The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Frowning, Lin Qingran thought to herself: Which song is this from?

Aunt Luo seemed to have been frightened by something, her face turned pale, she stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at the painter who fell to the ground, the frame of her eyes was faintly red.

Aunt Hua looked at Aunt Luo who lost her composure, with a cold and proud smile in her eyes, while Lin Qingxi's eyes were ferocious and terrifying.

This pair of mother and daughter snakes, I don't know what kind of plan they are going to do to harm people!

Lin Qingran has been paying attention to the expressions of Aunt Hua's mother and daughter, and she can be 100% sure that the farce in front of her is inseparable from the mother and daughter.

With a light cough, Aunt Luo woke up, lowered her head, and covered the expression on her face.

Mrs. Lin looked around blankly, and said indifferently, "What are you doing here? Hurry up and carry it to the guest room, and ask a doctor to come and take a look?"

Aunt Hua had a heart of bodhisattva, she nodded her head and said: "Old Madam is right, look at the artist's appearance, I'm afraid he's hurt a lot!"

Aunt Luo's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. Although she lowered her head at this moment, Lin Qingran felt that her ears were higher than a rabbit.

Mrs. Lin gave an order, and the servants quickly surrounded him and carried the artist down. When they passed by everyone, they found that his complexion was pale, and his lips didn't even have the slightest color of blood. look.

Lin gently supported his forehead, sighed softly, lowered his eyes, raised his lips slightly, and smiled very lightly: "How could this be? It's so pitiful!"

Aunt Hua's eyes were dark and violent, but on her face was a bodhisattva's compassionate expression: "Yes, how pitiful! Looking at her age, I'm afraid she's only in her twenties. Why did she vomit blood when she was doing well!"

Aunt Luo's face was as transparent as snow at this moment, because she lowered her head, she couldn't see the expression in her eyes clearly, but she could vaguely see the corners of her tightly pursed lips, and the faintly jumping blue veins clenched into fists.

As people get older, their temperament becomes strange, and they only want to see the good. Seeing the situation develop like this, Mrs. Lin's mood became a little bad, she stood up and said: "I'm tired, Let's go back to the yard first. Give the painter some money later, and let someone send it back!" After speaking, he left surrounded by girls.

Aunt Hua's brows stretched out, even if she couldn't see her face, she only had a deep smile in her eyes: "It's the poor man's blessing that the old lady is kind."

As he said that, he also left behind Mrs. Lin, the step above his head trembled slightly with her walking, adding a bit of charm and enchantment.

Lin Qingxi glanced at Aunt Luo meaningfully, smiled and left.

Aunt Fang was thinking about Lin Qingyue in her heart, she sighed softly, and looked at Aunt Luo with sympathy, but looked helpless. .

For a moment, Lin Qingran, Lin Qingyin and Aunt Luo were left in the lively pavilion.

Lin Qingran pulled Lin Qingyin to stand up, and when she walked past Aunt Luo, her steps paused slightly, and her voice was soft: "Aunt Hua spent so much effort in hiring a painter to paint for the old lady, I think Aunt Luo must have done so much pains. I can understand."

Aunt Luo was shocked, she turned her eyes to Lin Qingran in disbelief, but met a pair of eyes as deep as an ancient well, emitting a cold light.

At the celebration dinner, Aunt Luo already knew clearly that Lin Qingran was powerful, cautious in doing things, and had a long-term vision. Even an old fox like Lin Xiangye fell into her hands, let alone her.

At this time, Lin Qingran suddenly said such a sentence, what does it mean?

How do you listen, don't you have any deep meaning?