Chief Assistant's Fugitive Wife

Chapter 159 Lost Letter

Zheng Qinlan led a team of guards and was walking in from outside the door.

As soon as he turned the corner, he saw Su Yuheng carrying Tang Miaoyan on his back, and immediately stopped, as if he saw some strange sight, he fixedly looked at the two of them and asked.

Tang Miaoyan was speechless for a moment when he asked.

Why did he just say nothing about the picture of you and me?
There is only one person in this world who is more spoiling than Zheng Qinlan!

Su Yuheng also stopped in his tracks, looked at Zheng Qinlan who was full of surprise, and asked without answering:
"Master Zheng hasn't married yet?"

"The bastards in the family are all older than Mr. Su."

Did Zheng Qinlan answer in human terms?
Obviously there is a concubine, but to compare the concubine with Su Yuheng, isn't this deliberately belittling Su Yuheng?
Tang Miaoyan raised her head and stared at Zheng Qinlan angrily, her alluring little face was swollen like a steamed stuffed bun just out of the cage.

Su Yuheng was not angry, but took a leisurely look at Zheng Qinlan, and replied:

"Then it's no wonder Mr. Zheng is always depressed and angry at everyone he sees."

"Pfft! Hahaha..."

Tang Miaoyan couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Su Yuheng was too funny.

Zheng Qinlan joked that he was enslaved by his wife in public, and Su Yuheng laughed at him for not being able to maintain a good relationship between husband and wife.

It turns out that it's because I don't like my daughter-in-law's temper that I suffer a lot of scolding at home and go out to find my psychological balance.

So always meeting people is like fighting a cock.

Zheng Qinlan was so angry that his eyes doubled, staring at Su Yuheng's astonishingly handsome face, he retorted angrily:
"Lord Su forgot that as an official of the court, he shoulders the responsibility of rejuvenating the country and the people. Is it a joke that women can play around with casually?"

Whoops!
Buckle the big hat down.

It's really hard to listen to.

It's a pity that Zheng Qinlan's youth can't stop Su Yuheng's eighty-eyed and exquisite heart at all.

"Master Zheng may have forgotten what he said. A country is a country, a country is a country. If a man can't manage his family well, how can he take on the responsibility of rejuvenating the country and keeping the people safe? Could it be that the wife at home is just Is he not one of the people? Or is Master Zheng's ability limited, he can't achieve a balance between the two worlds, and win-win for the family and the country. Do you think others don't have this ability?"

Su Yuheng looked at him with a disdainful smile, and his words became more blunt and forceful.

Zheng Qinlan's face turned red and then pale, and finally he sneered:
"Master Su's problem of not being able to distinguish between primary and secondary has never changed. Mao is not even old enough, so he is still too young."

After he finished speaking, he walked away, he really didn't dare to talk to Su Yuheng any more.

He was afraid that he would be pissed off by Su Yuheng.

Tang Miaoyan frowned when she saw him belittle her man like this, and hummed loudly:

"It's because of my young age that I have more room for development. It's not like a stubborn old man who thinks that he has more weight than others because he eats a few more rice than others? At most, he only gains a few pounds of meat. "

Zheng Qinlan stopped in his tracks when he heard this, but walked away abruptly.

He didn't want to face Tang Miaoyan, a woman who played cards unreasonably.

The last time he was in court, he had already suffered a big loss.

Otherwise, they would not be chased by the Hanlin Academy, and they would send Su Yuheng and Hua Fangfei to check the accounts and complete the handover as soon as possible.

There are many opportunities to deal with the couple.

There is no need to fight for a moment of quick talk.

"Junior Sister, you are finally back."

Tang Miaoyancai and Su Yuheng walked into the courtyard when they heard Monk Miaoji's mournful voice from the backyard.

This little monk has been very busy recently, and she hasn't seen him for several days.

"what happened?"

Tang Miaoyan changed her steps to the kitchen and walked towards the backyard.

The door of the newly repaired warehouse was wide open, and all kinds of furniture inside were neatly arranged.

There was only one bald-headed monk in a brown and white cassock, with a slender fair neck and a string of eight-treasure beads sitting on the threshold.

Correct!
He just sat on the threshold and called her.

One foot is in the door, one foot is still outside the door.

Leaning against the door frame, his sickly and pale handsome face frowned at her in pain.

"The little monk fell down."

"..."

What is the answer?
Tang Miaoyan quickly stepped forward and took his arm, helping this strange and beautiful monk up.

"Why are you sitting on the ground?"

Both the inside and outside of the house are flat, but the threshold is only a finger high, so how can he trip him?

Don't look at this monk who always looks sick and weak, as if he is thin.

In fact, it feels like it's all muscle.

Sure enough, he didn't eat every grain of rice for nothing.

Fortunately, she was at home, if not, Uncle Ge and Aunt Ge would not be able to pull him up.

"It's not that cousin of yours who insisted on installing a burglar guard on the door of the house on a whim. In a family like ours, who can come to the warehouse to steal anything? Steal the steamed buns in the mouse hole? The bad guys didn't guard against it. The good guy was implicated. Whoops! This little monk hurts to death!"

Miao Ji didn't say anything, Tang Miaoyan didn't notice yet.

On the top of the door frame of this house, there is not a small oil pipe buckled upside down.

Full of tung oil flowed down the door frame, smudged with dark traces, and finally sank into the soil on the surface.

If you don't look carefully, it's hard to tell even in broad daylight.

"Wait a minute, senior brother. You said the bad guy couldn't be guarded? Did you throw something?"

Tang Miaoyan immediately grasped the key points from his thoughts, and looked up at the handsome face of the beautiful monk suspiciously.

"It's not that I lost something! It's your cousin. It seems that some letter was lost. Anyway, I ran out early in the morning to look for it. I only knew that he came back after hearing what your godmother said."

So the oil was not knocked over by Miao Ji, but by the thief who came into the house.

Presumably it was also Song Yuanfu, who finished dealing with Xue Xinjin's side this morning, and when he rushed home, he found his things missing.

Only then did he rush out to search again.

"I'll find you some medicinal wine and rub your sprained ankle."

Tang Miaoyan took a look at the room, where everything was neatly arranged, and there was no obvious sign of tampering.

I had no choice but to help Miao Ji go to the main room to deal with the sprain.

"Su Yuheng, do you know what my cousin lost?"

After Tang Miaoyan treated Miaoji's sprain, she returned to the room immediately to ask questions.

At this moment, Su Yuheng was holding a letter in his hand, and he was halfway through it, and replied without raising his head:
"It seems that someone wrote him a letter. I have sent someone to help find it, so you don't have to worry."

"Last night, no one guarded the house?"

Tang Miaoyan asked again.

"Everyone has work to do, and there are not enough people."

Su Yuheng sighed softly, and then put down the letter in his hand.

"It's scheduled to leave for Beijing the day after tomorrow. Do you have anything else that needs to be dealt with?"

This is the serious matter in Su Yuheng's heart.

Once they leave, they may not come back for a year or two.

Tang Miaoyan's home and roots are here, so she always needs to make preparations.

(End of this chapter)