After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

The third child knew that there was no room for him to return, so he immediately took a small team of elites to protect the gang leader, and a few people fled.

Shen Juncheng frowned, "Why didn't you send someone to chase?"

Do we still need him to teach the truth of cutting weeds to eradicate the roots?

Speaking of this, both Fu Hao and Beyond Boyan were speechless, not because they didn't send someone to chase, but because His Royal Highness, the main boss, didn't chase.

Because, he couldn't wait to search.

Hahaha, the Dragon Tiger Gang, the hundred-year-old gang, how much oil and water can be looted, don't need that batch of salt, hand it in.

Shen Juncheng helped his forehead, and sure enough, that servant fell into Qian's eyes.

He ordered, "Send someone to check the whereabouts as soon as possible and kill him."

Boyan said: "Master, don't worry, your subordinates have asked Du Juan to investigate, and also sent a lot of people to chase."

It is estimated that Long Hao cannot escape.

Shen Juncheng still warned, "Don't take it lightly, Long Hao must die."

"Yes!"

After giving the order, he slightly eased his brows, "Is Bai Mei protected?"

"Go back to the master, protect it, she is an important witness."

"Well, Bai Mei contributed a lot this time. Ask her what reward she wants afterward."

"Yes, master."

After a few people finished talking about this, they talked about something else. When they left, Shen Juncheng told them to be low-key recently, and then went back with their masks.

When he left, he remembered something, and turned back and said, "Re-investigate Su An'an. I want all her information, no matter the details."

Beyondsoft responded, "Yes."

When Fu Hao heard Su An'an, he remembered that he had been thinking about persuading his master before.

Seeing that the master wants other people's information, he thinks that the master cares about others, and immediately takes a step forward, and faithfully persuades the master, not to be confused by beauty.

Shen Juncheng: "..."

"Ahao, it's not as you think, this seat has its own measure."

Fu Hao was upright, not afraid of being cut by his master, and persuaded him again.

My lord, beauty has been misleading since ancient times.

Shen Juncheng sighed with a headache. Knowing his upright virtue, he gave Beyonda a look. Beyonda immediately blocked Fu Hao's mouth and said, "Respectfully send your master."

When the words fell, Shen Juncheng had already disappeared from the hall.

Fu Hao threw his sleeves in rage, "Why are you stopping me, I'm good for the master."

Beyondsoft hugged his chest, "Do you think the master is such a superficial person?"

Confused by mere beauty?

Fu Hao explained, "You don't understand, that woman is not very beautiful. The Liu family sent such a beautiful woman here, saying that she has no intention to believe in ghosts."

Boyan rolled his eyes, no matter what other people are thinking, if the master can't handle her, you just worry about it.

Fu Hao didn't persuade him to succeed, he rolled his sleeves and went back.

When Yueluo saw that the master was back, he immediately ordered someone to prepare water, then put the medicine box in the bath room and exited.

The injuries that are not very serious are usually handled by Shen Juncheng himself. Unless there are serious injuries, he will ask his uncle to help.

Unbuttoning the torn jacket, just put it on the truss, a white jade plum blossom hairpin fell out with a "jing dong" sound.

He lowered his eyes to see that it was hers.

Originally, he took this hairpin to confront Long Hao, and after the confrontation, he put it in his arms.

He picked it up, and the light of the morning light hit the transparent hosta, glowing with a layer of lustrous brilliance, with a slightly warm color in the fair skin, but it was like that person's skin color...

Cough, aware that his thoughts were going astray, he coughed and threw the hairpin into a box.

After bathing, he put on his usual white clothes to cover his anger.

The white gauze covered his eyes, concealing the cold indifference at the bottom of his eyes, and in just a moment, he returned to the weak son Shen.

Who would have thought that such a weak young master Shen even killed several people last night without blinking his eyes!

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Su An'an already knew about the Dragon Tiger Gang from Li Liang's gossip.

It was rumored that the Dragon Tiger Gang smuggled salt was discovered by officers and soldiers, copied the gang, and rushed there in time. Su Anan also knew that all this was probably Leng Mo Yan's handwriting.

This man is really thoughtful.

But compared to this news, there is one more thing that concerns her, that is, for three days, she has not heard any rumors about her outside.

On the day she disappeared, Cuiyan paid attention and only told Shen Juncheng the news of her disappearance, and no one else knew.

He also made up a lie, saying that he didn't come back. He went back to Su's house temporarily to get his mother's relics. After delaying the time, he stayed overnight.

Regardless of whether the excuse is true or false, there is no negative news about her these days, and no one seems to know that she disappeared overnight.

She rubbed her brows and guessed that the aftermath should have been done by Leng Mo Yan.

They can control intelligence, and they can block intelligence.

Just, why help her maintain this reputation?

Inexplicably, she put down the painting and was in a daze again.

From noon to noon, Cuiyan came in with a meal, and seeing the young lady looking at the paintings again, she couldn't help but wonder, "Miss, why did you buy so many Wen Daozi's paintings?"

Li Liang brought back the dozen or so paintings last time. Two days ago, Wen Daozi deliberately sent all the inventory at home, and even threatened to pay no money, but the lady told him to give it, Cui Yan Just jammed.

Su An'an rolled up the picture of the unharmed mountains and rivers and said, "Don't bully the poor young man. This Wen Daozi's style of painting is unique. It seems unpopular now, and there is no guarantee that it will be popular in the future."

Popular things always come one after another, as long as Wen Daozi's style of painting becomes popular, then she will make a lot of money.

Cuiyan couldn't see the future trend, she just shrugged and started to set up the meal.

Su Anan glanced at it, slightly surprised.

Meals are normal these days.

Although it is not big fish and meat, but at least it is a home-cooked dish, which is much better than before.

Su Anan doesn't understand, what happened to Shen Juncheng?

She didn't return overnight. I thought that no matter what, Shen Juncheng would send someone to ask or something, or just take the opportunity to attack after the fact, thinking that she disappeared overnight and her reputation was damaged, so she just threw a divorce letter.

Unexpectedly, not only did she not ask, but she resumed her meal.

Su Anan picked up the chopsticks, paused, and said, "Cuiyan, accompany me to Qingjingxuan after lunch."

Cui Yan was stunned for a moment, "Oh."

Today is a sunny day, the haze of the past few days is gone, the sun is soft and not noisy, and it is warm.

Shen Juncheng sat under the fruit-bearing loquat tree, looking at the clouds in the sky, with deep eyebrows.

The tide suddenly came to report, "Young Master, Young Madam asks to see you."

Shen Juncheng frowned, why is she here?

After a pause, he motioned for her to come in.

The sound of the tide led Su An'an into the courtyard of Qingjingxuan.

This is the first time Su Anan has set foot there. The surrounding area is still always empty. Only in the courtyard, a sturdy loquat tree is extremely lush, and its branches are covered with fruits.

There is a rocking chair and a coffee table under the tree. The young man on the rocking chair is gentle, quiet, and seems to be looking into the distance.

The wind picked up, blowing his sleeve robe, which was dragging the ground, as if the sky was misty.

There was still steaming tea on the coffee table, and the clouds and smoke curled up in the afternoon sun.

Look, so indifferent to the world, the countryside is gentle.