Chapter 506: Return of wind smoke (2)

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The face of the season brown was even more embarrassing. He hurriedly threw the wine cellar in his hand and looked at the monsoon smoke.
"Where...where...I...this is also a slap in the face of alcohol..." The cold sweat behind the season brown soaked in the clothes, but his face was still holding a false smile.
The monsoon smoked a light smile, sitting casually on the side of the chair, slender legs and overlapping, so that the whole face of the face of the seasony brown.
"Second, what happened in this season? How do you end up with white sails? Isn't it... the uncle is dead?" The monsoon smoked and looked at the season brown.
However, when she said this, she almost did not let the old blood of the season spurt out.
This is clearly a funeral for her monsoon smoke, how come to her mouth, even to the quarters to do?
However, looking at the smashed Lingtai, and then look at the seasons that fell on the ground, and the seasons are not even dare to say anything, only strong support for the smile: "Misunderstanding, it is a misunderstanding, you are a big man...the body is very good, we have nothing to do with the family, no one has anything."
The monsoon smoke raised his eyebrows slightly. "Oh? It turned out to be the case, but how can I stop the season and say that I have to drive them out?"
Behind the season brown is a burst of cold, and hurriedly said: "Where is the thing, she is young, and she talks nonsense, how can we drive the Ling brothers out?"
The season of the brown said that the good life hypocrisy, cited Linghe and others for a while, but he still can squint.
The monsoon smoke looks like the hypoglyph of the season brown, only feels nausea.
"So the troubled two uncles have pulled everything here. I just experienced a battle and looked at things very annoying."
The season brown nodded, and this was remembered. The monsoon smoke not only did not die, but also made great contributions. Before the St. Longdi talked about the Imperial College, he once named the monsoon smoke and did not let the eyebrows, the three-day funeral There are quite a few expensive people coming to the door.
At this moment, the monsoon smoke is no longer a mere demise.
The more you think about the season, the more you feel the headache, but you can only slap the scalp and let the servant remove the things needed for the funeral.
Originally, I was still watching the lively people outside the Jijiamen. Because I couldn’t see everything that happened in the hall, I just saw that Jijia had to withdraw everything. I was a little curious. I only know when I asked...
Miss Jiu of Jijia did not die at all!
This is not, just came back!
The deceased who had done the funeral was not dead. Under this time, everyone was talking about it for a while.
However, the season brown has not been able to take care of this at the moment, watching the monsoon smoke sitting in the hall intact, only feel the scalp numb.
"That... the wind smoke, since you are back, then I also need to sue to your grandfather, do you have to sit here first?" Ji Brown accompanied his smile.
grandfather?
The monsoon smoke is slightly stunned.
The grandfather in the season of the brown mouth is the real homeowner of Jijia, and the father of Jixi, the grandfather of this shell, Ji Ru.
The original owner did not have much impression on Ji Ru. After the monsoon smoke was born again, he had never seen Ji Ru. Before she set off to Imperial College, Ji Ru was not in the quarter.
But don't want to...
Ji Ru has actually returned.
The monsoon smoke did not know much about this "unmasked" grandfather. He waved his hand at random and let the season brown go.