Chapter 1894 (2/2)

Shafang just talked about it casually. I really didn't expect Zhou Ye to actually pass his proposal.

Seeing Shafang’s expression, Zhou Ye smiled and stroked her cheek gently, and said, ”Okay, since you have entered my Zhou's house, don’t hate Beimi and call them... and get along with them in the future. ...”

”Shafang dare not...” Hearing Zhou Ye's words, Shafang felt a mixed feeling of sadness and joy...

Until this moment, she has a feeling of truly integrating into the forces around her master... In the past, she always had a feeling of being quite separated from her daughters. In the final analysis, she was only given to her master by her own charming mistress. It’s just a gift.

On weekdays, she is really cautious, not dare to fight any sisters. After all, her class is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

But now, with Zhou Ye's words, her status is equal to that of Meihu...

How can this not surprise Shafang??

As for, looking for a chance to escape?

Don't be funny, none of the women who have been tricked by Zhou Ye's magical powers has a record of defecting.

The goddess is so, not to mention the mere mortal three daughters of Shafang.

Zhou Ye looked at the teardrops in Shafang's eyes, gently raised his hand to wipe it away, and smiled: ”I know that the three of you have been miserably manipulated by them. Why don't I help you take revenge today...”

When Shafang heard the words, she didn't care about the tears still hanging on her face, and asked excitedly: ”Really??”

”Of course... it's better like this...” Zhou Ye smiled and whispered to Shafang... These whispers made Shafang's pretty face blush... ”The master is really bad, why help the slave family get revenge... Think...Bah, the master is so bad...”

”Hehe...” Zhou Ye smiled without saying a word.

Chapter 2278

Chapter two thousand two hundred and seventy-eight

The next morning...

In the morning class of the monks of Baima Temple, a handsome young man walked out from the gate of the other courtyard.

Behind him, followed by a rather exotic young woman dressed as a slave servant, followed by two maids in green skirts.

This group of people is no one else, but Zhou Ye, the good mother Shafang and the two servants.

Zhou Ye wore a white Confucian growth robe with gold rims, holding a jade fracture fan, and swaying it, giving people an elegant feeling... and the good mother behind him was carrying a cloth pouch on her back. The two maidservants are carrying an exquisite mahogany food box in their hands.

This group of people dressed up for a long distance, and when they reached the gate of the temple, naturally a group of coachmen came forward to solicit business.

During this half month, Zhou Ye did not take care of these coachmen. He also left a reputation for being generous among coachmen.

Therefore, seeing Zhou Ye coming out, a group of coachmen greeted him one after another.

”Hi son, where are you going today?”

”Good son...”

”Good son...”

Zhou Ye smiled and nodded, and stopped in front of a Tsing Yi coachman... ”Have never seen you before? Are you new here?”

The Tsing Yi coachman heard the words and hurriedly replied: ”If you return to the son, the youngest came from his hometown to ask for a living...”

”Oh? Where is your hometown?” Zhou Ye asked casually.