Red makeup Chitose

Chapter 130
"Tang Chengxian will definitely come to make trouble today, and then I will ask Donglin to help me with this play." Jin Mingwei calmed down again, showing a bright smile.

Dong Lin rubbed his nose and felt his ears were slightly hot. He looked around the courtyard of Jin's family and doubted again: "Dong Lin is naturally very happy to be able to help my sister... However, Miss A Tuan can also hold her breath, and now she doesn't." For other tasks, why didn't my sister find Miss A Tuan?"

Jin Ming smiled so that his eyes narrowed slightly: "Recently, Ah Tuan is always hesitating, maybe I have something hidden in my heart, and it's not easy for me to ask her, so I don't assign her much, so that she has time to go about her own work."

"Miss A Tuan doesn't seem like someone who hesitates..." Dong Lin said seemingly unintentionally.

Jin Ming nodded slightly: "Yes, she is careless, and she will show whatever she thinks on her face, so I guess this time, she has encountered a big problem, otherwise she would not hide it in her heart, even I would not say it. I just I can do my best to help her, and when she wants to say something, she will probably say it."

"I heard that Miss A Tuan was brought into Jin's house by Master as a child, so she is a family member. Family members must not want the girl to worry about her, so I didn't tell the truth to the girl." Dong Lin suddenly said, with a cute face.

Jin Ming glanced at him calmly, but there was no abnormality on his face: "Dong Lin, it is said that one day will be a teacher and life will be a father. You are my father's only apprentice in this life, and you are also a family member."

After a pause, Jin Ming moved closer to the young man, his eyebrows curved into beautiful arcs, his slender eyelashes drooped, and his reflection flashed in his rippling pupils: "... where is my family?"

mine.

Because the distance is too close, when the woman reads these two words between her warm lips, it is like the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in full bloom in the courtyard, with a strong fragrance that is almost suffocating, swallowing it.

Donglin suddenly felt as if his heart was being grabbed, and he couldn't breathe.

He hastily covered his burning ears, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Man...sister, cough...it's too close..."

Jin Mingwei did not let the young man go, and his tone became more serious: "So, since I am a family member, I naturally trust Donglin. Donglin's desire to protect his family must be the same as mine, right?"

"Hmm... yes, it's the same... what does sister mean?" Dong Lin heard the deep meaning, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Since you have this kind of intention, if Donglin feels suspicious, if you feel that you are not telling the truth, you can go and investigate it yourself. The Jin family and I have to ask Donglin." Jin Ming said slightly.

Donglin's expression was immediately excited, with a certain excitement of "Heaven will send a great responsibility to the people", and his tone trembled: "Thank you for your trust, sister! Donglin will definitely protect the Jin family! I will act as a good sister's eyes and eyes." Knife!"

Jin Mingwei distanced himself from the young man again, the smile on his face became brighter, but his heart was so cold that he shuddered, and finally sank, reaching the bottomless abyss.

At this time, noise came from the mountain gate.

Jin Mingwei put away his thoughts, and peeked out at the same time as Dong Lin. A young gentleman led a group of people, who were surrounding the mountain leader, Su Luoying, protesting at every turn.

"Shan Zhang, the students are polite. I heard that you were busy repairing your books a while ago, and you were locked in the compound for more than a month without seeing anyone. Now you have finally come out, so let the students wait for me." The young man bowed his hands, but his eyes were gloomy. Locked on Su Luoying.

"That's right, I only heard that there are tortoises on the ridges in the fields, but I didn't expect that there are also in the land of Confucius and Mencius." The people beside Lang Jun also booed.

They behaved in the market, they looked like Confucian scholars, with gavels on their waists and soap horns on their heads. They turned out to be a group of storytellers, the so-called professional talkers who can "pass on ten, ten to hundreds".

(End of this chapter)