The latter snorted coldly, spread out a piece of cloth on the spot, placed two jars of wine, and placed a piece of beef. Slowly and vividly, he tells the big play "The Twenty-Four Hours When Our Model Masters and Beautiful Bosses Disappeared". It is said that the listeners blocked the front and rear doors. The live broadcast just ended in three days.
When Shen Yiren came back again, she found that there were some inexplicable blessings in the eyes of others looking at her, while the eyes of Song Ou were a little more obvious, similar to the warmth of 'you have to be strong'.
After asking what happened, Song Ou became what he is now, and Shen Yiren had to be indifferent to Ming Fei.
It's a pity one by one
"Boss, do you know that the elbows in the north of the city are very different from those in the south of the city. First, the pigs are chosen differently. The taste in the north of the city is crisp..."
It seemed that Shen Yiren's indifference did no harm to him at all, and he was still cheerfully chatting with her about Elbow's information. Little did he know that under Shen Yiren's indifferent mask, the indignation that almost killed him with a sword.
This man who usually cares a lot about everything, but he is lacking in this matter, and he doesn't seem to notice these gossips at all.
This is a very accurate view for Ming Feizhen. Ming Fei really likes to read, and he never reads gossip magazines. But he also has a clear preference among his favorite black and white swords and pink swords. Especially like Jianghu anecdotes, legends and so on. For the emotional part, there is a lack of interest, and once I look at it, it is just a cheer for old readers.
Therefore, his performance at this moment made Shen Yiren want to strangle this wooden fish head to death, but in front of everyone, he still had to put on a cold expression of being unfamiliar with each other.
Shen Yiren never avoids suspicion towards his subordinates, and doesn't care what others say. At this moment, the person standing beside her was Tang Ye. She wouldn't even blink an eye, and she would even roar to frighten the others who were whispering at them.
Only because this person is not true, she has a little 'shaking'.
It seems that from that day, from the day he swore to himself, the wavering appeared. In the depths of the heart lake, ripples kept rising.
It's like Ming Feizhen can't be as calm as before after showing part of himself to her. After knowing more 'Ming Feizhen', Shen Yiren is not as relaxed as she looks. You can also treat him as an ordinary subordinate in the past.
Human emotions are very wonderful. With too much contact, more 'ideas' are bound to be born in the heart.
The more you want to see clearly, the closer you get, and the closer you get, the more unable to extricate yourself.
Shen Yiren pried open Ming Feizhen's past, and at the same time, she also knew that she would no longer be able to look at him with the same eyes as the past.
Whether this wave of shaking will become a thread of love, no one knows at this moment.
However, Shen Yiren knew that this rumor was unstoppable for her at this time. So it must be avoided. Just thinking about it, Ming Feizhen suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Boss.
Shen Yiren hurriedly stopped, but still said coldly: "Why did it stop suddenly?"
Ming Fei looked at Shen Yiren strangely: "Your reaction is weird. I'm embarrassed to say that I'm making a cold joke, but you don't even take out the inkstone. I know you've been busy recently, so you don't have to be busy even walking. It's time to think about business."
Shen Yiren pretended not to hear, and continued to step forward: "...This is none of your business.
Ming Feizhen followed: "Then what do you think? Tell me."
"None of your business."
"What did you eat that night?"
"None of your business."
"Hey, don't be so perfunctory when you refuse people. You always use the same sentence. Look at it with another sentence.
Shen Yiren paused a little hesitantly, and seemed to compromise: ...It's none of your business. "
Who knew this scumbag would actually laugh out loud.
"So you're fine. I've been worried about whether you've been possessed by some evil spirit, and you can still speak swear words."
Although what he said was full of unreliability, there was something that was enough to upset Shen Yiren. Whether it was his tone or words, he was full of 'concern' for Shen Yiren. Seeing his relieved smile, Shen Yiren's heart suddenly beat faster.
This guy really can't be careless!
"You...you walk behind me, walk next to me, and let people see how decent you are." The tone was no longer cold, although tough, there was a kind of savageness that erupted for some unknown reason. This kind of tone is very rare in Shen Yi's mouth.
Ming Feizhen listened stunnedly: "Oh, oh, I'll go behind." He really couldn't figure it out, and he folded his hands and pondered.
Finally, the talkative guy calmed down, and Shen Yiren breathed a sigh of relief. As long as you go to the prison, the task is completed, and it is not far away.
Shen Yiren held his head high, and walked forward with Ming Feizhen under the eyes of everyone, without wavering at all. When he finally got to the place, Shen Yiren turned around slightly to greet him, but suddenly discovered one thing. Ming Feizhen folded his arms and stared straight at her back. According to Deputy Governor Shen's vision measurement, the range of his eyes should be between her back and thighs of Miss Shen.
He suddenly felt numb in his waist, and he could almost imagine that his eyes just now saw the bee's waist from the slender jade back, and then saw the delicate two petals. Playing the pear buttocks of her hands, Xue Tu was hot and red, as if a touch of sunset light dazzled her jade muscles, just like the beauty of Xiao Xue when it was first clear.
As soon as she thought of this, her feet suddenly slipped, and Ming Fei really wanted to go up to pet her, but she actually walked quickly and stood firm on her own strength.
"It's okay!" The voice remained cold.
"You, you, you don't come here, be honest."
"Oh oh.'
But after realizing his gaze, she felt as if there was an invisible big hand gently rubbing her back, and when she felt a little itchy, she rubbed her hot slender waist lightly. The warmth of the palm and the broadness of the palm unexpectedly overlapped with the palm of the young man behind him in the memory. Obviously, I don't remember when he touched it like this.
As a result, he became more and more concerned about the eyes behind him, and the more he walked, the more unsettled he became.
Shen Yiren couldn't stand it any longer, and couldn't help but look back and said angrily.
"Let you be fine, you, why are you making trouble
Ming Feizhen: "Huh
But seeing Shen Yiren's blushing face, he felt as if something had happened. Don't dare to speak back.
Shen Yiren said arrogantly.
"You, you always walk behind me, like this... Anyway, what kind of decency are you!"
"How can you be a president anyway!
"Don't go ahead of me yet."
Ming Feizhen: "I#* %@#@**#"
The play hasn't ended yet, but the two have already reached their destination.
They came to the center of the main garden, which was two rows of houses, nothing special. But there was a big man sitting in the front.
He is burly and arrogant, his eyes are sharp, and his scattered growth reveals the toughness that has been weathered by wind and sand. When I saw him, I knew that this person must be a warrior of the Northern Kingdom, with such a temperament.
The man smiled gently: "Brother Ming, Miss Shen, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Hello, Brother Bodhi.
Shen Yiren also nodded and said, "Hello, Mr. Yuying.
This person is Bodhi Aples.
The wing behind him has been converted into a prison. One thousand prisoners of the Luo family are imprisoned.