Please stop imagining things, I'm such a good person

Normally, Fang Hao would not get up until he woke up to the sun. Today, he got up early for business.

There were two paths before him, and either one made him feel full of a sense of crisis.

There are still nine days left to escort the Crown Prince of Qi. It will be too late if we don’t act now.

Bao Longxing asked, "My dear nephew, I am very curious as to why you are doing this."

Fang Hao naturally wouldn't tell him that he had to cash in his kindness points as soon as possible.

With Oscar-level acting skills activated, the expression on Fang Hao's face changed, like a saint who is concerned about his country and the people.

"Uncle Bao, you know I don't know if I can come back after this trip, so I want to do more good things before I leave."

Bao Longxing looked embarrassed, "But there is too much money and too little time. I can't spend it all."

Fang Hao promised him a large sum of money, which he could use as he pleased as long as he did good deeds, but there was one condition: he had to spend all the money within nine days.

Normally, asking the Ministry of Revenue for money for disaster relief was like asking for the lives of those misers. Now that he had the money but didn't know how to use it, Bao Longxing felt both sad and happy.

Fang Hao's face changed, "How can it not be used? How is it possible that it can't be used?"

"Have the refugees outside the city been settled? Are they well fed? Are they warmly clothed?"

"Even if we can have enough food and clothes, why don't we have some chicken, duck, fish, eggs and meat? How can rice alone be nutritious?"

Bao Longxing was dumbfounded. In all his life, this was the first time he heard of feeding meat to disaster victims!

Fang Hao continued, "Don't the orphans in the outer city need help? Should we build more charity halls for beggars?"

"Buy some warm clothes for the poor people, and ask doctors to prescribe medicine for the sick!"

"Clear the stinking sewers in the outer city and repair the buildings that collapsed under the heavy snow."

Fang Hao pretended to be dissatisfied, "Mr. Bao, you are the father and mother of the government, how can you not think more about the people!"

Bao Longxing was speechless. In this era when people are happy just to have enough food to eat, who would think so much?

Bao Longxing bowed solemnly with his hands folded, and said shamefacedly, "Thank you for your advice!"

Fang Hao quickly helped him up, "Uncle Bao, as a commoner, I have thought too much. Common people are not cattle or horses. In addition to having enough food and clothing, they should have more pursuits."

Bao Longxing nodded, "You are right. As the prefect, I should make the people under my rule live happier lives!"

Fang Hao heaved a sigh of relief, "Uncle Bao, starting tomorrow, you should send the Jinwu Guards to come to me every night to get the silver!"

"Nephew, where do you get so much money? The profit of perfume shouldn't be that big, right?" Bao Longxing asked curiously.

Fang Hao smiled mysteriously, "Uncle Bao, you will know tomorrow."

After keeping the secret, Fang Hao said goodbye and left.

No matter what era, the sales of aphrodisiac herbs or medicinal liquors are very high. He still remembers that after his roommate in his previous life started dating a girlfriend, he held a thermos cup every day and sipped it in the dormitory like an old cadre.

After Fang Hao gave him a bottle of maca, he naturally gained an adopted son who never complained about bringing him meals and signing in for work, regardless of wind or rain.

Although the blue pill cannot cure the disease permanently, it is a great treasure if it can treat the symptoms for these old men who are unable to do anything else!

Riding the BMW bestowed by the emperor, Fang Hao slowly headed towards the outer city.

This docile little mare was named Ferrari by Fang Hao because he could really be ridden one-handed.

"Brother Fang!"

A call made Fang Hao turn around.

Looking at the delicate face sticking out of the carriage, Fang Hao smiled. What a coincidence!

"Mu Liu, what a coincidence?"

Su Muliu's face turned slightly red. It was she who asked Fang Hao to call her Muliu, and the reason was Miss Su, which seemed very unfamiliar.

"Brother Fang, I came here specially to see you!"

"Find me?"

Fang Hao pointed at his nose, looking puzzled. What do you want me to do?

Su Muliu nodded, "Brother Fang, I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Okay, let's find a place to talk."

Faced with an invitation from a woman, especially a beautiful one, Fang Hao would naturally not refuse. After all, it has been scientifically proven that if a man looks at more beautiful women every day, he can live 5 years longer.

Who would refuse to live longer?

......

In the private room on the top floor of Zhenxiu Building, Fang Hao sat two seats next to Su Muliu.

"Chunhua, you go out first!" Su Muliu said.

Chunhua's eyes widened and she stammered, "Miss... isn't this bad?"

If the master knew that the young lady was alone in a room with a man, she would be beaten to death.

Su Muliu said firmly, "You go out first. Don't worry, I won't let my father know about this."

Fang Hao had a strange look on his face. They were a single man and a single woman, and he had even sent the maid away. What did Su Muliu mean by this?

Could it be that he is attracted by my handsome face that everyone loves, flowers bloom when I see them, and cars get flat tires when I see them?

Touching his face, Fang Hao was secretly pleased with himself. It was true that he was handsome, suave, elegant, and the so-called "jade-faced little white dragon" who was more attractive than any other girl. It would be hard for any girl to resist such charm.

Oh, what should I name my child? My son should be named Fang Yuan. Hmm... My daughter should sound better. Fang Fang is a good name, a perfect combination of round and square. If I have another child...

Chunhua walked out, looking back every few steps. Before leaving, she glared at Fang Hao fiercely to warn him.

Just as Su Muliu was about to speak, Fang Hao spoke first, "Miss Muliu, you have good taste!"

Su Muliu was confused. What good vision did he have?

Seeing Su Muliu stunned, Fang Hao was more certain of what he was thinking, and said complacently, "Do you want to tell me something important today?"

Have you ever seen a pig run before you’ve eaten pork? Fang Hao is a master of emotions. He can guess the thoughts of this young girl accurately.

Su Muliu's beautiful eyes sparkled, "Brother Fang, how did you know?"

Fang Hao sighed and pretended to be experienced, "I have experienced too many things like this~"

Su Muliu was a little hesitant. Besides himself, was there anyone else who had told Brother Fang about this?

Seeing the hesitation on her face, Fang Hao immediately said, "Why don't we say what you want to say at the same time and see if my guess is right?"

Su Muliu pursed her lips and said, "Okay!"

"Brother Fang, it is too dangerous for you to escort the prince of Qi. It is best..."

"Do you like..."

The sound stopped abruptly and the room fell into silence.

Fang Hao's toes are about to poke through the soles of his shoes. It's so damn embarrassing!

Fang Hao laughed awkwardly, trying to cover up, "It seems that I guessed wrong, do you like the white plum blossoms? I thought you wanted to go to appreciate the plum blossoms again!"

Su Muliu's face flushed, and she whispered, "I do like Baimei, but I'm not here to talk about this today..."

Fang Hao was quick to speak. Even though he took it back in time, Su Muliu still heard the half word he uttered after "like". It should be the word "I"...

Thinking that he had successfully covered up the past, Fang Hao picked up the teacup to cover up, "Hey, a friend invited me to appreciate the plum blossoms these two days, and I thought you did the same, but I was wrong..."

Su Muliu didn't say anything, her face turned even redder, and she even lowered her head.

Fang Hao’s face turned pale in an instant. No way...did she hear it...?