Zhuo Lengping supported his waist, staggered to the bedroom, gently kicked the door open with her feet, and placed Chen Tongpao on the bed.
Chen Tongpao rolled on the bed, half-opening his eyes, and muttered: "Zhuo Lengping..."
Zhuo Lengping was scared and walked away. Unexpectedly, Tongpao Chen grabbed her clothes in an instant, pulled hard and threw Lengping on the bed.
Chen Tongpao turned over, pulled her head, and pinched her round cheeks with both hands: "The reason why I am willing to accept you... into the house is not because of your name Zhu Qiuguang, but because of your name." Your real name..."
Leng Ping's facial features were all twisted with nervousness. Although he kept rolling his tongue, he sounded extremely clear.
"I know you came from the Lu family, and Yizheng is still plotting to hunt you down...can you hide it from me?" Chen Tongpao let out a long breath, making Leng Ping curl his lips in disgust.
"I can keep you because your experience in the Lu family can help me understand the situation there, that's all! You should be thinking about other big dreams... But I told you you have not……"
"Are you going to run away again? That would be a pursuit from two counties, and there would be nowhere to hide..." The colleague then let out a weird laugh.
Leng Ping didn't dare to move a finger and listened quietly to his heavy breathing. She felt a little relieved when she saw her colleague slowly closing his eyes and closing his lips.
His few words mean nothing more than two things: first, she has only use value in his eyes, and he tells her to be self-aware; second, she cannot run away.
These few words will be firmly placed around her neck like a shackle, exerting irresistible power.
Leng Ping looked back at Chen Tongpao again and saw that he was already snoring and seemed to have fallen asleep. But this person seems to be awake all the time, and his ever-changing demeanor on the surface is like a cover, making it difficult to see his true nature.
Leng Ping came out of the house, it was Yue Gao Fengqing, and the two of them had probably fallen asleep angrily. But she didn't care at all about the attitudes of the two men. She only recognized one sentence: understand your value. Since there is no exploitable value in the eyes of the housekeeper and the old servant, then we should work more on Mr. Chen.
When he got up early the next day, Zhuo Lengping went to the fire room again, pulled firewood into the ground, poured water, covered the pot, and waited to make porridge. After a while, the housekeeper and the old servant came in. They just puffed out their cheeks and didn't look good.
"How did you two sleep?" Leng Ping said with a smile.
"Okay, okay!" The two of them knew that their master was sitting in the cubicle, so they didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so they forced themselves to smile.
After a few people exchanged a few words in harmony, the porridge slowly began to boil. Leng Ping took out a bowl of porridge first, opened the curtain, walked out of the fire room, and placed it on the square table in front of Chen Tongpao.
"This year's barley is pretty good..." He looked at Zhuo Lengping calmly, with no strange expression on his face. The memory of yesterday seemed to have been wiped away, and he no longer knew it.
Zhuo Lengping had the courage to say a few words to him, but when he saw his appearance today, he hesitated a little.
She rubbed the corner of the curtain, hesitated for a long time, then turned around and said to Tongpao Chen: "Chen..."
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Stop hitting the bowl..."
Zhuo Lengping hurriedly hid aside and saw the butler coming over with porridge, so he had to order as much as he could.
She walked to the fire room and took a pair of wooden chopsticks, and started eating aside. From time to time, she glanced at Chen Tongpao and secretly winked, but he was indifferent and only talked to the old servant relaxedly.
After eating for a long time, Chen Tongpao suddenly put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his forehead, and threw it aside.
"What...what's wrong, Master?" the steward asked.
"I drank too much when I went to Yizheng last night. My head hurts and I feel very uncomfortable." Chen Tongpao said through gritted teeth.
"Then you go and have a rest. Don't hurt your body." The old slave said.
"Okay, you guys eat." He pushed the chair away and said casually:
"Qiu Guang, follow me out first and pour a cup of tea." After saying that, he stood up and went out along the steps.
Leng Ping's hand holding the chopsticks hung in the air, his eyes widened as he looked around, seeing the butler lowering his head and the old servant looking at Chen Tongpao in surprise. Only then did she react, put down the bowl in a hurry, and shouted, "I'll come right away!"
The housekeeper and the old servant looked at each other for a long time and then said, "Master Chen, is he really interested in that girl?"
The old servant took a sip of the porridge like a wolf and curled his lips: "Master Butler, you are worrying too much!"
"No, let me tell you," the housekeeper poked the bottom of the bowl with his chopsticks, "didn't that girl just go and open the door yesterday? I didn't see her come back until late at night... Who knew Mr. Chen..." He Halfway through his words, he suddenly coughed several times.
"Drink porridge, let's drink porridge!"
Leng Ping took a snow-white silver plate, put the teapot and tea bowl on it, then opened the lid of the pot and poured water into the porcelain bowl.
"Miss Zhu, you are such a pitiful person," Tongpao Chen sighed behind her. "Not only is my mother gone, but I don't even have a copper coin with me. If I didn't help, I would have frozen to death on the street. I I really want to know what you have experienced before.”
This was not Chen Tongpao's verbal concern, but a hint that asked her to reveal everything she had heard and seen in the Lu family.
Leng Ping didn't panic, silently filled the cup with tea and brought it to Chen Tongpao.
"It's not hot, adults, please drink." She stared at the expressionless Chen Tongpao, who was like a stone sculpture in Leng Ping's eyes.
"I'll drink it, you tell me." Tongpao Chen lowered his brows, took the tea and drank it.
"I was originally the concubine of the Lu family." Leng Ping took a deep breath and finally said it.
Chen Tongpao pretended to be in deep thought.
"Because...the Lu family wanted to arrest me and send me to prison, so I ran away with my mother."
"Why did the Lu family send their concubine to the government?"
Leng Ping looked at him affectionately: "Please don't ask..."
"It's up to you, just say what you want to say." Chen Tongpao said calmly.
"The folk girl continued." Leng Ping paused, "So I ran all the way and fled to Taizhou, took a fake name... and have lived here ever since."
"The Lu family are still hunting?" Tongpao Chen knocked on the rim of the bowl and made a few crisp sounds.
"That's right. Because the Lu family wants to arrest me immediately to exchange for cash so that they can pay off Jiangdu's debt." Leng Ping said.
"What?" The colleague's eyebrows furrowed, "Jiangdu's account? What's going on?"
Seeing that this matter had been brought out, Leng Ping quickly replied: "I heard this from my mother. It was said that Mr. Lu Jishou owed money to a gambling house in Jiangdu, and he couldn't move it around, and he had no spare cash on hand. "
Tongpao Chen pinched his beard and smiled meaningfully: "This is the first useful information you have provided me."
