When Wen Zhen saw the carriage, he was angry and wanted to go forward to get his own Triumph back. However, there was no thing hanging by the car door. The driver who drove the car stopped the car and entered a house with a tailor's sign on the roadside. Judging from the driver's actions, there was no one in the car, but it was like the driver who came out to do business alone.

Wen Zhen smiled and took advantage of the fact that there was no one around and sneaked into the car and observed the furnishings inside. Sure enough, they were paired up in pairs and neatly. Even the tassels on the seam of the cushion were straight, usually long and short.

Wen Zhen took out his small scissors and carefully began to cut the tassels along the side, cutting from the first to the last, maintaining an insignificant inclination angle, which must cause the effect of "not seeing the wrong thing at a glance but not being on the same line, which will make the sensitive obsessive-compulsive disorder feel something is wrong but it will definitely not be discovered for a while."

After cutting the tassels, I chose a corner of the table and slowly polished it with a knife under one of the corners. The ground was so sharp that only a shallow part was connected to the tabletop, but it was absolutely invisible at a glance. Then I used a little glue to stick it to it.

As long as the carriage vibrates slightly, the corner of the table will fall off.

The silk curtains of the carriage also cut into subtle trapezoidal angles, cutting them inward and outward.

After measuring the seat, in the middle of the seat, lift the cushion, remove the seam under the cushion, and sprinkle pepper powder evenly into the cotton wool.

I don’t bring any needles and threads, but it’s not easy to find it underneath.

After doing all this, Wen Zhen dusted his sleeves and left calmly.

After a while she got out of the car, the coachman came out of the house, took a cloth bag, and drove the car away.

Wen Zhen waved the pepper shaker with a smile on his face.

After doing this ticket, it seemed that her luck had improved. She quickly found the right path and walked towards the Wen family.

On the other side, the coachman drove the carriage back to the gate of an exquisite villa. Someone was waiting at the door and said, "Why did you drive the car out by yourself?"

"I had a rock on the left wheel yesterday, and the bearing was a little crooked. You know, the master is very particular and can't see these things. I rushed to the cart shop at night to repair it and brought the customized cloth strip back. Don't worry, no one is approaching the car along the way."

The guard frowned and said, "Don't act like this in the future," and said, "Master thinks that the bed is too short, and you want to go back to the carriage and take a ride to sleep. Please wait."

The coachman responded with a bitter face, parked the car to the door, and took out the things in the cloth bag, but there were two pink purple cloth strips like a boat, a moon and a lotus root. The guard smiled and said, "It's been done. The master said that this thing is of great use, but it's uncomfortable to hang it alone, so he has to get a pair of them. I searched all over the town but couldn't find anything that could do it, and I didn't even know what it was. Thanks to you finding a clever tailor." While chatting, he entered the carriage and checked it carefully, and then came out again when he saw that there was no problem.

The coachman hung the two things one left and one right, shook his head and smiled, "This guy is very particular about facing each other, it's really..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw someone coming out of the room and quickly silenced.

A tall figure walked out of the house. The moon-colored cloak seemed to blend into the moon. The hands that were holding the cloak were slender, and the nails were as bright as diamonds.

He floated out like a wandering soul, and under his eyes was the blue-black who had severely lacked sleep because of the bed.

He floated into the car, glanced at the car, swept the carriage that was always neat and clean, and then lay straight on the extraordinarily wide seat and closed his eyes.

He lay down for a moment.

Sit up suddenly.

Turning around and looking around.

No clues were seen.

I went to bed again, but this time I couldn't close my eyes.

Something is wrong...what is wrong...

Something is wrong...

The curtains are flat and there are no wrinkles. The four corners of the table are straight and there are no marks. The cushions are as flat as mirrors, and even the tassels are neatly arranged...

Because I had not been able to sleep well for three nights after I recognized the bed, someone could only rest for a while after entering this confined space. But it was very strange tonight. Even though everything was normal, I always had a strange feeling, which made him feel like a ray of light on his back, feeling uncomfortable all over and could not fall asleep.

He lay down like a zombie for a long time. He was bored and a little annoyed, and his hands unconsciously followed the tassels one by one.

Go over... go over.

His hands suddenly stopped.

Stroke it again quickly.

Sit up suddenly.

He looked down at the cushion.

At a glance, he almost cursed.

Which one is an unethical bastard?

He sat up suddenly, and his movements were too big and knocked down the corner of the table.

With a click, the corner of the table fell.

At a glance, his mind was shocked, and a cold light flashed in his hand, and the corner of the table opposite also fell.

Then he brushed his sleeves and wanted to destroy the cushion.

The cushion was indeed broken into powder, but a layer of red fog rose up. He looked at it contemptuously - a trick. Since he had discovered that there was something wrong with the cushion, he had naturally held his breath.

Then he discovered that the back of his hands, his face, all the exposed skin, even his crotch...

They all started to get hot.

What's the matter!

He lifted the curtains and asked someone to get water. When he touched the curtains, he quickly retracted as if they were burned. This time he didn't dare to brush his sleeves. A cold light flashed and the curtains fell to the ground neatly.

Outside the carriage, the entourage and the coachman turned back in surprise - What's wrong with the carriage? Why is it shocked violently, what's the master doing inside?

A moment later, Yan Sui floated out of the carriage. When the follower saw it, why was it blue just now, but why is it a little red now?

What happened in the carriage?

The master's walking posture is a bit wrong.

Friction and friction the devil's pace.

Yan Sui floated back all the way, leaving a command that could hardly suppress his anger.

"Get water! I want to take a shower!"

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Back at the Wen family courtyard, I saw a star of lights in the yard from afar. Wen Zhen accelerated his pace and thought about how to edit the lyrics later.

Wen Zhen, Wen Zhenzhen, such a similar name, and has the same side before and after death. Is this a dark arrangement that will make her a person with similar magnetic fields finally a while?

I don’t know if those three will meet similar people and similar things.

Although I know it has nothing to do with me, the sentence before the lunatic left was always hanging in her heart like a curse.

Did she commit suicide by not noticing Wen Zhenzhen? Was she noticing the opportunity to save people after listening for too long?

I just took her life debt for nothing.

Damn psycho!

The lights in front suddenly went out.

Wen Zhen felt nervous for no reason, and pushed open the yard door in two steps. He pushed the door open and heard an ominous gurgle. Fortunately, the yard was narrow and three steps to go to the room. Before Wen Zhen could open the door, he had already pulled out a kitchen knife from his backpack.

The moment she entered the room, she raised her head and the next second the kitchen knife in her hand flew out.

Two crackling sounds, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was accompanied by Aunt Wen's voice.

Wen Zhen had time to breathe.

He threw the property he got from the Liu family onto the ground and rushed up to see. Sure enough, the two old men fell to the ground, covered in tears, and had a belt around their necks. Wen Zhen was considering whether to do artificial respiration, and subconsciously put his face closer.

There were night patrol soldiers passing by outside the house, and the light of the irritated wind lamp was faintly shining.

The girl's face seemed to be bright and bright on a pale white background, with pink and tender eyebrows, smiling eyes, her pupils were bigger and blacker than ordinary people, with slightly raised corners of her eyes, three points of joy and three points of bright peach blossoms.

The eyes of the old couple of Wen's family suddenly widened. Uncle Wen twitched violently, his throat muttered twice, his eyes rolled, his head tilted, and he fainted.

Aunt Wen was not much better. After trembling like a slapped, she suddenly screamed. Wen Zhen was afraid that she would get something wrong with her, so she reached out to help her, but she grabbed her wrist.

"Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen, are you back? Are you still worried?" Aunt Wen's face was pale and blue. Her fingers that held Wen Zhen's wrist kept trembling, so that her nails made a slight sound. "Did you blame your mother for agreeing to the Liu family's divorce? Did you blame your mother for not being able to set you a good coffin? Are you blamed...Maybe the weirdo buried you in a mass grave..." She looked at the red silk that Wen Zhen was wearing, and her face turned even worse, "You... are you still wearing red clothes..."

"No," Wen Zhen smiled and patted her hand that was afraid of her, and pulled her rough finger into her palm and rubbed it. "Look, it's hot, I'm not dead, I've crawled out of the grave. What about this clothes, God of Fortune looks pitiful to me, and borrowed it from me."

In the small temple not far away, the "God of Fortune" who was robbed was not finished crying, but suddenly beat him up.

Aunt Wen looked at her blankly, her eyes were confused and confused and fear intertwined. Wen Zhen covered her hands, but felt her palms and fingers getting colder. She pouted, touched her stomach, stood up, and said, "Didn't you have dinner? I'll get you something to cushion your stomach first."

Aunt Wen's eyes were even more shocked and she immediately shook her head. Wen Zhen ignored her and entered the kitchen next to her. She had been so hungry that she was close to her belly. Food was flying in her mind. When she saw Liu Shang's big white butt, she thought about the snow-white steamed buns.

She has two major problems: one is that she doesn’t bear hunger, and the other is that she wants to do something when she sees the stove. After all, the Wen family has contacted her and has also accepted her love. What’s wrong with having a meal?

The kitchen was empty, and after searching for a long time, I found some flour, a few scallions, some tofu and snow vegetables, a bowl of chicken soup without meat in the cabinet, and two bare beef bone sticks that were also naked.

But for Wen Zhen, it is perfect to have these.

"Don't flip around, don't mess up my kitchen!" Aunt Wen followed him, even though he was in a daze, he subconsciously wanted to defend his territory.

"No." Wen Zhen waved his hand with a smile, took the flour on his own, smashed the beef bone stick to get the bone marrow, and added the dough together with the chicken soup, boiled a pot of hot water to cool down. Wen Zhen started kneading the dough, and it was so close that Aunt Wen couldn't react even if she wanted to stop it. She leaned against the door frame and watched Wen Zhen kneading the dough, her eyes became more and more frightened. Wen Zhen kneaded the dough very well, and she looked very brisk in the flowing posture. She didn't seem to take much effort, but the dough quickly took shape. Her undulating shoulders and fingers seemed to have a rhythm, which made people feel dazed. She didn't understand how kneading dough could make people fascinated.

The dough quickly became a slight golden color, and it felt smooth and lustrous under the glimmer of light. Wen Zhen took the knife and snatched it for a few light sounds. The dough was cut into dough pieces of uniform thickness and size, and the dough pieces instantly became noodles of uniform length, thickness and thickness.

In the eyes of the aunt, she only saw a snow-colored sword light like a waterfall and rain. Suddenly, the tip of the knife was picked up, and the noodles fell into the pot where the hot water had boiled, floating and dancing in the bubbles of crab eyes, mixing the aroma of wheat and an indescribable strange and light fragrance that spreads instantly.

Aunt Wen murmured dumbly: "I really hate the kitchen the most and never cook..."

Wen Zhen seemed to have never heard of it. He took three bowls and quickly put some ingredients from the local ingredients. After taking a pair of chopsticks, he didn't know how to wrap it around. He wrapped the noodles around the chopsticks in a few seconds. He quickly stirred the cold water that had been prepared next to him, put it in the bowl, poured hot soup, sprinkled with green onions, and dripped a few drops of sesame oil.

The fragrance was originally hidden deep, but it was revealed by the skillful hands of the world.

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Beep—Little cake cooking skills are online——

I haven't been here for a few years and can't keep up with the times. There is no longer any previous Xiaoxiang backstage Qingqing quietly replied to messages and read data. All things are solved by one. The two backstages have different functions, half of the permissions are available, one can update but not reply to messages, one can reply to messages but not update, one can read data but not bundled accounts, and the other can bundled accounts and data is not clear... In addition, there are mobile versions, writer assistants, QQ Reading... I ran back and forth between the backstage and Ai Butt, so annoying that I couldn't write, let alone the introduction could not be changed on the day I opened the article, the cover was not displayed, the page cache was serious, the comments could not be posted, and the chapter order was incorrect... So I haven't posted messages recently, so it's hard for you to log in every day to see the cake...

Today is still a day when Xiao Tiantian has no name.
Chapter completed!