The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 1207 Butterfly Boy 21 (4000)

"Master? Are you there?"

"I'm here!"

There was an immediate response from the void.

Lan Shuying blinked in surprise: "Oh, I feel like someone is looking at me...it's really you."

She can also feel it when being looked at greedily.

That kind of observation is relatively quiet, a one-way relationship.Maybe Greed was sitting in front of the TV, mouthful of popcorn, pointing at her and laughing, but she didn't know.

The feeling just now was too obvious, as if there was a fanboy hanging behind you, its eyes were too big, it just stared at you straight and full of expectation, and hoped that you would look back at him... I want to pretend Sorry for not knowing.

The attitude of the Master of Illusion this time was exceptionally friendly, even humble, "Well, ahem... you, do you have anything you need to know?"

The honorifics are out...

And what's the matter with the tone of the customer service?

Lan Shuying suppressed the corners of her lips that were furiously bent: "I want to ask... is Lord Greed still alive?"

"No, not here, my lord said he was sleepy, so I won't watch it!"

Lan Shuying's heart skipped a beat for an instant.

Greedy doesn't care about things in the Crystal Illusion anymore?

Attraction failed?

wrong……

Greed must have confessed something, that's why the attitude of the master of illusion suddenly became so good.

She tentatively asked: "Master, can I know the details of the current score?"

"Of course you can~"

The master of illusion replied in that sweet tone.

"Actually, don't worry too much. Those two idiots are still struggling in the low-level difficulty script. The score is very low, half of your score. But the progress is a little faster over there, and Madame Butterfly is dead!"

"Is that so..."

Lan Shuying was relieved when she heard that the score was poor.

She subconsciously glanced at the stairs.

The laundress went up to deliver the clothes, and the two of them have not come out until now.

"By the way, my mission hasn't changed, has it? Or should I wait for Madame Butterfly to die before seeking revenge from the murderer?"

The Master of Illusion hesitated for a moment: "...It's fine if you don't do it, just use it freely." It's okay for it to say that, it's easy to understand, right?Anyway, it was according to the owner's intention, eh!

Juggernaut's transparent body hovered over the hall, he was really happy.

Greedy rarely praised it before going to bed, meaning it found such a good seedling!Hmm~~ This participant is really good, and he actually caught the owner's attention.In the future, everyone may become colleagues, so we must get along well!

"you……"

Lan Shuying said in her heart, did you take the wrong medicine?

This guy wanted to kill her before, otherwise how did she come up with such a difficult script?It's suddenly easier to talk now.

Her guess is that greed may have approved her performance... The intimacy, friendliness, and even flattery of the master are based on one fact: one of my own!

"It's pretty good..." She smiled, "Master, let me ask you again, that vampire, oh, my ancestor, has he come out yet?"

The other side hesitated again, "Probably... soon."

"Isn't it convenient to say this? Let me change the question... When can I go out?"

"Uh……"

The master of illusion suddenly regretted making her script like this.

It's so hard to answer.

Isn't it fun to investigate the case happily? If it's really troublesome, just kill the suspect once and the case will be closed... Now... "Let me investigate."

After 2 minutes, it said: "According to the setting of the greedy master, after opening the bloodline plot line, there are three options, kill him, let him continue to sleep, or fulfill his wish..."

Lan Shuying asked curiously, "What wish?"

"Well, he wants to be a human being."

"..."

The conversation stopped here, because a red dress floated down from the stairs.

The laundress followed Madame Butterfly, holding up the skirt for her.

This is a backless dress with decorative red gauze on both shoulders, which is gorgeous and enchanting.

There is a bronze statue behind Madame Butterfly, which vaguely reveals a large back.

But starting from her lower back, the fabric stretched out in a straight line, and the other end was tightly clamped in the hand of the washerwoman.

Lan Shuying understood at a glance. The female worker kept pulling, and the few thin needles on the red dress did not pierce Madame Butterfly's skin.

She soon found a pure gold heart necklace on Madame Butterfly.

Ghost Tong saw through the inside of the necklace, and there were indeed two pieces of hay.

The little peacock peeked at his brother's stern side face, with cold sweat spreading on his forehead layer by layer... Did "he" find out?

Lan Shuying didn't look back at him, and stepped up to welcome the hostess into the dining table.

"It's a pity. I heard that the kitchen has prepared a big meal, but our distinguished guests are absent." Madame Butterfly said after she sat down, shaking her fan.

At this moment, the laundress was still standing behind her, like a goose, her fingers were tensely clasped together, seeming to unconsciously hook the lady's belt.

Lan Shuying, as a calm housekeeper, did not complain to his wife on this occasion, so the little peacock wiped his sweat with a certain handkerchief, and said: "It's their bad luck, they can't taste your carefully prepared food. Good food."

"Good boy." Madame Butterfly giggled and reached for a plate of pudding, "This is what you like to eat, you don't need to wait until after dinner."

Because the guests missed the appointment, it is no longer a dinner party for the guests, and everything is much more casual.

The dishes are selected according to Madame Butterfly's preferences, and they are all on the dining car next to it.

The first plate of pudding is a reward for the little peacock, and it also means that the dinner party has begun.

Madame Butterfly is in a particularly good mood tonight.

She said generously that everyone would sit down and eat together tonight!

She asked Lan Shuying and Little Peacock to sit on either side of her.

The cook was flattered, and after finishing the meal quickly, she chose a seat, and looked back at the entrance of the hall from time to time. The driver was not needed on this occasion, and the person next to her pillow did not appear, so she was a little disappointed.

After sitting down, several pairs of eyes looked at the washerwoman who was like a wooden stake.

The girl's face turned red a little.

"There are vacancies here." Lan Shuying patted the other side of herself calmly, with a smile on her lips, which was softer under the light.

"Uh, I..."

The washerwoman had been secretly in love with the housekeeper for a long time. Seeing her like this, her mind went blank and she went subconsciously.

As soon as she left, Madame Butterfly uttered a cry, and the tableware fell out of her hand and smashed loudly.

Several people looked at her with surprise in their eyes.

Because Madam is usually very concerned about manners, she has never done such a rude thing.

Madame Butterfly tightened her eyebrows: "I'm fine, continue."

Lan Shuying showed worry, but restrained her instinctive concern. After all...she just learned not long ago that she and Madame Butterfly are enemies.

After Madam Butterfly made it clear that she was fine, she scanned the people present with suspicious eyes:

Except for the washerwoman, who is staring at the plate in front of her, everyone else is looking at each other or Madame Butterfly carefully.

At this moment, the few special thin needles had already penetrated into Madame Butterfly's waist, making her sleepy, too lazy to speak, and even the smell of food around her couldn't attract her—she just wanted to go back to sleep.

There was a bit of annoyance in the woman's eyes.

It was she who took the initiative to invite a few people to stay and dine with her. The dinner had already started, and if she left suddenly because of sleepiness, it would violate her upbringing...

Just bear with it.

Lan Shuying got up, intending to pour her a glass of red wine.

Suddenly squeezed away by the little peacock.

The little peacock stood still, glared at her provocatively, then grabbed another wine bottle, and flaunted: "This is what she likes to drink recently!"

Madame Butterfly supported her head, quietly watching the dispute between new and old lovers.

But she didn't want to talk, just nodded slightly.

Lan Shuying and the little peacock stood facing each other, and saw each other wink, and the eyeballs moved from side to side like a fool, as if telling her: Don't pour that bottle!

Oh, I got it.

Lan Shuying snorted coldly, put down the first wine bottle, and sat back.

The little peacock breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly poured some of the second bottle of wine into Madame Butterfly's glass.

In fact, Madame Butterfly didn't see what the two bottles were at all. She casually lifted it up and took a sip. Just as she smelled the alcohol, she felt dizzy even more. She frowned slightly and took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Before the good food was eaten, there was a round of public competition for favor, and the cook obediently lowered her head, pretending that she was deaf and blind.

The washerwoman couldn't do it, she was very dissatisfied with the housekeeper, her little hand on the tablecloth was already clenched into a fist, and a flower bloomed under the tablecloth.

Ah, complicated love triangles.

Lan Shuying imitated the cook, and ate in silence.

On the other side of the long table, Madame Butterfly chose her favorite dish: fried foie gras...

There was only a slight chewing sound on the table for a while.

Madam Butterfly cut a few pieces and ate them, there was no violent abnormal reaction on the spot, only a layer of tiredness on her face.After this, she went upstairs quickly.

"It seems something is wrong." Lan Shuying said softly.

As the number one licking dog in the manor, of course the butler should be the first to discover the abnormality of the goddess.

The little peacock then spoke, in order to cover up their real relationship in front of the crowd who didn't know the truth, his words were full of gunpowder: "Of course, if I were to eat next to you, I wouldn't be able to eat."

The implication is that there is only one explanation for the reason why Madame Butterfly has no appetite:

She already hated the housekeeper completely, and yearned for a new life without him.

Lan Shuying swept over coldly: "If you can only say something fictional and worthless, it's better not to speak."

"What's the matter, I caught the truth, can't you bear it?"

The little peacock cut a piece of steak, and the sauce left a little mark on the corner of his mouth.

He ate with relish, and took the time to cast a proud glance: "I thought older people would have more self-cultivation. It seems that this principle must be invalid in front of you."

Lan Shuying chose not to talk to him anymore.

For a quarrel, two or three sentences are enough.

"I'm done eating."

She left the table, returned to her room under the gaze of several people, and decided not to go out tonight.

When she stayed on the small balcony of her own bedroom, she could clearly hear something moving below—after she left, the cook was making mud as if she had come over.

The cook said a total of four sentences to the little peacock, roughly meaning:

After all, the butler is still a butler. My wife trusts the butler's ability to handle affairs and will not dismiss him.He also praised the little peacock's merits, saying that he has a bright future, and there is no need to argue with the housekeeper at this time.

The little peacock ate big, and ignored her.

The reason should be disdain.

A cook doesn't know how close he is to his brother. If it weren't for the presence of these two obstructive guys, he wouldn't have quarreled with his brother.Besides, he heard with his own ears that his brother said that he would resign tomorrow, hmph... this place will return to their brother's hands sooner or later.

just wait.

……

Ten p.m.

Lan Shuying heard the coachman come back.

The cook went up to her and complained, "Why did you come back and where did you go?"

"I didn't go anywhere. The roof of my old house was broken. My neighbor came to tell me, so I went back and took a look."

"Ah, is it serious?"

"A piece collapsed. I wanted to fix it today, but I lacked some tools. I plan to ask my wife for an IOU tomorrow, borrow it from the manor, and return it after repairing it... By the way, is there any food?"

The coachman took the initiative to hug the cook.

Perhaps it was because of the lighting, there was a shadow on his face, which made his eyes cold.

"Yes, you will go to the kitchen with me later. It would be great if you came back earlier..." The cook smacked her lips, "Madame invited us to share dinner, but she went up without eating much, I guess, it was because of that little bitch The person chose the wrong clothes."

"Huh? Who are you talking about?" the coachman asked blankly.

"Who else?" The cook twisted his waist, "It's the one in the water room! She did such a good job that she sent Madam a set of clothes just washed today, and I don't know if she did it or not! "

The coachman: "Then she was punished?"

"That's not true. You didn't see that dress. I think it's too tight. It's always constricting your stomach. What appetite can you have? It's her fault anyway."

The cook tried her best to discredit her imaginary rival, wishing that the laundress would be kicked out of the manor tomorrow.

"By the way..." the cook whispered, "Madam eats little tonight, maybe she's already hungry. I'm going to bring her a cup of hot milk. If she asks for food, I'll go back and find you."

"Why are you looking for me?" The coachman was puzzled.

"Of course I want you to bring it up. You can talk to her face to face about borrowing tools. Madam always goes to bed very late recently. Do you want to borrow them tomorrow? Then you may have to wait until the afternoon."

"That's right, you're so smart..."

The sound of two people kissing passionately came from below.

Lan Shuying was lying back in the armchair on the balcony, her fingers crossed in her hair, her eyes were slightly closed, her mind was clear.

She is waiting.

After 10 minutes, someone came up the stairs, and there was the aroma of hot milk.

The cook was already knocking at the door, but there was no answer.

Lan Shuying walked to the door of her bedroom, and pressed her ear against the wall to catch every movement.

She heard the door being pushed open, Madam Butterfly might not be locked.

Then, the cup and plate fell to the ground.

"what!!!"

The cook ran out in terror.

Soon came her second scream: "Come on, something happened to Madam!"

That was the end of the dead man's part.

(End of this chapter)