Chapter 105 It has nothing to do with me
Gu was stopped.
A strong hatred burst out in his eyes instantly.
Why!
Why are these people just shameful to her!
She glared at Liu Wu who stopped her with resentment.
But soon, her eyes turned to Song Lan.
Yang Qing pulled someone hard, trying to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
After returning home, he could come back, lied that Gu was not clear-headed, so he made up a miserable story and took his youngest son back.
But if he continues to delay here and the child is brought over by the hawks and dogs in Jingzhao Mansion, he will jump into the Yellow River and can't explain it!
But unexpectedly, Gu suddenly threw him away.
"You won't advise me?"
Gu walked to Song Lan: "I'm afraid that I will be discovered later. What you said are all fake. Those two Is there no son among the children? "
Song Lan had a expressionless face.
"He is really nice to me..."
Gu's face looked sad: "He can wash my feet and pinch my shoulders. He is basically the one who cooks the work at home."
"He is different from other men!"< br>
"He treats me very well, my husband, he is a very good person." Gu's voice trembled: "Even on weekdays, the money earned from odd jobs will be handed over to Me."
"We once made a vow to be together, not seeking to live together, but seeking to die together..."
Under Gu's stubborn gaze, Song Lan indifferently spoke a few words : "It has nothing to do with me."
She saw Gu's life.
Go home with Yang Qing, Gu will undoubtedly die.
But these have nothing to do with her.
She didn't even have the interest to stay and see the two children.
Song Lan looked at her and her eyes were not white.
Anyway, if there are people from Jingzhao Prefecture here, things will always be properly resolved.
She still wants to find out the person who wrote a script that stigmatized her reputation.
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"Bilo! Fresh cherry Biluo!"
The shouting and hawking of the vendor Biluo was suppressed by the camel bells slowly swaying past him. Most of the past.
After finally overwhelmingly, I swayed and took away the camel bell. The vendor Biluo took a deep breath and was about to shout again, but the "bang bang" sound suddenly sounded around him.
The peddler carried a load on his shoulders, and walked along, knocking on the bamboo clapper in his hand: "Look, take a look! The fashionable fragrant powder from Jiangzhou... …”
The vendor Biluo was holding his breath and was very annoyed. He looked at the pick-up peddler who was walking slowly in front of his stall and almost rolled up his sleeves to drive him away.
The West City seems to have never been short of lively and bustling.
"Customer, your tea!"
Dr. Tea brought the lotus petal pattern tea cage and asked enthusiastically: "Do you need help roasting tea with your little wife and two men?"
< br>Song Lan raised his eyebrows: "Then it's a blessing."
Liu Wu and Pei Yuanshi naturally listened to Song Lan.
But both of them were a little twitching at this moment and wanted to ask what happened just now.
I also want to know why Song Lan didn't wait for the kidnapper and the child to be brought over.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read! "This is our tea sticker. You can also check it out for my wife and two husbands. If you are interested in keeping it, you might as well take it away later." Dr. Tea got it. The work is more realistic.
He smiled and handed three teas and pasted them.
Then he was quite sensible and did not say more, and quietly cooked tea on the side.
"I heard that Mengding Shihua is the head of tribute tea, which is not something that ordinary people can get."
Liu Wu held the teacup and muttered in a low voice: "This little tea stall is on this little tea stall. , can it be a serious and good tea? "
He didn't believe that such treasures among tea would appear in such a mixed place as West City.
But Song Lan insisted on trying this tea.
Obviously, the boy in the mansion said that this tea stall was not the one.
Although Liu Wu's muttering voice was not loud, he couldn't resist Dr. Cha and knelt on the side. It was hard not to hear it.
But he was tactful and did not interrupt, nor did he argue.
It has a bit of meaning: "The clear one is clear, and the turbid one is turbid."
It seems that it is silently saying: "If this tea is good or not, you will know after drinking it."
(This chapter ends)