Chapter 575: Pull to Zhou Gong's little hand

Ning Xuemo was only thirteen years old. Did she let her see how old she looked like? !! Is it really good? !!
Is this too Nima challenging her mental capacity? !!
Ning Xuemo confined himself in the room and tried it over and over again with various methods, but nothing worked. She even took the medicine to restore her voice, but her throat was still very grumpy and very old ...
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Even a person like Han Shanyue would live in the best and most luxurious residence, and it must be clean, spotless, everything wiped clean, and the flies must slip on their feet.
Of course, there is no such thing as a fly in the place where he lives. In fact, the entire inn could not find even a mosquito wing, and it was as clean as being thoroughly washed with water.
In fact, Ning Xuemo wondered about his network and means. He obviously wanted to stay temporarily, but Han Shanyue had the means to let her live in such a clean and high-quality house after entering the city.
Ning Xuemo lives in the back room, and the indoor facilities are almost catching up with the ancient version of the presidential suite! Everything you need every day is easily available ...
She even took a drug bath, and of course, it didn't restore the skin at all.
Ning Xuemo desperately tossing in the 'Presidential Suite'.
Han Shanyue sat at a table downstairs and drank tea.
He doesn't use any shop buddies. He carries tea sets, tea stoves and tea leaves with him. Even the few plates of dim sum on the table are not in this shop. Exquisite and small, each snack seems to be full of culture.
There are no other people in the store, apparently it was reserved by him. The shopkeeper and store buddies stay in a safe corner and act as invisible people. Don't dare to say a word. Of course, they are also happy.
The money Mr. Han gave them is enough for all the income of their inn for half a month! And he only paid for one day, and tomorrow they will be able to operate normally, why not?
Money can make ghosts grind, not to mention that it is this Mr. Han who pays money? New Sky Master of the Sky Country?
Even if he didn't give money, it would be enough for them to show off because he could rest here! In the future, the name of their inn will be bigger, and the source of tourists will roll in.
Therefore, these people treat Han Shanyue, the God of Wealth, really not as general respect, what he orders is what, one by one, it is more spiritual than the imperative!
Little Kirin lay at Han Shanyue's feet, and closed her eyes with a doze.
It was originally intended to follow Ning Xuemo upstairs and was frozen back by Han Shanyue. It was also reluctant to walk elsewhere. Just lie there and watch Han Shanyue make tea.
The scent of the tea has the refreshing flavor of the mountain spring. Smell it and feel drunk.
Little Kirin has never smelled such a good tea, it lay there staring at him, expecting him to enjoy a drink.
But Han Shanyue apparently didn't give it tea, and he drank it himself, drinking it leisurely.
After expressing a hint that Xiao Qilin didn't get any response from the other party, he finally became angry, put his head on his paw, and squinted his eyes.
It was also busy in the middle of the night last night. At this time, it was really sleepy.
But it hadn't had time to pull Zhou Gong's little hand, and he was kicked on the bottom!
This foot is not very strong, but it just makes the hurt, sober when you are sober!