A piece of paper

There are many points of anger in the whole scene. The point where the teaching director surnamed Zhong of Longchuan Xi Sandaokou Xuanzhi Vocational and Technical College became angry was unexpectedly revealed by Xian Jin.

But Xianjin expressed his understanding.

"Director Zhong."

After the storm, only Xian Jin dared to speak nonsense.

After finishing the mouth opening, Xian Jin realized that he had been slapped. He coughed lightly and said in a deep voice, "Let Brother Zheng drag this man to the fodder warehouse first. Although there are not many people now, he has broken the rules. Don't Let others find out."

Director Zhong, oh no, Manager Zhong nodded angrily, grabbed the frightened Qiu Dihuang, and told Xian Jin with practical actions that she could drag this guy away by herself without Brother Zheng.

Rage can make Ultraman grow bigger, and it can also turn Director Zhong into Godzilla.

Chen Sanlang kept covering his face with the quilt, his whole body was shivering, and he could not help but make strange noises.

Xian Jin casually put the oil lamp on the small side table beside him, twisted his neck, moved his wrist, pulled off the quilt that Chen Sanlang was using to cover his face, struck with his elbow, turned over and twisted, and Chen Sanlang was instantly taken away. Saburo's right arm was backhand against his left hand.

Xian Jin viciously pressed Chen Sanlang's head with his knee, and pressed his knee against the side of his face. He held a dagger in his right hand and pressed it tightly against Chen Sanlang's fair face. His voice was venomous, "Bai Dalang is dead, guess what?" who is the next?"

Chen Sanlang let out a "squeak" and shouted, "It hurts, it hurts!" It hurt even more than when it had just bloomed!

The arm is almost broken!

The neck is about to break!

His face was almost scratched!

This is all physical, he can bear it; the psychological harm to him is even greater - in the dark, a woman with a bloody face bursts into the door, the smell of blood is thick all over her body, and she doesn't even have time to hold a blood-stained hand. Wiping the dagger, he asked him to guess who would die next! ! !

He is still in the sage hour! Still thinking about it! Still brewing! Not only is the dog's guts about to be scared to death, but the dog's balls are about to be scared to death!

who is the next!

Love so and so!

It can’t be him anyway!

Chen Sanlang burst into tears all of a sudden, with tears streaming down his face, "Sister! Auntie! Grandma! Ancestor! Although I am unfilial, there is no need to die just because I sleep with a man!"

Xianjin squinted his eyes and frowned, and thrust the dagger blade in, "What do you mean?"

Does Bai Dalang's appearance have nothing to do with Chen Sanlang?

Chen Sanlang cried, "What do I mean? This is really my first time."

Show gold: "."

My ears, my ears are rotten too! Deaf! There is pus!

Xian Jin withdrew the dagger in his hand, the oil lamp flickered, and the girl's violent shadow was projected on the white wall, "Didn't you reveal my whereabouts to the Bai family?"

During this February, she lived in the Jixi workshop, making paper behind closed doors without leaving the house. Not to mention that in order to keep the tribute paper confidential, she asked Zhen Sanlang to set up an ambush from three miles away. It is said that the workshop has three floors. A strong man from the third level, even if the Bai family is treacherous and cowardly, he doesn't have the ability to get close to her.

The only flaw is today, isn't it?

She set off from Jixi Workshop early in the morning and arrived at Chen's house before noon. If Chen Sanlang had the intention, he would definitely be able to report the news in time.

Moreover, Chen Sanlang had the strongest motive for committing the crime: Mrs. Qu wanted to use her as Chen Sanlang's concubine reserve, but Chen Sanlang had always been very cold towards her. Not to mention taking concubines, even as a colleague, he would almost roll his eyes. Gone to heaven.

It's not her fault, it's just that her gender wasn't to Chen Sanshao's liking.

As soon as Xian Jin said this, Chen Sanlang cried with a hint of stupidity and ignorance, "Bai Dalang? What Bai Dalang? I don't like Bai Dalang. The guy just now is called Qiu Dihuang."

Damn you Rehmannia glutinosa, she still has Angelica sinensis!

Xianjin tried to find a hint of lying on Chen Sanlang's face, but she couldn't find anything except stupidity. The strength in Xianjin's hand was exhausted, and he withdrew the dagger with his backhand, flicked Chen Sanlang's arm, and got off the bed. He picked up his pants and clothes with one finger and threw them on the bed, "Put on your clothes! There are less than two more people." By the end of the month, the advancement camp will be disbanded. Then you can find an inn or a field, it’s up to you! It’s just a waste of the bed I bought!”

This damn girl eats so well!

She works so hard for her career, but this damn girl still has time to fall in love!

It's really irritating to see people compare to each other.

Xianjin picked up the oil lamp, put the dagger back into the scabbard decisively, and said casually, "Wash the mattress and quilt yourself! Or pay three taels of silver to the bell manager's office for this set of bedding."

Xianjin glanced at the clearly visible nail scratches on the wooden shelf beside the bed, and felt a lump in his throat.

Play really wild.

"This set of bedding and this bed are all for you."

Xian Jin looked away in disgust, wiped his face neatly, raised his feet and was about to leave.

"--etc!"

Chen Sanlang hugged his knees and sat up with tears in his eyes, timidly covering his body with the quilt.

Xian Jin stopped and looked back in confusion.

What, are you inviting her?

"Won't you tell grandma about this?" Chen Sanlang said this sentence almost exhausting all his strength.

Of course he understood what a good card he gave He Xianjin!

How could a manly grandson become Chen Ji's next heir? His charming cousin is going to pursue an official career. If even the slightest rumor comes out of him, his cousin's path will be difficult!

There is no way Mrs. Qu would allow this to happen!

What's more, who can guarantee that he, who has a habit of cutting sleeves, can successfully give birth to heirs for the Chen family!

Once Mrs. Qu knew this, even if she did not deprive him of his inheritance right on the spot, she would not be able to plan everything for him and seize power from He Xianjin for him wholeheartedly as she is now!

Chen Sanlang said with a tearful voice, "You have both stolen and stolen goods. You can go to my grandmother to take credit for your arrest. Qiu Dihuang is innocent. Every wrongdoer has his debtor, so you should let him live."

Xianjin paused for a moment, watching the flame of the oil lamp flicker on the wall for a few moments before suddenly rising up. He turned around and said calmly, "Have you ever seduced that young man?"

Chen Sanlang's face flushed, "That's nonsense! How could I charm him!"

"Have you ever cheated on him?"

Chen Sanlang's eyes widened, "What did I lie to him about?! Wealth or sex!? I fetch him water every day, do the laundry, and he roasts sweet potatoes and moves the table for me."

"Then your future wife, have you ever lied to her?"

Chen Sanlang was stunned, remembering that when he was at his uncle's house, his cousin caught him eating the same fruit with the farmer's son, and only said to him, "I don't beg for mercy, I just want stability." Thinking about it, he must have known it, right?

Xianjin looked at Chen Sanlang's reaction, nodded gently, and said calmly, "Since the answers are all negative, then I can tell you with certainty -"

"My upbringing tells me that a person's preferences cannot be a reason for criticism."