Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

Of course He Youjun felt the concierge's contempt for him, and he was so angry that he stepped forward and wanted to beat him.

As soon as I waved my fist, I saw the porter shouting loudly: "Come here! Someone is coming to the Prime Minister's Mansion to cause trouble! Who can help me go to the Yamen to complain?"

"You brat! What are you yelling about?" The strange looks from the people around him made He Youjun immediately retract his hand.

He gritted his teeth and leaned forward: "Don't you know who I am?"

"It doesn't matter who you are! I only know that I am the concierge of the Prime Minister's Mansion. If I am bullied, the Prime Minister's face will be bullied!" The concierge shouted while pulling his neck.

He Youjun did not expect to encounter such a prickly head.

Thinking of the purpose of his visit, he had to lower his body.

Gritting his teeth, he asked again, and saluted with his hands raised: "He Youjun, please inform Chen Wanli, your concubine, that I am here to visit."

He thought he was sincere enough and had a good attitude, but he didn't expect that the other party wouldn't give him a good look at all.

The concierge drove him away like a beggar: "Go, go, I told you, our lady is not at home, are you deaf?"

He Youjun gritted his teeth.

How could Chen Wanli, a woman who stays at home all year round except going to temples to worship Buddha, not be at home?

Is this concierge trying to go against him?

"She's inside." He said to the concierge in a very sure tone.

"Not here!" The concierge rolled his eyes and looked away.

"She's here! I'm sure!" He Youjun gritted his teeth.

He was just a concierge, and he was going against him like this?

When Chen Wanli wanted to go home, he asked him to remove the concierge!

"So sure? Are you the concierge, or am I the concierge? Are you questioning my work quality? Let me tell you, I am serious about my duties here. Don't think of slandering me for not being serious about my work! If My job was taken away by the Prime Minister, I'm in a hurry with you!

Huh, don't think I know your home address. Tell you, I am smart, I know where it is! ""

Being a concierge is relatively free. He usually has nothing to do but gossip with a bunch of women.

He knew exactly where this uncle lived and how many people there were in his family.

Seeing the concierge's eyes that saw everything clearly, He Youjun couldn't help but tremble.

"Do you know where I live?" He looked at him suspiciously.

Did Wanli ask him to investigate? Or did Wanli tell him herself?

"Yes, I also know that you have a common room, two concubines, and three women, but none of them have given you a son or a half."

He Youjun frowned.

Chen Wanli knew that he had a mate, and told her the day he entered the house. But he has a concubine. Indeed, outsiders don't know much about what happened in the past six months.

Where did this guy come from?

He also knew that he still had no heirs. But maybe you heard about this very early?

"Let's go, let's not hang around here and hinder my duty." The concierge waved his hand carelessly, "The lady is not at home, there is no point in waiting for her. Come back quickly."

"Then I will write a letter and ask my brother to send it to Wanli." He Youjun could only bow his head.

They refused to let him in, and he looked like a bigot at first glance.

You can fight Wanli yourself, but you have no chance of winning against this big concierge.

He Youjun has always been a person who is very good at assessing situations.

Write a letter, give it to the concierge, and leave in style.

The porter pursed his lips and threw the letter into a basket of vegetables beside him.