Chapter one hundred and thirty

... An hour later. Under the roof, Bai Mei was soft on the carved wooden chair, but his eyes were bright: "This war is the handle sent to the door by Chen Guo. If you play well, you can't say for sure, and you can win it together with Chen Guo." On the roof, Mo Yan frowned slightly, closed his eyes lightly and sighed: "I don't know what kind of bloody rain to stir up. Before that, we have to explain our own things clearly." ... Two hours later. Under the roof, Bai Mei drank a cup of tea, blinked, suddenly restrained his spirits and pouted miserably: "Hungry... Can you come here first today? Chen Guo can't always get it in one day?" On the roof, Mo Yan pressed his forehead, and a black dagger between his fingers turned fast, but his tone loosened: "It's good to know in my heart, and I still have to eat food. If you are hungry, some of you still have to settle accounts with me. Let's break up!" ... To say, in the past five years, the two people in the lower room of this room have become more and more tacit. It's a pity... the man who really should establish a tacit understanding with Bai Mei is still standing still. Anping Yanxuan's eyes stared with a somewhat imperial momentum, which made Bai Mei's heart jump. However, what he spit out made Bai Mei mourn: "How can you delay for rest when the state is in charge? Continue! No one is allowed to eat without a result today." The others obviously felt the same way. They didn't say much. They threw themselves back into the extremely warm atmosphere to discuss how to pull the banner of maintaining peace and justice in the country of Lin to destroy the prestige of Chen and seize the country of Chen. Perhaps it was because I didn't have time to eat breakfast and didn't rest at night. Bai Mei looked at all this, but suddenly he was in a trance. She suddenly missed Su Yan and the two lively children far away from her fief. At this time of year, the sun is fair, the children should have just eaten a bowl full of egg custard bibimbap, and Su Yan forced them to eat some fresh fried vegetables and pour a bowl of warm soup... Then, he was rushed to take a nap. Su Yan must have frowned again and spent a lot of time. Every time she's away, no one can hold down those two little guys. A small pink face always has a flat mouth and pretends to be pitiful: sleeping is boring, so play again ~ ~ ~ I can't be angry. I learned it all from her. Bai Mei often has a flat mouth and tears: I am so tired for my mother, just let me sleep for a while ~ ~ ~ Therefore, no matter who, I had to smile and shake my head, and coaxed her and him to bed. Then... I have to strip my clothes... Well, I always have no scruples about stripping my children's clothes. The bare, round and cute little buttocks are patted twice. The children will definitely not be afraid. They will only giggle and then... "White hou think of what? Smiling like that?" Suddenly, the question seemed to be far away, but Bai Mei was instantly pulled back to the sultry study. Bai Mei shook his heavy head, propped up his spirit and looked at Ningde, who was asking questions. He bent his eyes and replied: "I think of sauce pig elbow and saliva chicken, as well as egg custard, fried rice, barbecue, butterfly crisp..." ... After the silence, an embarrassing cough sounded to break the silence. Bai Mei opened a pair of big watery eyes in a daze and looked innocently at the gloomy Emperor Yan. Anping Yanxuan said: "All the Qing families should stay and have dinner together and talk while eating." So everyone got up and followed Emperor Yan. Bai Mei also stood up with the table, but his feet slipped, stumbled and fell back into the chair. King Ping an was closest to her, and Ben was also looking at her, so he could see her most clearly. He couldn't help frowning. He glanced at Anping Yanxuan, who seemed to be stepping outside the door without feeling anything. He lowered his voice and asked Bai Mei, "What's wrong with you?" Bai Mei blinked, shook his head, stood up again, flushed: "No problem, thank you for your concern..." "Do you think I am blind or stupid?" King Ping an was dissatisfied with this perfunctory. Bai Mei smiled wry and did not refuse the help of Ping an Wang without trace. He explained in a low voice: "In summer, the weather is sultry. If you wear and eat at home, it is fine. I often sit in such a stuffy room in formal attire. It is good to walk around after a while." Just in the summer heat, plus breakfast forgot to eat some hypoglycemia, got up a little anxious, and lost his mind... The King of Peace was stunned and said, "I gave you a piece of cold jade that year. Why didn't you wear it?" Uh... Bai Mei blinked, carefully recalled the failure, and had to answer: "Probably... is gone." "How can it not be here?" King Ping an asked. Bai Mei looked at his adopted mother, who had been estranged for a long time, and sighed helplessly: "Jiang Di was bitter at that time, but now it is prosperous. For today, I spent all my money..."