Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 603 The Wife's Ugly Husband (62)

The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon the rainwater from the eaves outside the guest courtyard formed a straight line.

Ye Wushuang pushed open the window, and the raindrops that were blown obliquely by the wind fell on him.

Zhao Shaojun who stood in front of the window in the left side room also opened the window and saluted him from a distance. Ye Wushuang nodded. He noticed that Zhao Shaojun was also wearing a blue dress today, and the two of them seemed to be clashing.

Seeing something strange at a glance, he immediately covered the window, with a cold look on his face.

The rain didn't stop until evening, and the ground in the courtyard was full of mud. Ye Wushuang was afraid of getting his shoes dirty, so he never went out of the room from the beginning to the end, and just stayed in the room waiting for the night to come.

until evening.

He lay down early, and Zong'er was accompanying him to watch the night for him. He lay on the bed, covered by the bed curtain, took out something from his bosom, brought it to his mouth and swallowed it, and then put his hands on his lower abdomen. Close your eyes and doze off.

Sure enough, after a while, he heard a slight movement of the window paper that had been wetted by rain, and then a strange fragrance wafted into the room.

It's a magic drug, a drug that can make people weak in limbs and lose the power to resist, but it won't make people lose their minds. Obviously, the people here hope that he will be sober and humiliated.

Ye Wushuang held his breath, his eyes overflowing with coldness!

He has taken the antidote in advance, but he is still worried that he will be recruited.

Zong'er in the room had already fallen first, and there was no movement in the room for a while.

Shanshu's deliberately lowered voice came from the darkness: "Master, the person who released the smoke has been captured by his subordinates, but the real master has not come yet, Shanhua has already gone to carry the person in the next room."

"good!"

Ye Wushuang nodded, staring at Zong'er who seemed to have fallen into a coma softly on the couch, thoughtfully.

Not long after Shanshu's words fell, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and Shanhua walked in with a person on his shoulder.

Ye Wushuang got up from the bed and got off the ground, signaling Shanhua to put him on the bed, and then he jumped onto Shanhua himself.

It was dirty outside, and he didn't want to dirty his shoes and socks.

With her master behind her back, Shanhua turned around and entered the next room. Shanshu closed the door, woke up the smoker who had been briefly stunned by herself, and then jumped into the night and disappeared.

inside the house.

Zong'er stood up with a complicated face, tiptoed to the bedside, and lifted the bed curtain.

He saw that there was an abnormal blush on his face...

Ye Wushuang had a good sleep next door, and then early the next morning, he was woken up by a noisy sound mixed with a man's scream.

Cursing the corners of his lips, he slowly got up, put on his clothes leisurely, and walked out.

As soon as Pu pushed open the door, he saw a crowd that was almost packed around the door of the main room.

"What... what's going on?"

A woman's timid voice appeared in everyone's ears.

There was a "pop", which seemed to be a slap in the face.

Ye Wushuang calmly walked through the crowd and looked at the few people in the room.

Zhao Shaojun's face was full of hatred, he was the one who slapped that slap just now, and it was a disheveled and handsome woman who was slapped by him.

"I don't have a sister like you!"

Zhao Shaojun's eyes were red and his tone was choked up.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The man on the bed had disheveled hair, and his purple robe fell all over the floor. He was pulling the quilt and screaming hysterically.

It is Wang Zhejun.

"what's going on?"

Ye Wushuang opened his mouth with a condensed expression and a calm face.

"Bitch, what about Ye Wushuang, you bitch hurt me!!!"

As soon as Pu saw him, Wang Zejun raised the pillow in his hand like crazy and threw it at Ye Wushuang.

(End of this chapter)