The Male Protagonist and the Villain Are Both My Cubs

CHAPTER 41: LEAD

On the left, a purple oil-paper umbrella is placed next to the bamboo column, and the purple kite pattern above can be vaguely seen.

On the right side, there is a warm purple clay pot, and the faint tea fragrance floats in the main building, calming and concentrating.

Lanting looked at the landlord with a sound transmission paper crane in his hand.

Only then did Lan Ting realize what she was doing. She stared at the landlord for so long, sweating in her heart, and hurriedly lowered her head, respectfully handing Zhihe to Chongzi.

Chongzi took out the paper crane and unfolded it. The slender fingers were clearly articulated and pleasing to the eye.

After reading the letter, a group of purple nihilistic fireworks appeared in Zhongzi's hand, burning the letter to ashes.

Chongzi picked up the brush again: "Send the second group to investigate Chu Jingchen."

Chongzi dipped the brush in his hand with carbon ink, and painted the eyebrows like Qingdai with one stroke, and the red-clothed boy's phoenix eyes on the paper were lifelike.

"Yes..." Lan Ting replied, but hesitated, "However, the second group has just been formed, and the first group has been sent to find the antidote for the young masters... The second group will leave again, listen to the rain The building is in a hurry…”

"He is important." Chongzi stretched out his index finger and lightly wiped the corner of the person's eyes.

The red cinnabar at the corner of the eye is slightly scratched, making the young man in the painting more charming and moving.

Lanting looked at the gorgeous people in the painting. A month ago, the landlord started to paint this young man, and at the same time, the real body of the landlord, Lord Moheng, also listened to Yulou has a new plan.

Originally, Tingyulou was just a place to do business, but now, there is more information business...

"The landlord...forgive my subordinates to take the liberty..." Lanting looked at the beauty in the painting and said.

"Be bold." Chongzi's voice was more pleasant than the sound of rain outside the window. It seemed to penetrate a person's eardrum through a layer of smoke gauze, "Don't say it."

“…” Lanting hesitated, scratching his heart in discomfort.

"Since you want to ask, you don't mind it being rash." Chong Zi looked at the person in the painting, put down her brush, and revealed a smile like a purple kite in full bloom, "Tell me."

Lanting was stunned by the landlord's smile, the landlord is so beautiful...

"Huh?"

"Yes, yes...!" Lan Ting then remembered his own question: "Landlord, who is the person in the painting?"

"He." Chongzi's long and narrow eyes narrowed, and the purple pupils were beautiful and extraordinary, as if thinking of someone very interesting, and the lip line was slightly raised, "Bai Moheng and Jiang Ying are both People who take it to heart."

"What about the landlord?" Lanting asked hurriedly.

"What do you say?"