There are always so many sexes every day

Something happened to Jinhuan.

On the second day after Song Huanhuan persuaded him not to be stubborn any longer, the overwhelmed young man boldly ran to confess and question him.

When Song Huanhuan was shaken by the green bamboo, everyone in the museum knew that the curator was furious, and now Jin Huan was going to be severely punished.

Song Huanhuan staggered and thought when rushing over dizzy, why did he come to him for this matter?He is just a bosom brother, not a life-saving brother!

When Song Huanhuan rushed to the curator's small courtyard, he could just say, "Keep people under the knife—"

The whole courtyard was silent.

Song Huanhuan laughed dryly, then squeezed away from the crowd, only to see Jin Huan kneeling in the yard, and Mr. Mu standing at the door with a livid face.

Song Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he arrived in time, otherwise the entire Nanhuan Pavilion would have suffered.

Looking at the people in the courtyard, Song Huanhuan knew that it was the curator who asked people to stay here for a very simple purpose - to kill chickens and monkeys, so as to scare others.

But Song Huanhuan couldn't let Jinhuan be killed, so he had to use his brain carefully on what to do.

"Curator, please calm down. So many people crowded here will disturb the Seventh Young Master. Otherwise, let them leave?" Song Huanhuan said cautiously.

Although Mr. Mu didn't speak, the aura around him was not so fierce. Song Huanhuan knew that he agreed.

Song Huanhuan, who was afraid of his repentance, hurriedly turned around and said, "It's all over, let's go, go back and rest and wait for work at night."

Huh huh huh, the people in the yard dispersed in an instant, leaving only Jin Huan kneeling in the yard.

Song Huanhuan rubbed his nose. To be honest, he still doesn't know exactly what happened. Without details, how could he think of a solution?

Just as Song Huanhuan was sweating profusely trying to find a way, there was some movement in the room. Mr. Mu opened the door and entered the room after leaving. He didn't even look at Jin Huan who was kneeling.

Seeing Mr. Mu enter the room, Jin Huan seemed to have lost all strength, and slumped on the ground, biting his fingers and weeping silently.

Song Huanhuan scratched his face, walked over and squatted in front of Jin Huan, and said, "You are too, I will cause trouble if I don't look at you, tell me, what's going on."

Jin Huan sniffed, and then began to talk about what happened in the morning.

The matter is very simple, Jin Huan, who couldn't think about it for a while, ran over this morning and confessed directly, and then he was rejected of course, and then asked bloody: Why don't you like me?How can I be worse than that Seventh Young Master?

There is no need to talk about the rest.

Song Huanhuan listened with her chin propped up, and did not yawn until Jin Huan closed her mouth as a gesture.

Tired of squatting, Song Huanhuan imitated Jin Huan and sat on the ground with his buttocks, and said with a face full of hatred for iron and steel: "Jin Huan, Jin Huan, what can you tell me? Did you forget what I said last night? ? Didn’t I tell you to stop thinking about it?”

Jin Huan said: "But not everything can be let go..."

"Yes, you can't let go of everything, but you have to forget about this!" Song Huanhuan said with a serious face, "Forget it, it's too late to say this now, and then we have to calm down the curator's father."

Seeing that Jin Huan still looked sad, Song Huanhuan said: "The seventh young master is the most important thing to the curator's father, and no one can replace him. Remember, you must never use the seventh young master as an issue in the future."

In the end, Song Huanhuan said cruelly, "Young Master Seventh has a noble status, people like us can't compare to him, Jin Huan, do you remember?"

Jin Huan nodded blankly.

Song Huanhuan sighed, and said, "Apologize to the curator's father later, and stay here honestly from now on, understand?"

Jin Huan continued to nod.

In the room, Murong Ang and the others naturally heard Song Huanhuan's words.

Murong Ang raised the corner of his mouth and said: "This Ming Huan, you are very knowledgeable and interesting..."

Mr. Mu frowned, this Ming Huan did not know any taboos.

Murong Ang said: "Just do what he wants and let that man go."

"Yes."

Murong Ang looked out the window, with such an interesting guy around, the days of recuperation shouldn't be too boring, right?

Song Huanhuan felt weird that the rest of the matter went smoothly, Jin Huan apologized, the curator accepted, and then... nothing more.

How did it end so easily?Song Huanhuan was completely confused.

Naturally, he didn't expect that all the incidents this time would be remembered on him, and he would directly live a hard life of repaying human favors. Of course, this is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.

Because of Jin Huan's fuss, Song Huanhuan's vacation was cancelled, and she was forced to continue serving the young master helplessly with a pooping face.

Murong Ang's spirit seemed to be better than the previous few days. When Song Huanhuan rushed over, he was leaning on the soft couch and reading a book.

"Seventh Young Master." Song Huanhuan looked at his nose, his nose, his mouth and his heart, acting like an honest servant.

Murong Ang hummed lightly, and said: "Come here and beat your legs."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and then Nei Niu walked over with his face full. It was impossible to make him kneel down, so he had to squat on the edge of the soft couch and start beating.

Song Huanhuan had never served anyone before, even his mother and father had never enjoyed this preferential treatment, but now he actually served a stranger, saying that it was impossible not to be indifferent in his heart, but if he was indifferent, he had to adapted.

Perhaps being easygoing is one of Song Huanhuan's rare strengths.

After beating for a while, Song Huanhuan's arms became sore, but the person being served didn't speak, so Song Huanhuan naturally didn't dare to stop.

Although Song Huanhuan is not a noisy person, but he is not a person who can endure such quietness. He rolled his eyes and began to find something to say: "Seventh Young Master, it is not a problem for you to stay in the room every day, otherwise, I Help you go for a walk in the yard?"

Murong Ang closed the book in his hand, supported his head with one hand, and said, "Is there anything to see outside?"

Looking at Murong Ang's appearance, Song Huanhuan pursed her mouth in her heart, this is temperament~ like him, even with a pretty face, he can't make such a temperament gesture~God is always unfair.

"Huh?" Seeing that Song Huanhuan just stared at him in a daze and didn't speak, Murong Ang looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Song Huanhuan recovered from embarrassment, rubbed her nose and said, "Ahem, the weather is not bad..."

Murong Ang didn't make things difficult for him, he got up and walked out first.

Song Huanhuan heaved a sigh of relief following behind him, thinking that this young master is really unpredictable.

Murong Ang was in a better mood when he left the house. Since he came here to recuperate his injuries, he has never been so relaxed. From this point of view, this Ming Huan is not useless, at least, he is quite competent as a servant.

If Song Huanhuan knew that his label in the young master's heart was that he was a competent servant, he would definitely drink a sip of wine and spray him to death—you are the only servant and your whole family is servant!

There was a peach tree in the yard, and it was blooming with pink and tender peach blossoms, Murong Ang sat down under the tree, Song Huanhuan naturally didn't get such good treatment, so he could only stand beside it.

After being silent for a while, Murong Ang suddenly said: "Have you ever met me?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head, and then her heart skipped a beat. At this time, the Seventh Young Master suddenly asked this question. Could it be that there was some... conspiracy?

"is it?"

Of course Song Huanhuan knew that this person didn't believe it, and he wouldn't believe it if it were him, so he could only say, "I once had a friend who looked exactly like you."

"Really?" Murong Ang had no expression on his face, but he thought in his heart that he would send someone to investigate later, and he must find this person with the same face as him.

"Of course, he's not as imposing as you." Song Huanhuan hastily added.

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows: "His name is Murong Ang?"

"Yes."

"Then do you know my name?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head.

"My name is Murong Ang too."

Song Huanhuan let out a dumbfounded cry, thinking about the lawsuit on his forehead, now he can meet him. Why was it a coincidence that this man almost killed him when he called out Murong Ang?

That is to say, everything can be connected——Song Huanhuan began to make regular brainstorming in his head—one is the weak cult leader, and the other is the curator who wants to escape from the cult. Now that the leader is chasing him, the curator doesn’t want to Known by others, but he accidentally exposed the identity of the leader, so he will be cannon fodder?

I have to say, to a certain extent, Song Huanhuan had the truth.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Ahem... What a coincidence..." Song Huanhuan was about to cry, "Master Seventh, I was wrong, I really haven't seen you before, I'm not a bad person..."

Murong Ang knocked on the table to interrupt Song Huanhuan, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, I'm a bad guy."

Song Huanhuan choked for a moment and was speechless.

"Tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Song Huanhuan said bitterly, "Seventh Young Master, I'm just a passer-by with a dozen soy sauces. Don't take it to heart. Just treat me as farting that day."

"Ok?"

"Bah, bah, bah, the kid is talking nonsense, just pretend you didn't hear it..." Song Huanhuan wanted to grab the ground with his head, and he would die if he said anything here~

Looking at Song Huanhuan's appearance, Murong Ang felt better, "You are interesting, come and cheer me up every day from now on."

Song Huanhuan bent forward in frustration, so he has now become a toy to relieve boredom from a servant?This is the degeneration of Hongguoguo!

At this time, Mr. Mu came back and saw the two of them in the yard, he frowned and said, "Seventh Young Master, how can you come out to have a wind? You should go in quickly."

Song Huanhuan squinted at the curator, and at the seventh young master who had been reprimanded, and obediently went to help them. Now the curator should be the master, and the job of the servant is to be obedient.

Murong Ang didn't mind at all, and nodded lightly: "You can come in too."

Mr. Mu answered yes, took Song Huanhuan's seat, turned his head and said, "Go to the kitchen and see if the medicine is ready?"

Song Huanhuan looked at his empty hand, so he just throws it away when he is used?

Ugh……

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