Fairy, I really am a villain!

In an instant, Jiang Xingchu reacted and narrowed his eyes.

"Let's put it this way, Fang Xiwen has two sisters, you should have met them both."

"...Are you so cruel? They are blood relatives, right? Do you have any basis for saying this?"

"Why do you need evidence? Don't tell me you haven't seen Fairy Ling Jian..."

The atmosphere in the room gradually eased, the previous tension suddenly disappeared, and it soon became quiet.

Chapter 229 I Knew You Like Big Ones!

Tingshui Cottage was not far from the city, and Fang Xiwen returned quickly.

He didn't care about Yun Yichuan at all. He guessed that the other party didn't want to see his ugly face.

Let's put things in perspective. When the interests are the same, the positions are similar, and there is room for cooperation, Yun Yichuan will be a good ally.

The ideas can keep up, the character is trustworthy, and the ability is strong;

Forget it at other times.

Fang Xiwen was a very petty person. He still remembered the vicious plot that Yun had set for Xiao Qingni, which was to destroy the girl's innocence and trick her into joining the gang.

Even though it was dissolved, he still remembered it;

For Yun Wuxin's sake, he wouldn't take it too seriously and wouldn't try to kill him or anything like that, but forget about making friends with him.

Even if the two of them might really get along well, he would never give Yun Yichuan any good face.

On the way back home, he went to two or three shops and bought some food and some small items, leaving his hands full.

Zuo Bian wanted to share this big bag of buns with everyone, and the few pieces of lianggao were for Lin Huazhi, who seemed to like them very much and even snatched some from him;

Finally, the malt sugar and candied fruit were bought for Jiang Xingchu. The Saint likes sweet food, and her taste is not as strong as that of the little glutton.

The thought went around in his head for a few times, and he prepared the menu for tonight in his mind; then as his left foot stepped over the threshold, he caught a glimpse of his room door being wide open, and there was someone talking inside.

"My son-in-law is back." Xiaoxuan, who was playing with flower strings in the yard, caught a glimpse of him, ran over and stretched out her hand.

"Well, take it and share it among everyone. Who's in my room?"

"Okay, sir, the young master and Sister Lin are in the room."

"No, what is this lady doing in there again, oh my god..."

He walked quickly to the door, where there were two girls sitting sideways on the bed. Jiang Xingchu had taken off her shoes and socks, and was wearing only a light green top, with her collarbones and arms exposed.

Lin Huazhi was still wearing the same light gauze sleeves, looking soft and graceful. She nodded gently at him, without any guilty feeling at all.

No, this is my room, right?

Jiang Xingchu was holding up a blue shirt, looking up at it for a while, frowning slightly: "Why do you keep it when it's so worn out? I don't know if you think we can't afford it and throw it away."

"Hey, don't throw that away!" "It's okay, I'll keep it for him..."

Before Lin Huazhi could finish her response, Fang Xiwen rushed over and snatched the dress back.

Then he turned his head and met Jiang Xingchu's pretty face with a smirk. The girl smiled with dimples, her eyes rolled around, and she stretched out her voice: "Hey~~ Why can't it be thrown away? Is there any special meaning?"

"...The material is very good. I have always been a thrifty person." He knew he had been cheated and hesitated.

"Bullshit! Do you think I don't remember?" Jiang Xingchu jumped off the bed, snatched the shirt, and held it high up: "See, these stitches and this button... I sewed them! I sewed them myself!"

"......" Knowing that she was proud, Fang Xiwen simply kept silent.

"Hey~~~ Do you like me so much? You even keep a piece of clothing for so long, wear it every day even after washing it until it fades... I can't tell."

"What do you think?"

"You're so annoying. Mr. Fang is so kind and affectionate. I'm so happy for you. Why are you so rude?" Jiang Xingchu had already won the victory. She started to show off and hooked her finger, saying, "Come here. Sister will give you a reward."

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen folded his hands, straightened his back, smiled and said nothing.

Come and see how you reward.

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to lower your head!" Facing that teasing look, Jiang Xingchu gritted his teeth and was so angry that his eyes were about to spit fire.

Looking at the Saint Lady who was nearly a head shorter than him, he couldn't help laughing. He leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips, then walked straight to the bed.

Seeing this, Lin Huazhi, who was still sitting, looked away. She knew that he was worried about her and didn't know what to think for a moment.

Looking at it in a positive way, at least he treats me as a woman, isn't that good?

But when I think that after I leave, these two will continue to do their own thing, so what’s the point of waiting?

"Here, the cold cake I bought for you is on the table," Fang Xiwen pointed behind him, looked out, and said with a smile, "You guys didn't mind sitting on my bed..."

"Everyone knows that you have that quirk, but you are very clean." The woman glanced at the edge of the table, her heart was filled with joy, and she curled her lips.

"No matter how careful you are, there will still be a smell... Never mind, you come down first."

Hearing this, Lin Huazhi stepped off the bed, leaving two graceful traces in its place; he subtly felt that the shape was quite beautiful, and then shook his head again.

"So, you were just helping me pack my things?"

"Of course," Jiang Xingchu walked over slowly, pointing and saying, "With your slow temper, I'd have to wait until dawn to come by yourself. I'm afraid you'll waste time, so I came here in person."

"Is there an emergency?" Fang Xiwen was stunned.

Although it was agreed that he would go to the Xinggong headquarters, there were still some things to be done and he had to finish them personally before he could feel at ease, so he asked this question.

Of course, Jiang Xingchu would never admit that he was teasing him because he was jealous. He was still very stubborn at this moment: "It's not that urgent. You can do your own thing first. If you can't put the things down, you can leave them at my place. I brought an extra mustard ring."

"Eh~~~" After thinking for a while, Fang Xiwen tasted something and said in a long voice: "Lady Saint, are you so looking forward to going out with me?"

"Who expected it? Who said it? How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?"

"Oh, it turns out I misunderstood. Then I'll charter a boat and we can all go back to the Star Palace together. It will be more lively on the way..."

"you dare!!"

...

Soon, at night, lights began to light up in the city lord's mansion.

After playing with the stingy and arrogant dwarf for a while, Fang Xiwen left in a hurry, put on a scarf and went into the kitchen. When she came out, it was a little past dinner time.

Under Lin Huazhi's command, a round table was set up in the courtyard. It was a rotating table with two layers, and chairs were arranged in a circle. Fang Xiwen specially went to an affiliated organization of the Shenji Sect to order it for convenience and to save trouble.

Amid the chattering of the girls, plates of various dishes were brought up, forming a sumptuous dinner.

There were fruit preserves, various soups, mutton and fish soup... and some unrecognizable dishes; even Jiang Xingchu had never seen them before, so I guess this guy learned them during his travels.

"With so many dishes, my son-in-law is really amazing. He can even prepare a buffet with a few people to help. When the time comes, we can hold both weddings and funerals, and get a lot of red envelopes..."

"I'm signing up, and I promise to be obedient and not cause any trouble!"

"That's a nice thought. My son-in-law is very busy and has no time to care about these trivial things. It's good to have a good meal occasionally."

Sitting to the right of the main seat, Jiang Xingchu held his chin and listened to their conversation for a while, then raised his eyebrows: "Does Fang usually cook for you?"

"Hmm?" Xiao Xuan looked over and found that her young master's eyebrows were slightly frowned. She immediately reacted and answered truthfully: "Almost never, unless the city is peaceful that day and there is really nothing to do, the son-in-law will take the time to make some side dishes.

The rest of the time I either practice swordplay or read books, and occasionally visit the city..."

"so."

"It's only because of you, young master, that the son-in-law is working so hard." Xiaoxuan has always been well versed in human relations, and she added a seemingly talkative remark.

As expected, Jiang Xingchu immediately smiled happily, then snorted and pouted: "Who cares? It's not like I haven't eaten the food he cooked before."

"Hey, young master, have you eaten it?"

"I'm getting tired of eating this. Back then, I rented a small courtyard with this guy in Jiangzhou, and he would rush to cook for me every day..."

As soon as his true colors came out, Jiang Xingchu started to confuse right and wrong, and switched places.

After listening for a while, Lin Huazhi couldn't stand it anymore. If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that she would reveal what was going on, so she left the table and went to the kitchen to help serve the cooked dishes.

"Oh, now that Chief Lin is here in person, this small kitchen is really a blessing for Bi Shenghui." Fang Xiwen wiped his hands and said with a smile.

"Tsk, bring it here when you're done."

"Okay, be careful not to burn yourself." He handed over a plate of meat carefully and warned.

"I'm on location..." After a pause, Lin Huazhi thought of something and held his hand as if nothing had happened.

"what?"

"I was afraid you'd get burned." Seeing him quickly retract his hand as if he had been electrocuted, the woman felt happy and turned around and walked out lightly.

Then, Fang Xiwen brought out the last dish and placed it in the middle of the table.

As soon as they sat down, the girls gradually quieted down and all eyes in the yard were focused on him.

Looking around, Jiang Xingchu was lazily poking the bottom of the bowl with chopsticks; Lin Huazhi was sitting upright, her eyes wandering over the dishes, as if planning a route; Xiaoxuan was holding chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other, looking over eagerly...

It seemed as if everyone was waiting for him to give a signal.

Inexplicably, he felt like an old father leading a group of children. He waved his sleeves and said, "Eat!"

"Great!" "This smells great, try it first..."

Amid the noise, the round table slowly began to turn. Seven or eight pairs of chopsticks crossed each other and sometimes even fought. However, despite the occasional fights, the atmosphere was peaceful.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiwen stopped what he was doing unconsciously and felt a little touched.

Compared with fighting and killing, he prefers this kind of ordinary life, with the daily necessities, family, friends and lovers; but he can't stop, because his fate not only belongs to him, but also involves the people around him.

The great trend of heaven and earth is like a torrent, rolling down, and even the strongest embankment may be washed away, not to mention the tiny dust particles.

The ones who are close are the Fang family, the Luo family, and the Xing Palace; the ones who are far away are the Sword Immortal, the Goddess, and the Emperor.

He likes a simple life, and so does the Emperor; but the latter was forced into that state, and was unacceptable to the world.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiwen felt a little uncomfortable. What was even worse was that everything was a foregone conclusion and could not be reversed.

"Oh, let's stop imagining..."

Shaking his head vigorously, he threw away the things and concentrated on eating.

Just with a glance, he found that Jiang Xingchu next to him was sticking out his tongue, making "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh" loudly, and spitting half a piece of crushed garlic on the table.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't eat garlic, so don't put it in the future."