The house is also a very old brick and tile house, which is exactly the same as the villagers at the foot of the mountain. The only difference is that you can smell the agarwood of medicinal materials as soon as you get close.

Murong Ting nodded, and the two of them gently pushed open the fence door and walked in.

In the yard, a middle-aged man sitting next to him was shaking a rattan chair.

I saw him about fifty years old, wearing a loose white jacket, with a small stove in front of him boiling Chinese medicine.

He held his cell phone in one hand and fan in the other, and occasionally hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he was browsing a short video.

Hearing the movement, he looked up.

With eyes facing each other, Murong Ting's heart beats like a drum. This person should be Kong Wange's master.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said politely: "Hello, is it Mr. Yan Heli?"

Yan Heli put down the fan, straightened his body, and a smile of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his voice was calm and deep: "Hey, what are you asking for me?"

Murong Ting's voice tightened: "May I ask...Is Wen Yan your apprentice?"

He deliberately used Wen Yan's name.

If Kong Wange is really gentle, her master will definitely know her affairs clearly. As long as this master admits it, it will be enough to prove that all the speculations he and Lin Cheng just now are correct!

Yan Heli looked too lazy to pay attention to him: "Who is Wen Yan? I haven't heard of him, and I don't know him."

After the words came, Murong Tingru was hit hard and his body shook.

Fortunately, Lin Cheng quickly helped him.

Murong Ting's face was pale, his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of helplessness and disappointment.

Did their previous inferences be wrong?

Isn’t Kong Wange gentle?

Lin Cheng looked at Murong Ting's eyes from hope to disappointment, and felt sad. Seeing that his president had lost his soul and could not speak, he asked him anxiously again: "Mr. Yan, you are here

Think about it carefully, she may also be the nickname or pseudonym of one of your apprentices."

Yan Heli stood up impatiently and drove the two of them with a fan: "What a mess? If you don't know, you don't know. Where did you find this place? Come on a walk."

Murong Ting was in a state of dismay. He was about to be rushed to the gate of the yard and was pushed to stagger, so he woke up a little.

He subconsciously raised his eyes and happened to see Yan Heli's raised left hand, and a green bamboo leaf was embroidered with green needles and thread under the cuff.

In an instant, he was stunned.

"Yanyan, touch me, I didn't pay attention. It seemed that I had scratched the clothes you gave me. Don't be angry. Wait until my eyes are ready and I will pay you a hundred pieces."

"What, why are you so careless? I'm the white coat... Cough cough, it's okay, the hole is not very big. I embroidered a bamboo leaf to repair it, white clothes and green leaves can be saved with artistic conception

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The conversation that had happened to me came to my mind, Murong Ting stared at the green bamboo leaves on Yan Heli's cuffs and breathed rapidly.

There is such a coincidence in this world?

After a while, his eyes lit up. It was impossible. This was definitely not a coincidence!

Yanyan, a girl lives alone in Shaoyao, how could she have men's clothes?

She must have stolen the clothes from someone else, and this person is likely to be her master, Yan Heli.

As for why Mr. Yan said he didn't know Yanyan, or he really didn't know this pseudonym.

Or I just think this is Yanyan's privacy and it is not convenient to tell him this stranger.

After thinking about this clearly, Murong Ting felt that his heart was about to jump out.

The excitement of losing and regaining surged into his chest, prompting him to be much more clear and clear.

Yan Heli was still driving him and Lin Cheng.

He blocked the big palm fan that was so painful that he sucked the person, and interrupted in the pain: "Master Yan, stop first and listen to my explanation."


Chapter completed!