Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 596 The Wife's Ugly Husband (55)

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing him like this, Wang Lin was terrified!
"Ah Lin, look at you, what are you doing with such an expression, it seems like I want to eat you, we have been in this mansion for so many years, when did I do something to apologize to you? My favorite is not bad, I, Wu Feng, have never looked for you, have I?"

Mr. Wu Bian smiled like a spring breeze,
"What exactly do you mean?"

The vigilance on Wang Lin's face was much less, and he looked at him with a trace of hesitation: "Why are you telling me this?"

"It's nothing, I just don't think we are enemies, Alin, you don't have to be on guard every time you see me, do you think besides Zhengjun, who else in the backyard does the wife-lord care about?"

What he said was the truth, and Wang Lin had no way to refute it.

"Then what does that have to do with what you say to me?"

"nothing!"

Mr. Wu Zejun shook his head and walked forward. Seeing this, Wang Lin hesitated for a moment and followed.

Not far ahead was Chu Xuan. Just as the two were about to separate, Mr. Wu Zhe picked up a wild flower on the side of the road, lowered his head and sniffed it lightly, and then said, "Alin, you know how to make a flower bloom like a flower?" Will it wither in the shortest possible time?"

"how?"

Wang Lin stopped, looked at the delicate and beautiful flowers in his hands, thoughtfully.

"Take it off, like this!"

As he spoke, he shook the flowers in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he threw the flower branch in his hand on the ground, "I'll go back first, it's Zhengjun's birthday, and his wife is sympathetic to the people in the backyard. Zhao Shaojun's confinement should also end."

After finishing speaking, he raised his feet and walked towards his residence, and walked to the flowers that he threw on the ground. He paused slightly, and then——

Under Wang Fangjun's surprised gaze, he raised his foot and stepped on the flower, and crushed it hard with the sole of his foot.

The flower juice was crushed out, and the petals instantly fell into mud.

Wang Lin looked at his receding back, thoughtfully.

He was originally a smart person, of course he would not be ignorant of Mr. Wu's obvious hint, but——

He was a little confused. In the past, Mr. Wu Zang seemed to disdain the drama of competing for favor in the backyard, but what happened now?

"What's wrong with Wu Chunsheng?"

He whispered something, not sure whether he was talking to himself or asking someone else.

"I think that Mr. Wu Zejun was taken over by Zhengjun as the head of the family. I feel unhappy. How can there be a person who has no desires and desires in this world? Even clay figurines are also very angry. I think that you are at this moment You don’t need to be wary of Mr. Wu, you and him are on the same front.”

Liansheng heard his whisper, took two steps forward and spoke.

"Of course I know this, but... what does he mean by mentioning Zhao Shaojun?"

Wang Lin actually felt that what Wu Zijun said made sense. He was indeed a little reckless today. He rushed ahead and shot the first bird. The last witchcraft incident had proved it, but he was really He was too anxious and angry. As long as he saw Bitch Ye's ugly and disgusting face, he couldn't control his anger.

"Let's go to Yuhua Pavilion!"

Turning his eyes, he changed his way to Yuhua Pavilion.

After all, it is not easy for him to do these things by himself. He has pawns to use, so of course he will not condescend to himself.

Needless to say, Wang Bianjun went to Yuhua Pavilion to find Zhao Shaojun for planning. After Wu Bianjun gave him some advice, he went straight back to his courtyard, with the servant Aqiao obediently following him.

As soon as Pu returned to the room and sat down, he took a sip from the teacup in the hand of the servant boy, and then told Aqiao, "Go and talk to me, it's time for her to show her sisterly affection."

"Here!"

A Qiao retreated in response, and Wu Zejun was holding the teacup, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

The flowers will wither and wither when they are picked, and a man who loses his virginity is equivalent to losing his life.

(End of this chapter)