This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 70 Boy, you really have a dark belly! (1)

"Senior Brother Song, in your opinion, why did that thief go to the Yin Yang Pagoda?!"

Carefully staring at Song Qiang's background, Yehuo pretended to be casual and asked.

"Probably to steal property!"

Song Qiang agreed casually, without the slightest stagnation in the movements of his hands.

Could it be that she is overthinking?

Looking at Song Qiang's background, Yehuo secretly sighed and continued to ask.

"Senior brother Song, do you believe that there is a black phoenix in this world?!"

Hearing the word "Black Phoenix", Song Qiang's body froze involuntarily, and the radish leaves that had been held to the side of the basket suddenly fell to the ground.

"Have Junior Brother Huo seen Black Phoenix?!"

Straightening up, Song Qiang's voice trembled a little.

Yehuo's heart, which had already been put down, couldn't help raising it again.

Glancing sideways at the radish leaves on the ground, she shook her head with deep eyes.

"I don't have such a chance. It's just that I heard someone mention it before, and I just thought of it by chance and asked my brother!"

Song Qiang probably realized something, and bent over to collect the radish leaves on the ground in a hurry, while carrying the bamboo basket on his back.

"It's getting late, we should go back!"

Walking down the hillside behind him, Yehuo stared at the back of his rudder, and was a little more curious about Song Qiang in his heart.

A young man can grow radishes here quietly, one kind for five years, what kind of heart should he have!
Cutting radishes with Linghu Sedum's favorite knife is a kind of enjoyment in Wildfire.

She practiced extraordinarily hard today, but Song Qiang seemed a little absent-minded.

Yehuo saw it in his eyes, his face was calm, but he was a little more suspicious of Song Qiang in his heart.

After dinner, Yehuo took the initiative to help him pack up the tableware, sent it all the way to the kitchen, pretended to go out, but quietly found a secluded place, hid it, and observed Song Qiang's movements in the kitchen.

Washing the pots and dishes, Song Qiang did everything flawlessly. After cleaning up everything, he sat quietly by the window and read a book.

Just when Yehuo thought he had lost his sight, lost his patience, and was about to call it a day, Song Qiang, who had always been stooped, suddenly stood up straight with a hunchback behind him - straight up.

(End of this chapter)