erhu."

"I see."

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Pei Mi walked in expressionlessly.

"Master Song is very interested in my people?"

Song Aicheng raised his eyebrows, "What does Young Marshal Jiang mean by that? I just happened to pass by, and I happened to hear something going on inside, so I came in to have a look."

"That's a coincidence."

Pei Mi sneered, and kicked her directly.

(End of this chapter)