After all, Duanmuya Qiwang and Ye Nongying returned to Fang Mansion after lunch.

After returning to Fang's Mansion, the Lord Fang was not there, Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying went to say hello to Fang Ruoxing before returning to their rooms.

Duanmu Yawang returned to the room and saw the little white deer nestling in the bed and sighing.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, I knew that Duanmu Ya looked back and looked at her eagerly.

"Dont look at me."

Duanmu Yawang put her arms around her chest, "Did you try to contact?"

"tried."

Little Bailu said wronged, "But, I don't know if he heard it." Moreover, I don't know if he would be willing to come after hearing it, and it is the source of the return of Linghu.

These are all unknowns!

Duanmu Yawang suddenly had a headache and pinched her eyebrows.

Seeing this, Xiao Bailu asked carefully: "This time going to Ximen Mansion is not smooth."

"smoothly."

It was much smoother than expected. When she said, she sat down at the table and took out the pieces of paper from the Qiankun bag to study Yin Huiyin's bones again.

Seeing those pictures, Xiao Bailu said in a puzzled way: "Speaking of it, it has been a few days since Uncle Yin should know where we are. It stands to reason that if Uncle Yin is okay, he should also look for it. Why Uncle Yin No reaction at all?"

Duanmu Yawang shook his head.

She also thought of this, but couldn't figure it out.

She turned her eyes, staring at Xiao Bailu and said, "You continue to try to contact him, can't you be lazy to know?"

"Oh."

Little Bailu's shoulders were drooping.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful for me." Duanmu Yawang frowned, "Be obedient."

"I know."

Little Bailu was wronged, he didn't pretend to be pitiful, is he really pitiful?

The two masters ignored him, he was caught in the middle, and neither side could offend him. Is it horribly uncomfortable?

Duanmu Yawang couldn't bear it, "Have you eaten at noon?"

"I have eaten." No matter how big things are, I still have to eat!

Duanmu Yawang heard what he said, but felt relieved, no longer caring about Xiao Bailu, and doing what he had at hand.

She does everything very seriously.

Anyway, I was not sleepy. From noon, I continued to paint and change to the afternoon. Suddenly, the door was knocked.

Duanmu Yawang cleaned up the paper in his hand and covered it, then said, "Who?"

"Miss Duanmu, it's me." It was the voice of the steward.

Drawing portraits on the bones is not good for people to open up. Duanmu Yawang continued to pack up the things on her hands, and asked, "Is there anything to do?"

The steward respectfully said outside the door: "A person who claims to be your friend comes to look for you in front of the mansion."

"My friend? What's your name?"

"The visitor did not report his name, and it seems that he did not intend to report his name."

Is the attitude so crazy?

If someone visits the person but doesn't report their name, Duanmu Yawang tidied up and said, "Do you know him?"

"do not know."

If the manager doesn’t know her, then she really can’t guess who is looking for her. Duanmu Yawang packed everything up, put it back in the Qiankun bag, stood up and opened the door, and said to the manager: “Since the other party is so crazy, then Don't worry about it."

Guan Shichao Duanmu Yawang respectfully worshipped, and said, "However, the other party said that you would regret not seeing him."

"Oh?"

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows: "I wonder what the other party looks like?"

"Is a beautiful boy."

The steward thought about it for a while, "The temperament is very unique, and I can tell at a glance that he is not a child of ordinary people, and he said that he knows Young Master Bai."

Duanmuya jumped on the tip of her heart. Before she could speak, Xiao Bailu had already jumped out of the bed, excited: "Sister, he is here!"

Duanmu Yawang also guessed it, and hurriedly asked the steward: "Is he still outside the door?"

"Although I am impatient, it is still there."

"I'm going out now."

When speaking, Duanmu Yawang held Xiao Bailu with one hand and one flashed away.

The manager saw that Duanmu Yawang was gone, and he knew where she had gone, so he hurriedly followed.

Duan Muya looked at the gate of Fang Mansion, and she really saw a slender, thin, fair-skinned young man leaning against a pillar with his eyebrows curled and impatiently.

Seeing him, Xiao Bailu was full of excitement, "Lord..."

After saying a word, he felt that it was not suitable, and said hurriedly: "Brother!"

"Brother shit!"

The young man glared at him unceremoniously, and already picked up the little white deer in a flash, he slapped the little white deer's ass, his strength did not relax at all, and the little white deer covered his **** on the spot with tears in his eyes.

The young man didn't feel sorry for him at all, and sneered: "It's not a long time to come out, but the courage is getting better day by day."

Little Bailu said with tearful grievances: "I don't want it either!"

Calling his master in front of so many people, the scene will definitely be out of control.

"Who told you about this title?"

The young man raised his hand and brought the little white deer to him. The master and servant had eyes to eyes and nose to nose, "Why didn't I know that you were like a crow like a crow, how can you say the same thing countless times? How many times have you talked to me?"

"Me, I don't want to either."

Little Bailu didn't dare to look at him at all, and said with a guilty conscience and aggrieved: "Yes, my sister asked me to do this."

If he didn't call him over and over again, Duanmu Yawang would not let him go.

Wow!

Why is he so pitiful?

"Don't pretend to be pitiful here." The other hand of the young man reached out and pinched his cheek. "I don't know what kind of virtue you are?"

Little Bailu's face was pinched red. Hearing what he said, he didn't dare to say anything. Do you want to be angry? He looked in the direction of the eager super Duan Mu Yawang.

Duanmu Yawang received his gaze for help, sighed helplessly, and hugged the little white deer from his hand, "You should be tired after traveling all the way, why don't we go into the house and talk?"

The boy slapped Xiao Bailu's **** again, and after a little bit of hatred, he hugged his chest and said coldly: "Who wants to talk to you, I'm hungry."

"..."

Duanmuya's mouth twitched.

Isn't he just like Gong Yulan, who can't eat casually?

"Why, there is no food yet for such a big mansion?"

"Some and some."

The butler also followed Duanmu Yawang, but he kept silent while watching their interaction, and he was also assessing the relationship between them in his heart.

However, in the end there was no conclusion.

After all, the young man Bai is called the younger brother and the younger sister Duanmu Yawang, but Duanmu Yawang and the young man do not seem to be very familiar with each other. The two do not look like siblings or siblings, and the young man is obviously familiar with the young man. , But not close.

So the relationship is hard to guess.

"Since there is something to eat, let's go in."

The young man snorted, no matter what other people's expressions were, he swaggered towards Fang Mansion.

The steward hurriedly followed, and the young man said: "I don't know the name of the son?"

"nameless."

"what?"

"He doesn't want to say it." Duanmu Yawang helplessly behind, "Let him go, and you don't have to talk to him when you see him."

"Uh, this, is this not in line with etiquette?" This has extraordinary temperament, plus it is Miss Duanmu's friend, how can he be so rude?

"He is so rude, so there is no need to pay attention to those."

When the manager heard the matter, he looked at the young man cautiously, but saw that he had no opinion on Duanmu Yawang's words at all, and he didn't care about the appearance.

The steward wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and thought to herself that each of Miss Duanmu's friends were extraordinary, but each of them was strangely tight and difficult to get along with.

"Just take care, I'll take him to my wing. We have something to discuss. You can ask someone to bring the meal to my room. Send some more so he can eat."

"good……"

Before a word of stewardship fell, the teenager snorted impatiently: "Whoever wants to go to your room to eat, you regard me as what I am, I want to eat in the hall, and discuss things in the hall. I don't want to. It has an unexplainable relationship with you."

"??"

Duanmuya's face turned black, and the blue veins on her forehead were puffed up, and she was annoyed by the steward: "Then let him, take the meal to the hall."

The steward said: "It's almost dinner too, Miss Duanmu want to eat together?"

"I want to eat it myself."

It was really difficult for the young man: "If someone is at the same table with me, I can't eat it."

"..."

Duanmuya looked at him and said, "Just take care of things, let him go, we will eat with them when the time comes."

"Eh, okay, okay."

The steward wiped his sweat, nodded respectfully to several people and left.