Chapter 1064： You have to do all the drama

"Yeah?"

Xiang Minghou didn't notice it, and in a blink of an eye, a plate of meatballs went into his mouth.

Fu Cheng almost burst into tears when he saw it. It turned out that the person who made the owner willing to be a concubine was the Black Rakshasa...

They, Bai Muxun, have been following the Black Rakshasa since a few years ago. He only knew that the owner of the hall had a good relationship with the Black Rakshasa, but he did not expect that they had such a relationship.

Why is it that Black Rakshasa looks worse than him? How come his daughter is so beautiful?

I'm jealous…

If he had a daughter, would she also be so beautiful?

The more Fu Cheng looked at it, the more he felt sour. He was so sour. His concubine was beautiful and his daughter was stunning. It was no wonder that the murderous Rakshasa became gentler.

 He raised his hand to scratch his face, picked up the cash deposit slips, and started counting them while kneeling.

“Prince Wan didn’t know what kind of deal he had reached with Beili’s vanguard, but they actually came to help.” He mentioned it to Marquis Ming.

Ye Qianning: "Prince Wan is the savior of Master Fu. It would be better if we work together to save our lives. Otherwise, it would be too obvious to let him go."

Hearing this, Marquis Xiang Ming looked up at her and then at Fu Cheng, who was counting the money.

Hua Qiao Xinghua didn’t hear anything wrong.

Fu Cheng, who was counting the money, heard it. He could feel the sight of Black Rakshasa when he lowered his head, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

“Yes, Fu Guzhu.” Ye Qianning said again.

"What the eldest lady is saying, Prince Wan is nothing. If the eldest lady wants to take action, there is no need to worry." Fu Cheng had known this and had just run away.

“No, no, no, we will never let Master Fu fall into a situation of repaying kindness with enmity, Master Fu, don’t worry.”

"Forehead…"

Fu Cheng didn't know how to answer the call for a while, and the taste of the words always felt a little wrong.

Ye Qianning looked away and had a plan in mind: "Dad, I heard that the people in Beili also hired killers, right?"

"Um."

“Then let the killer hired by Beili go.”

Xiang Minghou calmed down and understood her intention: "Okay, I'll go take a look."

Passing by Fu Cheng, he picked up his collar and carried it out.

“Spare your life, spare your life…”

Fu Cheng's voice like killing a pig gradually faded away.

Hua Qiao shook her head helplessly: "In addition to clearing the accounts, Master Fu is a very thick-skinned person."

"Thick-skinned, clean accounts, and good at spending money, not bad." Ye Qianning lacked such a person.

"how?"

“After Baimuxun closes the school, I don’t know if he would like to go to Beili to play.” Ye Qianning held her chin with her small hand.

“Beili?”

“What can he do in Beili?”

Hua Qiao and Xinghua were both stunned.

Ye Qianning: "At this time, Beili's treasury is extremely empty. If someone is taken advantage of, wouldn't it be easy to become a victim?"

Not a businessman, just a nouveau riche.

Be tactful in doing things, enjoy it, and spend money!

Hua Qiao knew that Ye Qianning planned to go to Beili, but she didn't know in what way. Beili's capital city was full of muddy water, both in terms of government affairs and business.

If, as she said, she entered a wealthy and powerful country at this time...

“I’m going to find the owner of the library right now.” Hua Qiao stood up.

“My aunt is not in a hurry for this moment.”

Ye Qianning still has to wait to go to Beili, but people like Fu Guanzhu can enter at any time.

What's more, people are now going to perform a major event of sacrificing one's life to save justice, and the relationship may be reversed.

The museum is still lively, with the fourth floor being the quietest.

The blond woman who lived in Room 17 seemed to be frightened. She kept sobbing and crying, mumbling strange words in her mouth.

Shadow Guard has had goosebumps all over his body since he heard it at midnight yesterday.

If it weren't for a living person, he would have felt like a siren was deceiving people...

“Master.”

The shadow guard comes in.

"Have you found it?" Xi Liuyuan asked calmly.

Shadow Guard knelt down and said, "This subordinate is incompetent. Please punish me, Master."

"Even you can't get in. It seems that Baimu Xun's century-old heritage is not a lie."

…—

"Yeah?"

Xiang Minghou didn't notice it, and in a blink of an eye, a plate of meatballs went into his mouth.

Fu Cheng almost burst into tears when he saw it. It turned out that the person who made the owner willing to be a concubine was the Black Rakshasa...

They, Bai Muxun, have been following the Black Rakshasa since a few years ago. He only knew that the owner of the hall had a good relationship with the Black Rakshasa, but he did not expect that they had such a relationship.

Why is it that Black Rakshasa looks worse than him? How come his daughter is so beautiful?

I'm jealous…

If he had a daughter, would she also be so beautiful?

The more Fu Cheng looked at it, the more he felt sour. He was so sour. His concubine was beautiful and his daughter was stunning. It was no wonder that the murderous Rakshasa became gentler.

 He raised his hand to scratch his face, picked up the cash deposit slips, and started counting them while kneeling.

“Prince Wan didn’t know what kind of deal he had reached with Beili’s vanguard, but they actually came to help.” He mentioned it to Marquis Ming.

Ye Qianning: "Prince Wan is the savior of Master Fu. It would be better if we work together to save our lives. Otherwise, it would be too obvious to let him go."

Hearing this, Marquis Xiang Ming looked up at her and then at Fu Cheng, who was counting the money.

Hua Qiao Xinghua didn’t hear anything wrong.

Fu Cheng, who was counting the money, heard it. He could feel the sight of Black Rakshasa when he lowered his head, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

“Yes, Fu Guzhu.” Ye Qianning said again.

"What the eldest lady is saying, Prince Wan is nothing. If the eldest lady wants to take action, there is no need to worry." Fu Cheng had known this and had just run away.

“No, no, no, we will never let Master Fu fall into a situation of repaying kindness with enmity, Master Fu, don’t worry.”

"Forehead…"

Fu Cheng didn't know how to answer the call for a while, and the taste of the words always felt a little wrong. Ye Qianning looked away and had a plan in mind: "Dad, I heard that the people in Beili also hired killers, right?"

"Um."

“Then let the killer hired by Beili go.”

Xiang Minghou calmed down and understood her intention: "Okay, I'll go take a look."

Passing by Fu Cheng, he picked up his collar and carried it out.

“Spare your life, spare your life…”

Fu Cheng's voice like killing a pig gradually faded away.

Hua Qiao shook her head helplessly: "In addition to clearing the accounts, Master Fu is a very thick-skinned person."

"Thick-skinned, clean accounts, and good at spending money, not bad." Ye Qianning lacked such a person.

"how?"

“After Baimuxun closes the school, I don’t know if he would like to go to Beili to play.” Ye Qianning held her chin with her small hand.

“Beili?”

“What can he do in Beili?”

Hua Qiao and Xinghua were both stunned.

Ye Qianning: "At this time, Beili's treasury is extremely empty. If someone is taken advantage of, wouldn't it be easy to become a victim?"

Not a businessman, just a nouveau riche.

Be tactful in doing things, enjoy it, and spend money!

Hua Qiao knew that Ye Qianning planned to go to Beili, but she didn't know in what way. Beili's capital city was full of muddy water, both in terms of government affairs and business.

If, as she said, she entered a wealthy and powerful country at this time...

“I’m going to find the owner of the library right now.” Hua Qiao stood up.

“My aunt is not in a hurry for this moment.”

Ye Qianning still has to wait to go to Beili, but people like Fu Guanzhu can enter at any time.

What's more, people are now going to perform a major event of sacrificing one's life to save justice, and the relationship may be reversed.

The museum is still lively, with the fourth floor being the quietest.

The blond woman who lived in Room 17 seemed to be frightened. She kept sobbing and crying, mumbling strange words in her mouth.

Shadow Guard has had goosebumps all over his body since he heard it at midnight yesterday.

If it weren't for a living person, he would have felt like a siren was deceiving people...

“Master.”

The shadow guard comes in.

"Have you found it?" Xi Liuyuan asked calmly.

Shadow Guard knelt down and said, "This subordinate is incompetent. Please punish me, Master."

"Even you can't get in. It seems that Baimu Xun's century-old heritage is not a lie."

"Yeah?"

Xiang Minghou didn't notice it, and in a blink of an eye, a plate of meatballs went into his mouth.

Fu Cheng almost burst into tears when he saw it. It turned out that the person who made the owner willing to be a concubine was the Black Rakshasa...

They, Bai Muxun, have been following the Black Rakshasa since a few years ago. He only knew that the owner of the hall had a good relationship with the Black Rakshasa, but he did not expect that they had such a relationship.

Why is it that Black Rakshasa looks worse than him? How come his daughter is so beautiful?

I'm jealous…

If he had a daughter, would she also be so beautiful?

The more Fu Cheng looked at it, the more he felt sour. He was so sour. His concubine was beautiful and his daughter was stunning. It was no wonder that the murderous Rakshasa became gentler.

 He raised his hand to scratch his face, picked up the cash deposit slips, and started counting them while kneeling.

“Prince Wan didn’t know what kind of deal he had reached with Beili’s vanguard, but they actually came to help.” He mentioned it to Marquis Ming.

Ye Qianning: "Prince Wan is the savior of Master Fu. It would be better if we work together to save our lives. Otherwise, it would be too obvious to let him go."

Hearing this, Marquis Xiang Ming looked up at her and then at Fu Cheng, who was counting the money.

Hua Qiao Xinghua didn’t hear anything wrong.

Fu Cheng, who was counting the money, heard it. He could feel the sight of Black Rakshasa when he lowered his head, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

“Yes, Fu Guzhu.” Ye Qianning said again.

"What the eldest lady is saying, Prince Wan is nothing. If the eldest lady wants to take action, there is no need to worry." Fu Cheng had known this and had just run away.

“No, no, no, we will never let Master Fu fall into a situation of repaying kindness with enmity, Master Fu, don’t worry.”

"Forehead…"

Fu Cheng didn't know how to answer the call for a while, and the taste of the words always felt a little wrong.

Ye Qianning looked away and had a plan in mind: "Dad, I heard that the people in Beili also hired killers, right?"

"Um."

“Then let the killer hired by Beili go.”

Xiang Minghou calmed down and understood her intention: "Okay, I'll go take a look."

Passing by Fu Cheng, he picked up his collar and carried it out.

“Spare your life, spare your life…”

Fu Cheng's voice like killing a pig gradually faded away.

Hua Qiao shook her head helplessly: "In addition to clearing the accounts, Master Fu is a very thick-skinned person."

"Thick-skinned, clean accounts, and good at spending money, not bad." Ye Qianning lacked such a person.

"how?"

“After Baimuxun closes the school, I don’t know if he would like to go to Beili to play.” Ye Qianning held her chin with her small hand.

“Beili?”

“What can he do in Beili?”

Hua Qiao and Xinghua were both stunned.

Ye Qianning: "At this time, Beili's treasury is extremely empty. If someone is taken advantage of, wouldn't it be easy to become a victim?"

Not a businessman, just a nouveau riche.