Miss Agent is very happy

Chapter 86
"Liu Jing, a virtuous person, is 41 years old. He has studied hard for 40 years in a cold window, and obtained fame for [-] years. At the age of [-], he got an official position in the capital that was not well-known, but died suddenly of joy and sorrow!" Feng Xiaoyao sarcastically smiled at the note that Yu Ye stuffed herself: "So that's how it is!"

It's just an excuse to sell property to find a daughter. All the property is just to change the name and surname for this small official position, which is really ironic!
No wonder when Chu Yuye and Chu Yuhan sent the letter to themselves, they only wrote an address, and they were surprisingly harmonious without any other words. It turned out that they knew this was the case, but it’s better to find out about their own affairs. They didn't say anything more, they wanted to discover this 'surprise' for themselves!

"Mother, how could you fall in love with such a man?" Feng Xiaoyao couldn't help but sigh secretly when thinking of the stunning woman in her memory who was as gorgeous as a lonely plum in the snow.

Unbeknownst to him, back then Chu Aoxue fell in love with the arrogance and bookishness of a poor scholar who was different from others. She would rather follow him incognito, but what she didn't want in return was to serve her husband with another woman. .

If she had a soul in the sky, knowing that the man she fell in love with at the beginning was just a moment of youthful vigor, but he was actually a person who was greedy for fame and fortune, would she regret it?
"Mother, you must regret it?" Opening the window and looking at the bright moon in the sky, Feng Xiaoyao murmured softly, "Don't worry, I will help you get back all your suffering Come!"

The Chu Aoxue in memory, although stubborn and miserable every day, treated Feng Xiaoyao very well. Even Xiaoyao until now, would often think of that kindness because of the memory of the original body. Naturally, Xiaoyao also He really thought that the woman in his memory was really his own mother!

It is also because of this warmth hidden in the bottom of my heart that the indifferent and ruthless she once longed for her father...

After blowing out the candle lamp, Feng Xiaoyao walked out of the door of her room lightly. At first, she wanted to go directly to the door, but after a second thought, she walked to the only big tree growing against the wall in the courtyard, and teased her. He lifted up his skirt, rolled up his sleeves, swished a few times, and climbed up the tree very neatly. He climbed over the wall and was about to turn over, when a breeze blew by, and a faint smell of blood wafted into his nose.

Feng Xiaoyao, who was moving swiftly, suddenly tensed up, and the torches not far away were moving towards this side quickly, and the sound of small but obviously short breathing gradually approached, Feng Xiaoyao's heart froze, "It's so late, what's next?" Go out to play secretly, if Dad finds out, he will break my leg, so I don't want to go!"

He said to himself, just like when he came here, he returned to the tree with a few swipes, carefully hugged the trunk, and just set foot on the ground, he was really like a girl who was afraid of being reprimanded by her father for stealing, carefully He looked towards Feng Yuming's room, and then sneaked back to his room.

As soon as the door and window of the room were closed tightly, the playful look of the little girl on Feng Xiaoyao's face suddenly disappeared. He lightly touched the sweat on his head, calmed down the twitching little heart, put his buttocks on the chair, and poured a glass of water. After drinking the herbal tea in one gulp, Feng Xiaoyao let out a sigh of relief.

"It's really unlucky, how can I run into anything? Isn't it because I don't want to startle the snake, turn over the wall, and I can meet someone who is shouted and killed. Fortunately, I am clever!" Feng Xiaoyao murmured to himself, although he was confident Kung fu, but the kung fu of the man on the tree just now is definitely not bad. If it wasn't for the bloody smell brought by the breeze, she would not have noticed the existence of that man at all. If the man stabbed her in the back, she would feel cold just thinking about it!

(End of this chapter)