A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

"Huijun? What are you looking at?"

The disgust in the female companion's eyes was too obvious, Zhou Liqing tugged at Wen Huijun's sleeve.

"That's my concubine sister, I mentioned it to you before."

Wen Huijun's face is still not good. She has a very good relationship with Zhou Liqing and Zhang Yuexi, and often talks to them about all kinds of troubles.

Wen Huijuan, who has a dull head and a dull head, is the object of her most frequent complaints.

"So skinny, doesn't it look like a monkey from Africa."

Zhang Yuexi had a narrow expression, patted the back of Wen Huijun's hand lightly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his big eyes stared at Wen Huijuan.

"Pu Chi, your mouth is so powerful, no wonder everyone praises you little Bailing."

Wen Huijun's expression became better, and she felt unhappy when she saw Shu Ange standing quietly in front of the counter without saying hello to her.

She took a step forward and squeezed out a snort, "Wen Huijuan, you don't have an open mind, or you don't have ears. What did I say to you this morning?"

Shu Ange glanced at Wen Huijun lightly, and said, "I forgot."

Three words sent her away lightly.

Wen Huijun seemed to have eaten something boring, her watery almond eyes widened, her teeth clenched tightly, and her cheeks were flushed with anger.

She was accustomed to Wen Huijuan's behavior in front of her, letting her teach her a lesson.

Being refuted by the cowardly concubine sister, how could Wen Huijun be happy: "What are you doing here, what a shame."

"I'm here to buy perfume for Concubine Liu, shouldn't Miss Huijun be studying? Why is she here?"

"you--"

Wen Huijun was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say, stared blankly for a few seconds before scolding: "I want you to take care of it, today there is a celebration in the concession, and Xiu Mu of the academy will let us learn more."

When she said that, she felt that she didn't need to explain to Wen Huijuan, and her face turned even redder with anger.

Shu Ange paid the bill, took the perfume and skin care products, and kept Wen Huijun aside without saying a word.

There were a lot of people in the Yangxing Hall, and Wen Huijun couldn't argue with Shu Ange loudly, so he could only watch her leave with her things angrily.

"Your concubine sister is really annoying, she looks dull and has no manners at all."

Zhou Liqing pouted, hugged Wen Huijun's arm, and comforted her with Yan Whisper.

Zhang Yuexi held a British brand of jasmine-scented hair oil in his hand, sniffed it incessantly, and said regretfully, "This month's expenses are a bit more expensive, so I have to wait until next month to get the monthly payment before buying hair oil. "

Zhou Liqing heard the song and knew the elegance, and she received a dejected answer: "I'm just like you, I don't have enough money to buy a bottle of orchid perfume."

"Don't be sad, I'll settle the bill for you, I'm free this month."

"Dear Iss Wen, you are so kind, like a little angel in Western oil paintings!"

Zhou Liqing hugged Wen Huijun exaggeratedly, and Zhang Yuexi also praised her again and again. The three little sisters are like one person.

After leaving EMI, Shu Ange was in no hurry to go home.

Liu Guixiang is a harsh and perverted person. She went back early and was abused by her for various reasons.

Wen Huijun said that there are celebrations here in the concession, but Shu Ange was a little curious.

There were records playing in the hall of EMI, and the sound from the street could not be heard clearly. When she went out, she could vaguely hear the sound of drums not far away.

After finally going out, Shu Ange wanted to know more about this era, so he followed the voice and walked forward.

After walking about a thousand meters, the sound of drums and horns shot straight into the sky. Many people gathered on both sides of the street, looking at the western landscape in front of them with relish.

A group of foreigners of different ages, wearing dark blue uniforms and sashes, played various musical instruments.

They are about the same height, short, fat and thin, and they are wearing the same dress, and they are quite imposing at a glance.

Behind the foreigners, there were young male and female students holding flowers in their hands. They were full of vigor and smiles, like a gust of spring breeze, bringing warmth to people.

"This drum doesn't look like much, but it's very moving. It's better than our waist drum."

"I still like to listen to waist drums. It's lively and festive. These people with long noses and blue eyes are scary to look at."

"I heard that they are receiving the big man from the north, and I don't know if the big man has arrived."

"Speaking of big shots, sigh, the south has not been very peaceful recently, and I don't know when this storm will return."

Standing in the crowd, Shu Ange was a little surprised by the current situation while listening to others chatting.

Hecheng Li River, sea and land transportation are extremely developed, and news from all parties converge here, and you can hear some political affairs from the north, the south, the north, and the north.

The original owner was treated badly by Concubine Liu, and she didn't know much about family and country affairs.

In the memory she accepted, it wasn't long before Wen Huijuan was given to Adjutant Chen as her aunt, and she didn't even have a chance to go out after that.

Which big man came to Crane City, he needed foreigners to make such a move.

You must know that the foreigners of this era have higher eyes than the top, and have always regarded the Chinese people as inferior people.

Shu Ange looked at the celebration team carefully. There were no flags in the hands of the students, and no one around was holding a welcome banner. She was even more curious about the identity of the people who came.

"Woooo, let me go, I'm looking for—"

The childish cries were almost completely obscured by the thundering drums. Shu Ange had a good ear and eyesight. He followed the voice and saw a man described as wretched, holding a little boy in overalls in his arms.

The little boy wore a gold cleat around his neck, his eyes were red when he cried, and half a gray mark was stepped on on his shiny little leather shoes.

The man was wearing a long gown, holding the little boy tightly in one hand, and holding a string of candied haws in the other: "Little Master, I'll take you to find your mother, okay?"

His bulging cheeks and eyes bulged out, his face was sallow, and the back of his shriveled hands were full of blue veins.

There was something wrong with this person, and Shu Ange's eyes subconsciously became awe-inspiring.

The little boy is made of pink and jade, unlike the ordinary family background, the man wears a long gown and a hat, and the traitor is withered and fleshless. At first glance, he is a gentleman.

How could someone like him have anything to do with the little boy.

Looking at his actions, his eyes were anxious when coaxing the child, and he gestured with the hand of the candied gourd around the child's mouth, intending to cover it at any time.

She withdrew from the crowd and walked towards the man in the gown without a trace.

After he reluctantly coaxed the little boy, he went into the alley.

His actions made Shu Ange even more embarrassed. People traffickers in the Republic of China are rampant, and this person is probably a kidnapper.

No matter in which era, Shu Ange hated people who abducted women and children to the extreme.

After entering the alley, the man threw the candied haws anxiously, and while covering the child's mouth with a handkerchief, he muttered, "Why haven't you fainted yet? Didn't Lao Zhong say that this medicine is so powerful that adults can take it."

He hugged the child, Shu Ange threw the mouse, thinking about how to save the little guy safely.