"OK, just go in and have a look by yourself." She replied casually, but found that the expression on Huoxiao's face was a little uncomfortable.

"What's the matter? Haven't you reconciled with Fang Yu?" She was a little confused.

Huo Xiao sighed, and his words seemed to blame himself.

"I think the reason why she did it regardless of life and death was for me?"

Although he was carrying the Huo family's revenge, he didn't want to drag his father and mother into the water.

In his opinion, they have wasted half their life. The rest of the time should not be as persistent in hatred as he is, but should live a good life.

It was his responsibility. He was willing to bear it, but he didn't want his mother to almost die here.

"So you know." Instead, Lin Mengya breathed a sigh of relief for Aunt Fang.

Aunt Fang must have done this because she didn't want to see her son work too hard.

But more importantly, aunt Fang wants to seek justice for herself and the people she loves and cares about.

She stood on tiptoe and patted Huo Xiao on the shoulder.

"I think you are all thinking about each other. If so, you should understand and cooperate with each other."

"If I were you, I would go in now and tell her all my plans, and then let her tell you all her heart, and then you two work together."

In these aspects, Lin Mengya thinks she has a voice.

What I fear most is that two people have their own thoughts. Obviously, they are all for the good of each other, but in the end, because they don't say or ask, there are many misunderstandings. In the end, they may delay the best opportunity.

She had done such a foolish thing before she had a tacit understanding with long Tianyu.

Now, although they both perform their respective duties, they know each other well, at least they won't do anything that makes both sides misunderstand.

Of course, except for the occasional brain pumping of long Tianyu.

Huoxiao listened to her words, pondered carefully, and felt more and more reasonable.

"It seems you are right." He can't admit it. In fact, it feels good for someone to bear it with him.

He looked a little relaxed. When he was about to go into the house, someone took a step ahead of him.

"Dad?" He looked at Uncle Huo suspiciously.

The latter frowned and his expression was very serious.

Huo Xiao didn't understand what he meant, but Lin Mengya's heart was already "cluttering", so he quickly laughed with her and ran away.

Uncle Huo obviously meant to settle accounts one after another!

When is it better not to run at this time?

She smeared oil on the soles of her feet quickly, and a moment later, uncle Huo suddenly asked angrily from the yard: "you and your mother are really good. You don't know to talk to me in advance about such a big thing!"

Huo Xiao: "Dad, I swear I didn't know before. I negotiated with my mother. It's obviously not this..."

"OK! You dare to discuss big things behind your father's back. OK! Smelly boy, wait for me!" Huo Shuyue became more and more angry.

"Dad, Dad! Mom, mom, you have a fair word. I'm really wronged!" Huoxiao can't laugh or cry now.

He knew why Gong Ya slipped so fast and made trouble for a long time. She had expected that his father would be angry and beat him up!

......

"Lord Gong, my master wants to invite you to talk."

Lin Mengya, who just escaped from Uncle Huo, was surprised

Met Zhao Gulian's attendant Zhao Qing.

Compared with before, Zhao Qing was a little more polite to her, but there was something in her eyes, which made her a little uncomfortable.

Lin Mengya doesn't like Zhao Gulian.

Bai Jing is hateful, but Zhao Gulian is definitely not innocent.

"I don't know your master. I have nothing to say. Please go back."

She refused impolitely, which surprised Zhao Qing.

According to him and Zhao Gulian, although the Gong family has accumulated a lot of wealth, their foundation in the ancient family is still shallow. Otherwise, they would not choose to stay at Zhao Yixuan's house.

Xu is interested in Zhao Yixuan's position in the ancient family, so he will curry favor with Zhao Yixuan and his wife.

Yes, in Zhao Gulian's eyes, Lin Mengya is fawning on their Zhao family.

Compared with Bai Jinglai, maybe Zhao Gulian thinks more, but similarly, he always lives in such an extremely xenophobic area of the ancient nationality, so that he can never recognize the outside situation.

Too closed life gives them blind self-confidence and makes them always immersed in the pride of being superior to others.

In this regard, Lin Mengya is not going to dream with them.

She could see that these people were unworthy of her politeness.

On the contrary, the more polite she is, the better the other person's self feeling is.

In this way, she might as well give up their thoughts on themselves directly.

She turned and left, but Zhao Qing was a little worried. She went straight to pull her arm, "you can't go!"

Who knows, the next second, a long sword came.

He touched Zhao Qing's fingertips and landed at his feet, which startled him.

"It seems that you don't want your hand."

The cold warning frightened Zhao Qing into a palpitation.

He couldn't help but look at long Tianyu walking slowly with some amazement and awe.

"Why are you here?" Lin Mengya looked at each other unexpectedly.

Since he came back from the yard, he has been invited away by his men.

It's probably to deal with some very important things. Originally, Lin Mengya thought he wouldn't come back tonight, but she didn't want to be so early.

Long Tianyu came to her and took the small medicine box on her shoulder.

"If I don't come back, I don't know someone dares to beat that Baotian, which will embarrass my wife."

He looked at Zhao Qing.

The latter was frightened by the cold in his eyes. At this time, let alone looking at it, he didn't even dare to raise his head. He could only pray secretly. It's best for the other party to keep him alive.

"Go back and tell your master that my wife can't be moved by anyone. If he wants to see my wife, let him come by himself."

With that, he took Lin Mengya away with no mercy.

Until they left for a long time, Zhao Qing covered his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.

But there was a deep fear in his eyes.

It was not because of his agility that he was able to hide just now.

But before that, he felt a sense of killing.

Like a bone shaving knife, he felt uncomfortable from top to bottom, from inside to outside.

Fortunately, he wanted to be timid. Otherwise, the sword would not be inserted on the ground, but directly take his life!

For a moment, Zhao Qing's face became dark.