But when he was closing the door, he saw the drunken young master’s figure being blocked by Wei Zhuang’s deputy commander of Xishan Camp, and glanced at the iron-like fist of the deputy commander, and couldn’t help but rolling through the crack of the door, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
With a heavy sigh in my heart, I closed the door together.
He could imagine what the drunken young master ended up… The door that had been closed with great confidence, but the store owner shook his fingers, and he sucked his strength from somewhere. He gritted his teeth and pushed the door open again.
Bazhen Pavilion, you can’t do such a ruthless thing. If this is spread, how can you say Bazhen Pavilion… Kyoto’s century-old store must have the responsibility!
Which restaurant does not have a drunk person? What can drunk people know…
“That…”
The store owner mustered up the courage to push the door and lift his feet in. Just as he was about to smile on his face, he wanted to take the drunk young man away, but his mouth was so shocked by the scene in front of him.
The deputy commander of Xishan Camp was tall and big, big and thick. One arm was almost as thick as the drunk young man’s thighs. At this moment, he was grinning and kneeling in front of the young man with one knee. A layer of sweat beads as big as soybeans on his forehead were rolling down his cheeks. His expression was full of pain.
What’s going on…the store owner was immediately confused.
And the young man still pinched the girl’s face with one hand, and his originally fair face had already swollen.
“You wild boar, dare you disrespect me? Which one of you came out of the crack? Ah?” He kicked the chest of the deputy commander of the Xishan Camp, and the drunken young master Hanhan said.
The shop owner shook his eyelids and then he saw clearly that the young master’s other hand was holding a silver hairpin, which was pressing against the young master’s temple sitting in the main seat.
No wonder… No wonder the whole room is so honest. No one dares to move four or five military officials. So that’s it.
The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to raise his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat on his head, but he suddenly felt shocked… No, this young man was so good at these people in the house, so after he left, these old men would not have to remove Bazhen Pavilion…
His eyelids twitched, and the shop owner immediately jumped up, “That, I’ve walked into the wrong door!” As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step back and closed the door “spang”.
As long as this door is closed, no one in the house calls for help. No matter what happens in this house, it has nothing to do with Bazhen Pavilion.
It’s OK! It doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter… I thought silently in my heart like a hypnosis. I left all the way. When I passed by Gu Yuqing’s elegant room, I saw the door open and I couldn’t help but glance inside. There was no one inside. I couldn’t help but mutter: Why did I leave before the dishes were served?
Could it be that he was frightened by the drunken young man who suddenly broke in.
My thoughts were stunned, and another layer of chill was added to the store’s spine.
The shopkeeper in this room left the second floor with his neck huddled all the way, thinking about it and he had to tell the boss about it. If something happened, he couldn’t bear it!
In that wing, inside Hanmoxuan, the handsome young man was drunk and drunk. No matter what movements he did or what he said, he never let go of his hands that were pinching Gu Yuhe’s face, and his strength was always extremely strong.
Gu Yuhe had a face and was almost torn off by him.
After kicking the deputy commander of Xishan Camp with his feet a few times, he took the silver hairpin and drew circles on the young master’s temple, he didn’t know what to do.