There are always so many sexes every day

When Mr. Mu saw that the pastry that was supposed to be four pieces turned into three pieces, the expression on his face was very subtle.

"This..." Mr. Fang, who delivered the things, was also at a loss.

"Go and ask, who went to the backyard today?"

Not long after Mr. Mu gave these instructions, the news came.

"Master, Mr. Ming Huan in the hall has been to the kitchen today."

Mr. Mu picked up a small piece of cake and put it in his mouth, took another sip of tea, and then said slowly: "Go to his room and see if he is still alive."

When Mr. Fang took the order, Song Huanhuan was already paralyzed on the bed with a half-dead look, and Qingzhu was standing beside the bed, weeping dryly.

"Green...bamboo..."

"Yes, son, woo woo woo..."

Song Huanhuan gritted his teeth, ditched his teeth, Zheng Badi, and Youyi went, you have to think about me carefully, don't forget me..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo the doctor, the doctor will be here soon..." Qing Zhu felt so regretful that he would not have left him here alone.

Mr. Fang, who opened the door and came in, saw the harmonious scene of master and servant, and his usually expressionless face was also colored with emotion.

Song Huanhuan doesn't recognize Mr. Fang, but it doesn't mean Qingzhu doesn't recognize him.

As soon as Qingzhu saw Mr. Fang coming in, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Fang, please save the young master."

Seeing that the person was still alive, Mr. Fang thought for a while that the master just asked him to see if the person was still alive, and did not say how to deal with it, and he couldn't figure out what the master meant. How to deal with this person...is open to discussion.

Mr. Fang didn't speak, Song Huanhuan didn't have the strength to speak any more, Qingzhu wept and wondered why the doctor hadn't come yet.

The room was quiet for a long time, and Mr. Fang suddenly walked towards Song Huanhuan.

Song Huanhuan, who still had a sliver of sanity, was actually a little embarrassed. As soon as he heard Mr. Fang's name, he remembered the curator's exclusive pastry that he had stolen.

Wouldn't this be something that was discovered to teach him a lesson?Facts proved that Song Huanhuan really thought too much. Mr. Fang didn't teach him a lesson, but grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"Ah..." Song Huanhuan rolled her eyes, suffocating to death!

Qing Zhu stopped crying, what is going on?

Mr. Fang said: "Mr. Mu has something to do with Mr. Ming Huan." Then he left before Qingzhu had time to respond.

Qing Zhu opened his mouth, even if the curator's father is looking for someone, he shouldn't be carrying it like this, right?

Song Huanhuan had a premonition that a catastrophe was imminent for her.

Song Huanhuan, who was in a catastrophe, was directly thrown to the ground. Song Huanhuan, who had never suffered such a crime, couldn't bear it, especially now that he was not feeling well.

Lying on the ground like a turtle and raising her head, Song Huanhuan looked at the handsome man who was drinking tea leisurely with a bitter face.

"You go out."

Mr. Mu said this to Mr. Fang who was standing beside him putting up the pillars. After speaking, he looked at Song Huanhuan and said slowly, "Ming Huan, do you know your mistake?"

Song Huanhuan looked sad: "I know I made a mistake, curator father, I shouldn't steal your food."

"It's good to know you're wrong, and I'll forgive you this time."

Song Huanhuan was surprised, so easy?

"You won't live long anyway."

Not long to live, not long to live...

"Are you kidding me?" Song Huanhuan's mouth froze.

"What do you think?" Mr. Mu asked back.

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Song Huanhuan crawled over, tears streaming down his face: "Curator's father, you can't kill me just because I stole a piece of your pastry, you just said you would forgive me..."

Mr. Mu said softly to Song Huanhuan's dog's head: "I won't kill you, but you will die if you eat my food."

What does this sentence mean?Song Huanhuan mobilized his head that was already a little bit unable to turn around to think, and then realized: "The pastry is poisonous?" If this is true, it can explain why he became like this after eating the pastry.

Mr. Mu flatly praised: "Ming Huan is really getting smarter."

Song Huanhuan was overjoyed at first, and then spurned himself. Now is not the time to be happy, saving his life is the kingly way!

"Curator, father, help me! I've tested the poison for you..." Song Huanhuan began to act shamelessly and begged for a cure.

Mr. Mu smiled and said, "Who said I would be poisoned?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, then Mosquito Repellent Eyes, his limited brain couldn't react...

As if he had already determined that Song Huanhuan would definitely die, Mr. Mu explained patiently: "For ordinary people, eating that thing will not escape death, but it is something I can save my life. Tell me, I How could it be poisoned?"

Song Huanhuan felt as if she knew something extraordinary... But forget it, these are not important now, the important thing is to save her life! ! !

In order to survive, Song Huanhuan began to harass Mr. Mu with all means. He looked away, since he couldn't escape to death anyway, why didn't he struggle?

Mr. Mu didn't care about him, but occasionally glanced at Song Huanhuan with the look of watching his own children messing around, and then drank tea by himself.

Song Huanhuan didn't have much energy in the first place, so she calmed down after making a fuss for a while.

The room was quiet, Song Huanhuan could only hear the sound of his breathing getting heavier and heavier, as if he was really the only one here.

"Forget it... If you want to die, die... It's not like you haven't died before..." Song Huanhuan muttered in a low voice. He originally took someone else's body. If he dies this time, maybe he can wear it back~

Song Huanhuan, who was thinking about it, suddenly became sober in his mind, and noticed something he hadn't noticed just now...

Almost no breathing sound, relying on poison to save their lives, no matter how you look at them, they are the kind of peerless masters mentioned in martial arts novels~

Seeing that Song Huanhuan, who had gossip about him, regained his energy, stretched out his claws to scratch the corner of Mr. Mu's clothes, and said with sparkling eyes, "Papa curator, are you very good at martial arts?"

Mr. Mu paused with the hand holding the teacup, and his eyes changed instantly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Huanhuan guessed: "I think you are that kind of martial arts master, and you should be the protector of some cult, the hall master, or something..."

Song Huanhuan, who was gossiping about Zhenghuan, was suddenly grabbed by the neck, and was instantly speechless.

"You're not Ming Huan, who are you? Who sent you here?" Mr. Mu put away his laid-back look a long time ago, and said with a ruthless expression, "Where's Ming Huan?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Song Huanhuan struggled in Mr. Mu's hand, gasping for breath...

Mr. Mu threw Song Huanhuan out, and the latter bumped into the pillar, curled up and coughed for a long time but couldn't get over it.

"Say."

Having reached this point, of course Song Huanhuan would not reveal her true identity, and could only insist: "I... I am Ming Huan cough cough... I cough cough...guessed everything before..."

"Hmph, aren't you telling the truth?"

Song Huanhuan shrank her neck: "That's what it says in the scriptures... I just guessed randomly..." I just didn't expect to be right in just one guess!

Mr. Mu still had a look of disbelief.

Song Huanhuan hurriedly said: "What I said is true! You see, I don't know any martial arts at all, and I haven't gone out to cough...and I'm about to die..."

Maybe it was Song Huanhuan's last words that moved him, anyway, the frightening evil spirit on Mr. Mu's body was finally taken back.

"Huh..." Song Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally safe. Although he was about to die, it was better to die easily than to be tortured to death.

Mr. Mu suddenly said, "I won't let you die."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback: "Why?"

Mr. Mu sneered: "What? You want to die that much?"

Song Huanhuan let out an "ah" before realizing what Mr. Mu said just now. Before he could be surprised, Mr. Mu said: "But..."

There was a bell ringing in Song Huanhuan's head——"But" why did you steal the spotlight again? !

"I won't let you live well either."

With a bitter face, Song Huanhuan knew that there was nothing good to say.

"Come on."

Mr. Fang opened the door and came in. Mr. Mu ordered: "Take him to detoxify."

Mr. Fang didn't ask anything, just walked away with Song Huanhuan's neck lifted.

Mr. Mu sat down at the table. Song Huanhuan was not good at all, but he wanted to see what kind of tricks such a little thing could do.

Mr. Fang detoxified him, and Song Huanhuan finally saved his own life, although he didn't know that it was his words that touched the heart of the curator who he thought was very gentle but was really cruel in his heart——words Sometimes too much is not good!

Qing Zhu looked at his son who was in a mess, and felt pain in his heart, "Sir, what's wrong with you? Did the curator's father make things difficult for you?"

Song Huanhuan shook his head, in fact, it's not his fault that the curator treats him like this, it's all because he asked Mu Juchang to make an appointment with him.

However, the days ahead won't be too easy...

Song Huanhuan was sad and angry. Is he the protagonist? !

"Green Bamboo..."

"Yes, son." Qingzhu got hot water to help Song Huanhuan take a bath.

"If something happens to me, son, don't forget to visit my grave."

"Bah, bah, sir, what are you talking about?" Qingzhu was not happy, and rarely boldly tugged at Song Huanhuan's hair, and the latter grinned in pain.

"Young Master will live a long life."

"I hope so... oh..." Song Huanhuan was very pessimistic.

Song Huanhuan, whose body hadn't fully recovered, lay in bed for a few more days before getting up because of the poisoning.

But this time, no one came to find fault, and the young master Qingyu who wanted to come to him was stopped by Qingzhu.

In fact, Song Huanhuan had thought of asking Qing Yu to redeem him to go out, but after this matter, the curator whose identity is very complicated at first glance would definitely not let him go.

So is he going to put down roots here?

Song Huanhuan sighed bitterly, "Oh..."

The author has something to say: I'm finally getting to the point, it's so slow...

System Tianyin——

Song Huanhuan triggers the main plot, a godsend small attack!

Song Huanhuan protested: Why not suffer?Bah, why not a cute girl?

90: You are destined to be beep-beep-beep...

Song Huanhuan: Convex

Can I comfort myself, because jj smoked, so there is no comment?

Looking at you with a bitter face...