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Jia Cong sneaked and gently pulled the rope down the wall. The big white dog at the door blew a few times. He hurriedly avoided the corner of the wall behind the west wing, with a tree and a house blocking it. At this time, the moon came out of the east mountain and could not shine on him, but the big yellow dog discovered him. You Sanjie and pomegranate ran out of the east wing to see him.

Jia Cong patted his chest. He remembered that Pomegranate was coming to the west wing when he replied, so he quickly walked to the back window, pointed to the broken paper-paste screen with his fingers, closed his left eye, and looked in with his right eye. Sure enough, he saw the candlelight in the house shining. You Shi was sitting next to the round table, and could only see her back.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

The dog's barking was getting closer and closer. Jia Cong was anxious and knocked on the window: "Sister-in-law... Youshi, open the window quickly."

You Shi was obviously alarmed, and stood up and looked for the source of sound. After Jia Cong shouted a few more times, she came over here to open the screen window, but refused to let him in: "Didn't I tell you to leave?"

"You let me in first." Jia Cong felt relieved, just as if he hadn't sought death.

"Hmph! Don't want to come in!" You Shi wanted to laugh, holding the window door with both hands, blocking the window and preventing it from entering. She glanced back at Jia Cong's persistence, but she was a little moved, but when she remembered his rudeness last night, or maybe she couldn't explain the reason, she didn't want him to come in.

"Do you have the heart to see me die? We will be in trouble when we are seen." Jia Cong looked depressed and looked pitiful. He climbed up as he said.

You Shi refused to support her and took a wooden stick to drive away the person. Suddenly she felt something was wrong. The window, the wooden stick, wasn't it Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian, the beginning of the thunder in the sky that sparked the earth? She was both ashamed and angry. At that moment, Jia Cong had already crawled in and closed the window and door.

"Sister, have you seen a thief over the wall? The dog kept barking?" The voice of Sister You San was heard outside the window.

"No, sometimes no one calls it."

Sister You San thought outside the window for a while, smiled, and took the dog back, Jia Cong breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing him like this, Youshi also brought ropes and iron hooks, fully armed, and spared no effort to make the cause of affair. Youshi blushed even more: "What are you doing?"

Jia Cong felt aroused in his heart. Although You are a man of old age, he is not too old. The original work has "a dead golden elixir and a beautiful deed." It can be seen that You are very beautiful, and the 87th version of Dream of Red Mansions was not performed. Of course, the age difference between the two is large, and You are almost thirty years old.

But Youshi never gave birth to a son. She was a housekeeper and Jia Rong was born by her original wife. She was in the same situation as Mrs. Xing, with no children and no power in her family.

Although she is over thirty years old, she is well maintained, and there are no wrinkles on her face, and she is very charming. A woman is as good as a wolf in her thirty years old and as a tiger in her thirty years old. She is still in a stage of strong physiological needs and fertility. Li Xiaolu is still cheating on her thirty days. This is nothing. To go far, Concubine Wan is still in great Chenghua at the age of 20, and poverty limits our imagination.

Jia Cong approached her and didn't feel shameless. "I just wanted to see if you have anything to do or not. If you have nothing to do, I'll feel relieved."

Youshi's eyes were sore and she burst into tears and said, "What should you do in the future if you call me?"

Jia Cong patted his chest: "I will protect you for one day."

"What if it is a slander that is slandered by a hundred slander, you can't survive?" You raised your eyes and continued to ask.
Chapter completed!