When Zhang Awei was sweating heavily and panting, he returned home with two pounds of beef he bought from the south of the city, the shrewd woman Bai Xianyu had already left.

In the living room, Chen Mu was sitting at the table drinking with a bowl of sour plum soup.

Meng Yanqing changed into a moon-white long dress, lowered her head and silently embroidered it, and there was a faint blush left on her pink cheeks and neck.

The beauty is as beautiful as pomegranate red, blooming with a ripe beauty.

"Here you come."

Chen Mu greeted him.

Zhang Awei asked in confusion: "Ban, where did you go just now?"

"Facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers bloom."

Chen Mu said lightly.

“??”

Zhang Awei couldn't understand.

Putting the beef into the kitchen, Zhang Awei handed him the record recorded by the Jiaofangsi: "Ban Tou, I have recorded some more situations, which He Tiantian said. During the time before Lan Xiaoxiang died, many girls looked bad."

Bad complexion?

Chen Mu pursed his lips and turned on the transcript to check it out.

According to He Tiantian, during the period before Lan Xiaoxiang's death, many officials who stayed overnight liked to toss in the middle of the night.

And the girls' steps were sloppy when they woke up in the morning, and they all looked haggard.

On the contrary, after Lan Xiaoxiang's death, this phenomenon disappeared.

This is interesting.

Generally speaking, shouldn’t it be the case that men have excessive indulgence?

Chen Mu took out the transcripts he recorded before to compare them and murmured: "It's just the right time to meet Miss Xueyi's teaching arts, which is interesting."

"Teacher, can I ask you a few words alone?" Zhang Awei rubbed his hands and smiled silly.

Chen Mu was stunned and took him to the yard and said, "He Tiantian, look at your frowning, have you made her angry again?"

"Damn, you are so damn good."

Zhang Awei widened his eyes and stretched out his thumb. "You can guess this."

So he told the story.

After listening to Zhang Awei's statement, Chen Mu remained silent for a long time and said for a while: "There is a Widow Wang in Xinliu Street. She has a good figure. How about I be a matchmaker for you?"

Zhang Awei shook his head quickly: "I want to find someone close to you, at least enjoy the feeling of love."

"Okay, very energetic!"

Chen Mu patted the other person on the shoulder heavily. "Come on."

Faced with Chen Mu's encouragement, Zhang Awei said bitterly: "At least teach me how to do it, the team leader, save the child."

Chen Mu thought for a while and said, "Just go and apologize honestly, just be a good person, don't make any troubles. He Tiantian is not a girl from Xiao Xun, nor is she Tian Xiaoyi. Although she is younger than you, she is much more mature than you."

"Can you do it?"

"No, you can pull it down."

"Uh... OK." Zhang Awei sighed.

Looking at Awei who was frowning, Chen Mu felt a little moved and his tone softened: "I thought you were confused about Yan Qing, but I didn't expect you to see it very well."

"It's good that my mother likes it, and I don't have a good status at home." Zhang Awei said casually.

What he cares more about now is his identity as the Great Demon King.

Although the Hanhan Wu Divine Power failed to successfully activate the "demonic energy" in his body last time, Zhang Awei still firmly believed that he was the "demonic fetus".

It will be a matter of time sooner or later to become a great devil.

Chen Mu asked, "My wife and Qiaoer didn't force you, right?"

Zhang Awei shook his head firmly: "No, my sister-in-law convinced people with reason. I was very moved when I heard it and firmly agreed with her point of view."

That's good.

Chen Mu smiled: "Your sister-in-law has always been very gentle."

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Bang!

The carrots were chopped in half by a kitchen knife and bounced on the chopping board a few times.

This is what Chen Mu saw when he entered the kitchen.

Looking at the lady in the kitchen with a cold expression and waving the kitchen knife, Chen Mu swallowed and said carefully: "Madam, why don't you let me do it?"

"Need not."

Bai Xianyu took out the kitchen knife that was pierced into the chopping board, and continued to chop it off with a bang. "I will make a bowl of radish juice soup for my husband."

"Don't bother, I've already drunk it from Yan Qing."

Chen Mu waved his hand quickly.

Hearing this, Bai Xianyu looked at Chen Mu with beautiful eyes, and a smile appeared on her moist lips, as if a cold plum blossom was blooming: "Is Sister Meng good? How about it compared to my own?"

Although the woman smiled, Chen Mu's scalp was inexplicably numb.

He answered honestly: "The soup made by my wife is relatively light, and Yan Qing is like aged wine, each with its own characteristics."

This is the truth.

And in comparison, Chen Mu still prefers the soup made by Meng Yanqing.

In order to avoid the topic getting angry with the wife, Chen Mu quickly changed the topic: "Madam, what are you doing in another place?"

Pang!

Half of the carrot was slapped.

Bai Xianyu said lightly: "How do you know that I am going to another place?"

"Uh..." Chen Mu looked embarrassed. "When I came back, Yanqing told me that you were going to another place for a few days, so I'll ask."

"I'm going to worship my parents."

Bai Xianyu said softly.

She was not telling lies. She was originally in Dongzhou. This time, in addition to dealing with the Tiandihui, she also worshiped her parents.

Although she has no impression of her parents, she is a relative of blood after all.

"Why should I accompany you?" Chen Mu was a little worried.

Bai Xianyu shook her head: "No need, during these days when I left, my husband should develop a relationship with Sister Meng."

"My wife said this, I am that kind of person."

Chen Mu muttered.

Bai Xianyu's eyes roamed, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips: "At least I'm gone, my husband doesn't have to hide it in other people's skirts to cultivate feelings, right?"

"That...haha..."

Chen Mu didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he simply said, "My wife's skirt is very fragrant."

The woman's pretty face turned red, and her pretty eyes drew the man's eyes hard, and looked at the broken leaves falling outside the yard, with a dazed look, and a little more sad.

She suddenly became worried.

If I leave this time, will the relationship between husband and sister Meng heat up quickly, and will the love that husband originally belonged to her be separated away?

Will it completely replace her position in her husband's mind?

She doesn't mind her husband's three wives and four concubines, but she really minds her husband's relationship being split.

"Why should I take Sister Meng away?"

The woman thought secretly.

It was not until the man's hand lifted up her skirt that she suddenly came to her senses and kicked the man to the ground with one kick.

Swish-

When the man fell down, the hem of the skirt was torn apart, revealing his straight calves as white as porcelain.

The quality of the skirt shouldn't be so poor.

But it was torn apart.

So it was intentional.

Bai Xianyu narrowed her beautiful eyes and walked to her husband, saying softly: "Has Sister Meng got angry? I want to come here to extinguish me?"

The kitchen knife in the woman's hand shaking the bright and sharp light.
To be continued...