Chapter 167： Jijia (2) (2/2)

I am afraid that I will scare a voter.

Linghe pressed his heartless speech and said a few words with the monsoon smoke. Under the hint of the monsoon smoke, he took the carriages away, leaving only Xiaobaize and the monsoon smoke. Zuo Nuo left them. Before they left, they still did not forget that the season was not allowed to make a difficult monsoon, otherwise they could not care what the season was.

In the face of Ling He's warning, Ji Li did not react at all.

Until they looked at Linghe, their carriage disappeared from sight. Ji Li turned his eyes and looked at the monsoon smoke. His eyes were not respectful. The contemptuous eyes were like watching a pile of garbage. .

”Monsoon smoke, you can now enter the government.” Ji Li's cold mouth, his eyes on the plain clothes of the monsoon smoke, he could not help but frown: ”After entering the government, don't forget to wash your clothes, don't What is not clean, brought to the quarter home.”

After all, without waiting for the monsoon smoke response, he turned around and took the guards away, and did not care for the monsoon smoke.

”Oh... really pitiful...” The seasons that have already set foot on the steps of the Jijia Gate are stunned and watched the monsoon smoke standing alone outside the door. The gorgeous eyebrows smashed a smile.

The monsoon smoke did not pay attention to the ridicule of the seasons, but just bent over and shot the uneasy Xiao Baize.

After the season, I saw the monsoon smoke that was beaten back to the original shape, and I was satisfied with Ji Mubai.

Ji Li ordered an ordinary chores to bring monsoon smoke into the government. In addition, no one cares about the arrival of monsoon smoke.

The house of Jijia is very large, and it is more than several times larger than the city seat of Leicheng in the city of Jicheng. The scenery in the house is pleasant, and the good things of the rare people can be seen everywhere, but the chores are fast-moving with the monsoon. The smoke passed through the prosperous scene, and gradually moved to a remote, damp courtyard in the depths of the Ji family. When the people were brought to the house, the miscellaneous service would leave without saying a word. Stayed.

The monsoon smoke with white zebra, looking at the weeds in front of the eyes, the dark and damp small courtyard, I only feel funny.