This atmosphere lasted for a while, Osmanthus stopped speaking, and the man didn't seem to have the meaning to speak, but picked up the chopsticks again and began to eat again.

Looking at the other party's eating, the doubts in Osmanthus became bigger and bigger.

Is the man in front of him really still the beggar?

Can a beggar really do so, uh, noble?

Osmanthus thought about it, and finally decided to use nobility to describe the appearance of this man eating.

Perhaps, it was a down-and-out aristocrat or a rich man!

This speculation can be regarded as making Osmanthus a lot less confused.

It's just that a down-and-out aristocrat or rich family has nothing to do with himself?

Taking advantage of the other party's meal, Osmanthus re-observed his face.

I don't know if I don't observe, but when I look at it like this, Osmanthus's heart is almost suffocated.

Perhaps it was due to perennial malnutrition, this man's face was very thin, and his cheekbones protruded very high because of the sunken cheeks.

At this time, because of the pregnancy, the osmanthus is round, whether it is the body shape or the face shape, and at first glance there is no similarity between the two people.

But if you look closely, it's not hard to see that the eyes, noses, and mouth shapes of the two people are very similar.

There are many similar people in the world, and the similarity between the man in front of him and himself is just a coincidence?

After a while, the man had finished eating, put down the dishes and chopsticks again, rinsed his mouth, and wiped his mouth again, before he got up and bowed slightly to the osmanthus and said, "Thank you for the hospitality!" It's no big deal in the next, farewell! ”

After speaking, he raised his feet and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Osmanthus called out to stop the other party.

After the other party's footsteps stopped, Osmanthus didn't know how to speak.

After thinking for a while, he said again: "You, who the hell is it?" ”

The similar faces and mysterious dialogues made Osmanthus pay more and more attention to this middle-aged man.

Osmanthus has not forgotten her own life experience and Chu Yannian's life experience, her soul has traveled through, and she can not care about the life experience of this body, but from Chu Yannian's point of view, some things can no longer be ignored.

"The deceased." The man said this with his back to the osmanthus, and then raised his foot again, this time, he walked outside without any pause.

"Princess Shizi, do you want to stop him?" Erme, who was beside her, couldn't help but ask.

"That's it, let him go!" Osmanthus shook her head slightly, paused, and said, "Send two people to follow, determine his foothold, and then come back to sue me." ”

"Yes!" Erme nodded and stepped back.

Not long after the middle-aged man left the Shizi Mansion, two black shadows quickly followed.

By the time Ling Chenyi came back, Osmanthus had already returned to the room, leaning on the head of the bed and flipping through the books for a while.

"Girl, are you okay today?" Ling Chenyi asked while washing his hands.

"Hmm." Osmanthus snorted and turned another page of the book.

"Nothing special?" Ling Chenyi asked again.

"Hmm." Osmanthus still snorted.

Such an attitude made Ling Chenyi can't help but raise his eyebrows, dry his hands, and take off his coat again, then he sat on the edge of the bed and gently looked at Osmanthus who was looking at the book with half-squinted eyes, "What's wrong, I'm in a bad mood?" ”

The other party's hand covered her hand, and Osmanthus put down the book, raised her eyelids and looked at Ling Chenyi, "Is there anything special, do you still need me to sue you?" ”

In a word, Ling Chenyi heard the thick unhappiness of osmanthus.

"What does this mean? I've just come back for my husband! Ling Chenyi stretched out his hand and put aside the book in Osmanthus Flower's hand, and then held Osmanthus with both hands, his gentle eyes seemed to melt Osmanthus Flower.

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