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Chapter 372 Goal to Become a Landlord Wife (33)

Just when she came to Mr. Qingxue's room, Mr. Qingxue was astonished, Liyue explained a little, and Liyue added something for his disguise.

Liyue took Young Master Qingxue and was about to go out when there was an exclamation outside the door, followed by panicked footsteps.

The two looked at each other, Liyue swallowed silently, and opened the door swiftly, her face full of feigned panic and panic.

"Let's go, Xiao Shunzi, this is on fire, it's really a shame!" Li Yue frowned, without turning her head, but complained irritably to the ordinary-looking young man dressed up as a servant behind her.

As soon as the words were finished, the door diagonally across from her was opened, and a fat uncle with bare arms popped up, and asked Li Yue in horror, "Did you really go off the rails?"

Liyue nodded to him, and answered him seemingly speechlessly, "No, the fire hasn't reached you yet, the roof of my house is on fire, you should run away!"

Finally, he seemed to be grumbling to himself again, "I didn't expect that such a big smoke shop would catch on fire."

When the fat uncle heard Liyue's complaints, he still nodded in a face-saving manner, and then he slipped into the room.

Just as Liyue reached the stairs, a voice calling out to her came from behind, "Wait for me!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Liyue was speechless, she never thought that the fat man wanted to go with her.

But Liyue still turned around to wait for him. She almost laughed when she saw the fat uncle running towards him with his clothes wrapped casually and his big round belly bumping.

The two walked towards the exit, and slowly some people who sensed the fire gathered around them.

Then they came out without a hitch.

Later, Liyue learned that the Qingyan House was on fire, and the place of the fire was the upstairs room of Young Master Qingxue.

The guests in that room yesterday ordered a lot of wine, saying that they wanted to enjoy the feeling of drinking in the pool of meat. Although the tub full of wine was removed in the end, there was a lot of wine on the ground.

Then early in the morning, the guest was picked up, and even the serving young master was taken away.

It may be that the candlestick was accidentally ignited when people left in a hurry.

And that house was next door to Ah Jing's brother's house, so several houses were affected by the disaster.

What surprised Liyue the most was that there were no casualties.

The nearest rooms of the Burning House were empty, having been taken by guests at various times.

Moreover, no news came out from the Qingyan Pavilion that Mr. Qingxue was missing.

Ah Jing didn't come back in the end.

But when Wang Zhi went home, it seemed that his head was seriously injured. The Wang family didn't know the specific situation, and Li Yue was even more unclear.

It's just a pity that Wang Zhi was given medicine.

Liyue waited in the slum for one day, two days, three days, one week, two weeks, until after waiting for more than a month, she moved.

Mr. Qingxue's real name is Bai Hongjun. After leaving the Qingyan Hall, he found that he had nowhere to go. When he was running out of ideas, Liyue asked him if he knew calligraphy.

He said he would meet a little bit, and then Liyue took him in.

What I didn't expect was that Bai Hongjun knew a little bit, and he really knew a little bit.

The handwriting is clear and clear, but very popular.

But he had money, Liyue didn't have to take care of his expenses, and they both had a companion.

So Li Yue was writing in the study, and Bai Hongjun was reading.

Sometimes Bai Hongjun's hands itch and he wants to play music, but Liyue stops him.

Good guy, how eye-catching is your song that appeared in a slum!

So besides reading, he slowly played chess with himself, and sometimes he asked Liyue to play a game with him, but Liyue refused.

Go...she doesn't know how!

If two people really play chess together, either he is crazy or she is crazy.

Bai Hongjun saw more and more miscellaneous books, so he wanted to travel.

His idea grew stronger and stronger, until more than a month later, he said goodbye.

　I was eating spicy strips, basking in the sun, wearing pajamas, breathing heavily, and clicking on my phone all the time.

　　So cuties, how are you reading novels now?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)