Seeing the madam wearing red clothes floating over half an inch of thick fragrant powder and a bloody mouth, Zhou Xiaomo knew that she could not avoid it, and her palms were still closed and she said, "Amitabha! Female donor, I want to find Miss Xiaorou."

"Oh! It turns out that he is a little master, a rare guest!" The madam didn't know if it was an old man's bad eyes or what happened. Now she saw clearly that the little monk standing in front of her was actually pretty and beautiful, which made people happy. When she saw that Xiaomei's hand was still holding the little monk's clothes tightly, she knew the meaning.

The madam surrounded Zhou Xiaomo and saw that his eyes were clear, his eyebrows were straight, his back was straight, and his legs were strong. He thought to himself, based on my years of experience, he was obviously a young man, how could he be cheaper for Xiaomei?

The madam kept a professional smile on her face and said with a smile that she thought she could leave a good impression on people: "My little master, what's wrong with us Xiaorou?"

Zhou Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief, the old woman did not recognize him.

"Amitabha, so good! Last night, the little monk passed by the gate of Guilou and threw away his certificate of vassals. I heard that he was picked up by Miss Xiaorou. The little monk came to find it today."

The madam was dressed in red, and was very bright and conspicuous next to the little monk. Her big smile, covered with fragrant powder, made people feel that the powder on her face was about to spill.

The madam's eyes were actually quite big, but because her face was too fat, her crowded facial features were stringed together, making her eyes look flashing with desire, and she smiled and said, "Oh! So that's it."

"I'm talking about Xiaomei!" The madam Ma said to Xiaomei with a kind smile, "Since this little master is here to find Xiaorou for a certificate, you can go find Xiaorou and see where this dead girl is taking a break!"

"Mama!" Xiaomeiyan saw that the fat meat on her mouth was about to fall into her mouth, so she was not willing to do so. She pouted, "Just just now, I heard Liu Ahong guarding the building at the door say that Xiaorou and Xiaobao have gone out. I don't know where they have gone."

"Xiaomei, then you go and call Liu Ahong in for me." The madam smiled and thought to herself, Xiaobao was still happy in my room just now, you bitch dared to use him to provoke my relationship with Xiaorou, and see if I don't find a chance to kill you.

A trace of sinister flashed in the madam's eyes. She knew that Xiaomei, a dead girl, was resentful and lazy to her, so she deliberately slandered Xiaobao and Xiaorou.

Xiaomei knew that the piece of meat on her mouth was lost. She suddenly glanced at the pony claw Xiaobao slipping out of Mama's room with a tired look on her face. She immediately knew something was wrong, so she quickly smiled and said, "Mama, I remember wrongly. Liu Ahong said that Xiaorou and other sisters went out to buy snacks earlier. I'll go to her now."

Suddenly, a servant dressed in a pussy claw walked over quickly, looked at the little monk and attached it to the old madam's ear and whispered: "Mama, Master Song from the east of the city, please go there. He said that this little monk seemed to be related to Huang Er."

Listening to the Madam Claw'er's words, the Madam still smiled all over, with no change on her face. She aimed at the little monk and kept teasing her.

The magical medical warehouse allowed Zhou Xiaomo's vision, hearing and physical strength to change drastically. The words that only the madam could hear were all heard by Zhou Xiaomo.

Master Song from the east of the city remembered that he had met the two brothers of the Song family when he had just come over. They were in trouble and wanted to take the opportunity to take the opportunity to take over the Chunfeng Du Building, but he was rejected. After that, the two brothers never went to Chunfeng Du Building again. Later, they met the two brothers at Wansheng Tea House again.

Zhou Xiaomo felt a stern in his heart. How did this eldest son Song know about Huang Er? He said that the young monk was related to Huang Er, which means that he did not recognize me. Listening to Mahjong'er's words, it means that the Song brothers and Huang Er's death were somewhat related. Could it be that the Song brothers had something to do with the man in black?

How can you get a tiger's son if you don't enter the tiger's den? Zhou Xiaomo thought that with his current ability, he would have no problem protecting himself. So he pretended not to know, and still stood there with a cute look on his face, as if he was at a loss under the gaze of so many girls.

The madam smiled and said, "Xiaomei, please give this little master tea quickly. I'll go see where Xiaorou's dead girl has gone."

"Yes, mom!" The little eyebrows were blooming.

The madam continued, "Master, wait a while, I'll come and find Xiaorou, a dead girl, and see if I don't twist her ears to see you." After that, he pinched the Fengliu fan, twisted his bucket-like waist, and walked away in small steps.

"Young Master Song, you are here. The girls in our building are thinking of you every day, looking forward to the stars and the moon."

As soon as the madam entered the inner room, she saw two people standing in the room. One was slightly fat, facing the inner wall. She looked familiar, but couldn't remember it. So she smiled and looked at the other young man with a slender figure, about twenty-three or four years old, with a long white silk dress, a light red short arms, and a purple-red hair tied with long hair. She said flatteringly.

This man looks handsome, but his skin is a bit slim. At first glance, he is like excessive indulgence. He is Song Dongping from the east of the city.

"Mum, I laughed!" Song Dongping smiled and said, "Where are you going to ask the girls for longing? Your little girl, you deliberately avoided her when you see her."

"Oh!" The madam Ma said, but glanced at the man in white who was still standing against the wall, and said to Song Dongping, "Young Master Song, this Xiaorou is not the dish in your bowl and the meat in your mouth sooner or later! Isn't this an old saying that you are good, it's not too late!"

Seeing Song Dongping nodding and smiling, the madam smiled and said, "I said, Master Song, I won't introduce the distinguished guest you brought to Mama."

"Hello!" The man turned his face and nodded to the madam.

The madam was shocked. The man's face was not angry at all, it was as pale as dead skin, and his mouth was twitching as he spoke. The sound sounded like it was coming from his throat, or it seemed to come from his abdomen, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

"This old man has a very good eye, probably not from this county!" The madam was very knowledgeable and knew that this person had different faces, so she must not want people to recognize his true face.

The man in white nodded slightly and said nothing.

Song Dongping said: "Mama, I just heard that the young monk who paid for Huang Er last night was here again, so he rode over here. There are many people outside now. You can ask a few girls to stabilize him first, and then lead him into a separate room later, and we will catch him and ask carefully."
Chapter completed!