The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

How do you listen, don't you have any deep meaning?

Lin Qingran saw Aunt Luo's puzzled look in her eyes, but she didn't help her to solve her doubts. She dragged Lin Qingyin out of the pavilion slowly - based on the grievances between her and Aunt Luo, it's good that nothing happened.

It was Lin Qingyin who spoke softly: "Aunt Luo, you are not stupid, why are you so confused today? Aunt Hua has been fighting with her grandmother for so many years, why is she so courteous all of a sudden, she wants to help grandma hire a painter to paint? ?”

Lin Qingran was in the mood to speak again at this time: "Xiang Zhuang's sword dance is aimed at Peigong!"

Aunt Luo listened to Lin Qingxi's on-demand broadcast and Lin Qingran's exclamation, but felt cold all over her body, like falling into an ice cellar.

The painter was carried into the wing room by the servants of the mansion, and in a panic, a handkerchief fell from the painter's sleeve, and it was an item from the daughter's house.

Although the painter hadn't woken up yet, the interest of the servants remained undiminished. Someone bent down and picked up the embroidered handkerchief. Seeing that the handkerchief was embroidered extremely delicately, not to mention the color and style, his face changed when he saw the handkerchief clearly. As if the handkerchief was biting his hand, he threw it down in a hurry.

Half an hour later, Aunt Hua brought the handkerchief to visit Aunt Luo.

"Sister, I worked so hard this winter, but I brought back the veil specially for Sister Luo." As Aunt Hua said, she took out the veil and shook it back and forth several times. He said with a smile: "You said that if I brought this handkerchief to the Lord Xiang and told him that it fell from the body of a painter who came to the house to paint today, what do you think the Lord will do to you?" Fornicating a [river] husband?" Aunt Hua smiled brightly, but every word she uttered was full of malice.

When Aunt Luo heard this, the blood on her face faded away, and her legs softened due to extreme fear, so she fell and sat in front of Aunt Hua, shaking her lips: "I didn't... I really didn't..."

Aunt Hua looked at her with a pair of ruthless eyes, and snorted coldly: "You didn't? Huh, then tell me, why did your handkerchief fall into the hands of the painter?"

Aunt Luo shook her head and pursed her lips, but why she refused to speak, firstly, she didn't dare to speak, secondly, she didn't know what to say.

It is true that she never gave him any veils, but she also had such a relationship with him. However, the son's pearls were scattered and his family was in trouble, so she had to reluctantly let go. She thought that she would never see each other again in this life, but I never thought that we would meet in the Lin Mansion.

Because no matter how she opens her mouth, she will be the one who is wrong.

Aunt Hua looked at Aunt Luo who was drooping her head and pursing her lips, her whole body was trembling slightly, like a budding flower on a branch, stained with dewdrops.

What a beauty with pear blossoms and rain!

Aunt Hua has a feeling that she is meeting her opponent at chess. In the Lin Mansion, her crying skills and winding skills have always been invincible, but she never thought that the new Aunt Luo would have such means.

The cardamom-dyed nails gently raised Aunt Luo's slender and sharp jaw, Aunt Hua smiled lightly, and asked, "Why didn't you answer? You didn't send the veil yourself, could it be it? Can you run with long legs?"

"I..." Aunt Luo was lying on the ground with her whole body, she couldn't restrain the fear on her face, she told herself again and again that she couldn't let go, as long as she let go, her life might be over, so she couldn't help it from inside to outside It was cold to the bone, trembling more and more: "I didn't...I really didn't..."