Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

Lin Zhai is not far away, in the east of Liangzhou City, where the rich and powerful people live. As soon as they entered Jiushi Alley, two rows of lush willows were gently swinging. The carriage of Sheng Jiayan and his party passed by, and the wheels rolled in the silent alley.

Xu Shi dimmed, and there were not many pedestrians in the alley. Meng Eqi occasionally lifted the curtain and could only see one or two merchants passing by carrying a pole. The voices of Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen could not be heard outside, and Sheng Jiayan leaned against the car wall and wondered what to think. The Lin family were sleeping together, next to each other.

If you have a family, should you be like this?

Meng Wanqi looked at Lin Jingxing, who was sandwiched between Yao Zhi and Lin Gaoshan. He was only 14 or 15 years old, and he didn't seem to care about his parents being hunted down. Even, the three of Lin's family didn't care much. Apart from hiring a rose garden to protect them all the way south, they should eat, sleep, and sleep.

Lin Gaoshan is not a greedy person. The spice shop he operated was once a royal merchant. After providing the royal family with spice for a few years, he accompanied his wife and children to settle in Liangzhou City, and did not want to get rich at all. Otherwise, if he wants a little more, it is okay to find a half-time job in the DPRK.

This time he was chased and killed, Lin Gaoshan laid down all his net worth and walked away. Meng Eqi felt that not everyone had such courage. After going to Vietnam to start from scratch, she admired Lin Gaoshan and his wife.

She didn't know why she was infected by the family's emotions, perhaps because they were not in danger, even if the situation was even more difficult, she didn't complain and still tried to live optimistically.

Meng Hao was staring at the Lin family's contemplation, and suddenly there was a cold touch in his hand.

She lowered her head and found a delicate, golden slender knife placed in her hands by Sheng Jiayan.

"I won't make a knife." Meng Hao said. She picked up the blade in her hand, only to feel that the heavy sword seemed to be as light as a cicada in her hand.

It really looks extraordinary.

Sheng Jiayan rationalized the cuff: "You will make it, by feeling."

Meng Qiqi no longer refused, and pinned the knife to his waist.

At this moment, the carriage bumped violently, and Meng Eqi accidentally nearly hit his head against the car wall. However, someone was a step faster than her, keeping her hand between her head and the car wall.

Sheng Jiayan was very close to Meng Eqi at this time, and the two people's faces almost touched their noses because of the bumps just now. Meng 萋 subconsciously widened her eyes and controlled her breathing. Sheng Jiayan's cold breath of mint covered her head.

And he didn't mean to move his body, so he looked directly at Meng Eqi's eyes. Sheng Jiayan's pair of deep black pupils seemed to have fire in the depths, gradually joining together, and there would be a prairie trend.

"Who! Who!" Lin Gaoshan, who was awakened by the bumps, sat up, a pair of sleeping misty eyes quickly glanced around.

However, the men did not see it, only saw that the killer was very close to the killer girl.

Lin Gaoshan's rough nerve directly asked: "What are you doing?"

Yao Zhi, who woke up at the moment of the bump, pretended to continue to rest with his eyes closed. Hearing such a stupid question from her husband, it was unbearable to sit up and gave Lin Gaoshan a slap in the back of his head: "Fool! Sleep your sleep."

Meng Eqi evaded in a panic, and Sheng Jiayan's whole shirt also receded and leaned back. Only Lin Gaoshan touched the back of his head, and he grumbled somewhat: "What's wrong with me."

At this time, the carriage once again violently bumped, and outside came the voice of Mo Chunfeng's vigilance: "Four Lords!"

As soon as his voice fell, countless arrows burst into the air, and then he nailed to the outer wall of the carriage to make a trembling sound.