My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 3: Five hundred and eighty-seventh

Ms. Fang also knows that it is impossible to negotiate with the host's family at this time, otherwise it will become more annoying.

The girl smiled awkwardly, and said softly, "No, don't be wronged. This is the only way in this extraordinary period."

Gu Dazhong nodded hurriedly, slightly relieved.

If the young lady asks him to negotiate with the host's family about the exchange of houses, I am afraid that she will really annoy the other party and throw her party directly off the boat.

"People have to bow their heads under the eaves." Miss Fang sighed sadly, looking at Duo Shanmei as if there was nothing.

"Miss, why don't you eat some steamed buns?" Gu Dazhong hurriedly said, "Let’s go there quickly and eat something to eat first. This time I will be wronged by Miss and Young Master. When we get to Daxi City, we will contact you. The shopkeeper, you and the young master don’t have to be so wronged anymore."

That's what I said, but Gu Dazhong knew in his heart that this matter might still be a little unclear.

My master died halfway down the road, and the entire Fang family suddenly lost its backbone.

At this point, the two young masters and ladies, who have no business and have no understanding of the world, want to take over the branch of the city...It may not be easy to say.

Ms. Fang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, holding her brother's hand and said, "Uncle Gu, why do I have such a hard life."

Gu Dazhong couldn't help but sighed, "Miss, let's not talk about this. Look...there are not many steamed buns on the dinner table. Let's go over and get some!"

When they walked over, they found that the steamed buns on the dinner table were long gone, and there were only one or two soybeans and two or three pickles left in the side dishes...

Gu Dazhong looked stunned.

Obviously, when they looked over from a distance, there was still some food left on the table.

How come it takes just a few steps...Is nothing left? ?

Ms. Fang looked at the table full of mess, and then thought about the wealthy life at home in the past, she sighed more and more sadly, "Forget Uncle Gu, let's go back to the room first."

A member of the Wangchuanduo clan at the table smiled awkwardly at Gu Dazhong, coughed and took out two steamed buns from the inner world, "Gu Guanshi, you can take it and eat it."

Miss Fang gave the cultivators a grimace, bit her lip and pulled her brother away.

They are cultivators, and if they can’t eat it, they can still store some food for themselves. Blame her for not being able to cultivate. There is no one or two in the inner world, and it is impossible to collect food like others.

Looking at the girl Fang leaving with tears in her eyes, several repairers became more embarrassed, and quickly stood up and said uneasily, "Uh~IndoMTL.com~Fang, we just saw no one wants to eat. This is... to put away the remaining food."

"Yes, yes, I don't want to waste it. I didn't expect...Miss Fang hasn't eaten it yet." The other party coughed in embarrassment.

Ms. Fang's sad look just now is too pitiful.

The beauty of Duoshan could not help being speechless.

This girl shouldn't leave crying just for a bun.

She subconsciously glanced at the side of the small facial paralysis.

The facial paralyzed face was very keen, and the electric shot came over and made a direct contact with himself.

Duo Shanmei's heart chuckles, her eyes shrunk slightly.

In the past few days, she has not dared to hang around in front of the little girl.

After all, there are still grievances and grievances between Wang Chuan Duo and the little girl.