My host is a playboy

Chapter 308
Huichun Pavilion Qiranxuan
After the second pavilion master drank the Lu'an melon slices, he knew what was added to it.

Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master, for more than ten years, your methods really haven't changed at all.

After Po Han left, the Second Pavilion Master used his internal strength to spit out all the tea he had just drunk.

What's in the Lu'an melon slices?She knows best.

I thought I had gained trust, but I blamed myself for being too eager for quick success. Today, she can drink this tea for her, which means that she has already begun to doubt her.

Originally, I wanted to draw it slowly, but now it seems that I have to make a quick decision.

"Second Pavilion Master, how do you feel?" Ming Che said with deep concern in his cold words.

"No problem." The second pavilion master waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

"Pavilion Master, what did she find?" Ming Che asked.

"Such a big movement, unless she is blind, how could she not notice it? But, if Qiu Yu didn't send her a letter, she wouldn't come back so soon!" There was a muffled sound.

"I thought I was cute, but I didn't expect this superficial trick to fool me." The second pavilion master's eyes darkened.

"Second Pavilion Master don't need to worry, although he delivered the letter, he also suffered retribution." Ming Che handed a bowl of ginger soup to the Second Pavilion Master.

The ginger soup was sent by Bajiao, saying that Xuan Jiu was worried about the body of the second pavilion master.

The Second Pavilion Master stretched out his hand to take the ginger soup, took a sip, and the warm feeling spread from his throat to his stomach.

"He really has a heart." The second pavilion master drank half of a bowl of ginger soup, the bowl was still warm, feeling the temperature, the second pavilion master's cold face eased a little.

"After all, it's a child who has been raised for ten years, so it's normal to have such filial piety." Ming Che couldn't help but said as he looked at the Second Pavilion Master whose expression was somewhat relaxed.

The Second Pavilion Master laughed lightly when he heard the words, looked up at Ming Che, and said, "Are you afraid that I will soften my heart?"

Ming Che bowed his head and remained silent, which was equivalent to acquiescing.

"If you have a dog, you will have feelings. After all, you are such a child." The second pavilion master sighed.

"But there are some things that cannot be controlled by emotions, what should happen will always happen." The second pavilion master said a pun, looking at Ming Che with a half-smile.

"Second Pavilion Master can think like this, of course it couldn't be better." Ming Che sighed.

It was obviously the answer I wanted, but why did I feel a little lost?

You have been laying out this situation for more than ten years, and you are not willing to give up at the last moment.

But you have been living in hatred like this, I... worry about you...

In the end, Ming Che still didn't say what was in his heart.

Winners and losers, all in one fell swoop.

He can't persuade her. Once he persuades her, her life may be in danger...

Those insignificant thoughts in his heart are nothing compared to life and death.

"Where is Xiaoyi?" The second pavilion master looked around, but found no trace of Xiaoyi.

"The subordinates will look for them," Ming Che said.

"No need, Xiaoyi must have her own plans, now I will see what surprises she can bring me." The second pavilion master drank the remaining ginger soup, and the corners of his mouth raised, evoking a hint of expectation smile.

Xiaoyi is now her sharp sword.

In everyone's eyes, she is dead.

Therefore, if she is asked to do something, no one will doubt her...

While thinking, Xiaoyi came out from the dark room in the room.

"Where did you go?" the Second Pavilion Master asked.

"Hefengyuan."

"What did you do to the elk?" The Second Pavilion Master smiled.

"The poison made her throat dumb and broke her tendons." Xiaoyi replied.

(End of this chapter)