That Xiang Fangbao led Meng Eqi to turn left and right, pointing at the scenery of Gao Mansion along the way, and introducing Meng Eqi about every plant and tree in the mansion like a half-master.
"Have you seen that new plant? My father bought it from Xiyi for a lot of money when Mrs. Gao was on her 60th birthday." When Fang Bao pointed at a peony in the garden for the eleventh time, spittle flew across the ground, Meng Eqi finally couldn't bear it any longer.
"Master Fang, aren't you going to go to Madam Gao to explain the tribute? If you don't go, I'll go back first if I have something else to do."
Meng Qiqi stopped, turned around and wanted to go back the same way. Fang Bao hurriedly stopped in front of her: "Miss Meng, don't get me wrong, Mrs. Gao is an aunt, so she has been in and out of Gao's mansion many times. This time, I just wanted to show the friendship of the landlord and show the girl to see the exotic flowers and plants in this garden. ."
Gao Lan's mother was his aunt, and Gao Lan had a marriage contract with him. Meng Eqi really couldn't understand this complicated relationship and didn't want to.
Then he still said coldly: "Thank you for your kindness, sir, and Hua also read it. If you want to come to Mrs. Gao as your aunt, I won't blame you."
Meng Eqi was blessed with a blessed body and hurriedly left.
Fang Bao was in a hurry and reached out and grabbed Meng Qiqi's wrist.
Meng Qiqi subconsciously grasped the treasured saber around his waist, but Fang Bao raised his hand without a trace and pushed the unsheathed handle back again.
The two were at a stalemate, Fang Bao looked at Meng Eqi's beautiful face that was a little panicked, and smiled kindly: "Miss Meng, you have never offended you in life, why are you so shy about life?"
Meng Qiqi didn't pay attention to what he said, just stared at his deep eyes. She was a little shocked. Fang Bao's skills were obviously a cultivator just now, but judging from the discussions of the people under the Gao Fu, this Fang Bao should clearly be an ignorant soft-footed shrimp.
Just now, Meng Qiqi wanted to draw out the knife subconsciously, but was stopped by Fang Bao's more agile skills. If Fang Bao had no martial arts skills, Meng Qiqi would definitely not believe it.
The two of them were a little closer, but Fang Bao lowered his voice and said, "Miss Meng, I have no ill intentions, you and I each take what we need, and no one should get in the way of anyone else, how are you?"
Meng Qiqi looked up at him: "What's the meaning of this?"
Fang Bao showed his white teeth and smiled very warmly: "I don't want to marry Gao Lan, you don't want Gao Lan to be close to your husband, isn't this what everyone needs?"
Meng Eqi pushed him away violently: "Who is my husband!?"
Fang Bao spread his hands: "It's not the man who came with you a few days ago. Although he is a wealthy man in the capital, he looks like the name of the emperor's relatives depending on how he dresses up."
Meng Eqi was dumbfounded, not expecting Fang Bao, who is known for his straw bags, to have such a discerning wink.
"He's not my husband, I'm just a servant girl he brought." After a long silence, Meng Eqi only stammered out such a sentence.
Fang Bao has his own goals, so he doesn't care what the relationship between Sheng Jiayan and Meng Eqi is. I saw him approaching Meng Qiqi two steps: "Gao Lan likes your son, so the first few **** always mentioned you to me intentionally or unintentionally, wanting me to haunt you, and then I will look for you. , but it doesn't really mean anything to you, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Since you know her malice, why do you follow her will?"
Fang Bao raised his hand slightly and startled away a colorful butterfly parked on Meng Qiqi's hairpin. The two of them were standing now. From a distance, they thought that Fang Bao was deliberately trying to please Meng Qiqi.
"What kind of thing is she?" Fang Bao's eyes crossed a trace of sarcasm, "I follow my own heart, after all, what's wrong with walking with a beauty? It's good for me and not harmful."
Meng Qiqi looked at him rather speechlessly.
Fang Bao looks like a cultured hooligan now.