First Lady

Before finding out what Qingming Manzhen's purpose in coming to Ming's house is, she can't die yet.

Chu Qiao, who closed the office, felt that this matter was very difficult to deal with. Even though it was a great gift, it could not kill people. This 'degree' was very difficult to grasp!

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These dwindling days are still relatively peaceful, after all, those nasty packages have never appeared again, which is a good thing for her.

It’s just that Mingye is too busy to accompany her these days, and Misha is a person who can’t speak a few words a day. Mingye said that it’s dangerous outside, and she didn’t dare to run out all the time, but staying at home was really boring. After eating these days, he either sleeps or watches TV or plays computer games, and the flesh on his waist has grown around him. [

Suddenly one day Misha said to her: "Madam, if you are bored, I will accompany you for a walk!"

Lan Shan almost couldn't believe it when she heard it, she said happily, "Really, that's great!"

Mi Sha nodded, in fact, seeing Lan Shan mourning all day long, she was angry and felt that she was very pitiful, and felt that recently the Duchess seemed to be less popular than a few days ago, and it would be nice to go out once in a while to relax.

But after three hours, Mi Sha felt so regretful that she wanted to screw her head off.

She originally wanted to sneak out with Lanshan for a while and then come back, but who would have thought that there would be such a "coincidence" in this world!

Lan Shan and Mi Sha had just walked around the snack street, ran to a coffee shop by the side of the road and sat down not long after, their eyes dimmed, and they only heard a female voice that seemed somewhat familiar.

"Miss Lanshan, hello, may I sit here?"

Although the words were politely asked, but the person has already reached the opposite side of the decline.

When Misha saw the person coming, she immediately stood next to Lanshan vigilantly and looked at the uninvited person with cold eyes like knives. The hidden murderous aura was chilling.

Ming Manzhen covered her lips and smiled softly: "Is it Misha? Why do you have to guard against me like this, I... am a weak woman who cannot be restrained."

Although she is already an old woman who is almost 50 years old, she really does not make people feel uncomfortable when she does this kind of pretending to be tender.

But... Lan Shan felt that her voice was extremely ear-piercing when she heard it!

Lan Shan patted Misha's hand, motioning her to sit beside her, then looked at Ming Manzhen provocatively: "I said no, can you get up now and turn around and sit somewhere else?"