Zhang Yang blushed a little and lowered his head and said, "I am not so lucky to receive the teachings of the teacher."

As he said that, he looked up at the little boy who was curiously looking at him and continued, "On weekdays, Mr. Beizhu entrusted Aunt Zhu who took care of Meidan, and was his neighbor."

The eyebrows moved.

It turned out that it was inappropriate from clues, so I found it myself, a person who admired it?

Zhang Yang asked seriously: "Miss should not be a local from Wuxing. I'm asking for advice. Will the lady stay here for a long time?"

Chen Zhuo smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid I'll leave in more than ten days."

Zhang Yang frowned slightly.

Chen Zhuo looked at him in a difficult situation and remembered what he had just said and was about to leave in a day or two. He suddenly realized: "Mr. Zhang is worried that Aunt Zhu will leave this child as he is today?"

Zhang Yang sighed and nodded, "Aunt Zhu has a grandson after the New Year, and I'm afraid he doesn't care much about the erotic life now. He is still young and Mr. Beizhu is favored on weekdays and is not very good at doing rough work. It will take at least three or two months for me to come back. I'm worried about him..."

Zhang Yang reached out and held Xiao Tong Meidan in his arms, and rubbed the horn on the top of his head with some reluctance.

Chen Zhuo chuckled: "It's okay." So he looked at Fushun and pointed: "My coachman, Uncle Shun, is a local from Wuxing. He will stay. After I leave, he will come to see the child the next day. What does Teacher Zhang think?"

Zhang Yang was overjoyed and said yes repeatedly. He quickly turned around and told Fushun: "Mr. Beizhu has rules, and no disciples are allowed to be admitted to the hospital. Don't go in. Just bring him some food and drink every time. This child has eaten well with Mr. Beizhu since he was a child and is greedy. You have to bring him meat..."

The sharp and arrogant person who was as evident as wealthy as Chen Zhuo on the street was completely beaten up and turned out to be a nagging uncle.

After the explanation was made, Zhang Yang did not stop for a long time. He simply raised his hand and bowed to Chen Zhuo: "This favor is something that Zhang owed. When Zhang returns from his hometown to worship his ancestors, he will naturally express his gratitude. Now I will say goodbye."

He bowed his chin and bowed his knees to greet him.

Zhang Yang touched Meidan's Yajiao again and left on his own.

Chen Zhuo looked at his swaying back with his big sleeves, suddenly remembered his father, bent his mouth and looked back at Meidan: "I came from the capital. Mr. Beizhu has an old friend, so I asked me to send a letter to Mr. He. Since Mr. He is not here, please transfer it."

After saying that, he signaled Aunt Zeng to take the box from the bag, open it, take the letter, and hand it to Meidan.

After thinking about it, he took back the letter, wrapped the bag and handed it over and said, "You have oil on your hands. If you have oil, you will be scolded by your husband."

Meidan blushed again after her words and said annoyedly: "Do you care about me!"

Chen Zhuo looked at him with a smile: "I dare not."

Mei Dan angrily snatched the bag from Aunt Zeng's hand, turned around and entered the yard; closed the yard door with a slam, and inserted the latch into the door; turned around, and ran into the room in front of the four people on the sparse bamboo fence; and then closed the door with a clang, and raised the tender childish voice and said loudly: "Send out for guests!"

Fushun and Aunt Zeng couldn't help but chuckled.

Chen Zhuo also smiled and shook his head, sighing: "This child is really spoiled."

I think when she was a child, although she was like Meidan, she would subconsciously change the topic as if nothing had been answered when she encountered any questions she could not answer, but she did not have the confidence that she had.

Linglong had no affection for the little boy at all. She snorted, curled her lips, and muttered: "Be arrogant because of her favor!"

Then he helped Chen Zhuo back to the car and said with a frown: "But, sir is not here, what should I do?"

Will the master blame the lady if he doesn't ask for someone back?

Chen Zhuo turned his head and looked at Zhang Yang's direction away, and smiled slightly: "This gentleman is not here, but he left his name specifically."

This person is careful and considerate and dares to take advantage of the situation. He is not vulgar and better than nothing.

Fushun immediately understood that Chen Zhuo fell in love with Zhang Yang and planned to look for him, but why did Miss Jingzhi look for such a person?

When he put down the curtain, Chen Zhuo saw Fushun's thoughtful face.

There was no one in the world, and it was unexpected that he would reveal it. Chen Zhuo smiled and said, "My father wants to teach me the world, but it is not enough for a female master. Therefore, when I come back this time, I must invite a teacher to go back."

Fushun suddenly realized, smiled and nodded: "Yes, the minister loves the lady, it is natural."

Chen Zhuo'er nodded: "Uncle Shun, it's better to meet me by chance than to invite me. Let's take a few steps and go and talk to Zhang Yang."

Fushun quickly agreed, and used force to swing a whip flower with his wrist. With a snap, he shouted, and the horse immediately accelerated its pace.

Chen Zhuo Duan was sitting in the car.

However, just a few steps away, a group of people came from the other side of the road.

Fushun was startled and turned around and whispered: "Miss, someone is here to find Mr. again."

Chen Zhuo heard it in the car, narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned forward, reached out and gently lifted the curtain a small gap, looked out, and whispered: "Don't panic."

Fushun nodded, his expression remained motionless, and leaned against the road.

Fortunately, it was a three-way intersection, otherwise the mountain road would be narrow and the two carriages might not have been able to drive it wrongly.

There were about a dozen people coming from the opposite side, holding a carriage in front of them, dressed simply and looked ordinary. At first glance, I thought it was an ordinary wealthy family traveling.

However, the dress of those people was shocked by Shen Zhuo's eyes.

The two people riding a horse, a short fat man with small eyes and big mouth, seemed to be just an ordinary rich man, but the jade belt on his waist and the skill of gold and jade was the unique skill of Long Fusheng, the capital city.

Another strong man with an ordinary appearance was a guard at first glance, but his boots were made of tribute Songjiang thick cotton cloth!

Chen Zhuo's eyes fell on the carriage, and his hands unconsciously picked up the curtain a little.

The carriage is the most common, almost exactly the same as the one I was riding in Wuxing Street, and it is almost the same as the wealthy families.

But the groom sitting on the shaft was staring at Fushun with a nervous look on his face, and kept turning back and saying something.

What is he worried about?

The colder the expression is.

The next moment, the curtain of the carriage suddenly picked up!

A handsome and handsome boy's face was revealed with a clear edge and angular appearance!

That face...

That face that is always impatient, the eyes that look at you disgustedly, the thin lips that spit out "Idiot, Bastard", and the hands that push themselves to the ground and cause them to have miscarriage, the contempt, contempt, and irritable expressions...

This is the dream...that person!

Chen Zhuo suddenly felt a sense of anger in his heart, and his eyes gradually became red.

With a loud noise, she pulled the curtain open and looked straight at the boy

"Why are you?"
Chapter completed!