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    "Nalan, what are you doing, why are you splashing water in the room?" Meng Bumie scolded him in a very depressed and dissatisfied tone when water was poured on him.  Meng Buxie never expected that he would be splashed with water when he entered his daughter's room. He was completely relaxed and unprepared. Moreover, his strength was not as good as before, so he accidentally got tricked.  Jiang Fan on the side was also stunned. He didn't expect that the person who came in would be Meng Wumie. Why was this old man here?  When he saw Meng Bumie's naked body, he was immediately amused. He opened his mouth to laugh, but when he saw Meng Bumie staring at the saint with an unhappy look on his face, it was inappropriate to laugh at this time, so he had to hold it back.  "Why don't you go get that towel and wipe your father's water!" Jiang Fan suppressed his laughter and shouted at the bewildered saint, while closing the door.  It was a thorough consideration. The patriarch was splashed with water by his daughter who is a saint. If word of this spread out, they will lose face. Losing face, the saint will hate herself even more. It is better to control the conflict and keep it small.  It's harmless, but it's still not good if it makes a big fuss.  The saint was immediately reminded and did not bother to pester Jiang Fan. However, when she turned around, she glared at Jiang Fan fiercely before going to get the towel. Only then did Meng Bumie notice Jiang Fan and said with some surprise and embarrassment: "Uh, you are here too.  Ah, this, this really makes you laugh! " "It's okay, I came to chat with the saint. It's just a coincidence!" Jiang Fan said with a careless smile.  "Oh, you guys are chatting, then why does she still splash water while chatting?" Meng Bumie asked with some confusion when he saw that Jiang Fan's serious and awkward expression had dissipated a lot.  "It's nothing. While we were chatting, I noticed that the door was a little dirty, so the saint filled a basin of water and poured it on the door to wipe it off. You just happened to come in!" Jiang Fan explained nonsensically.  "The door is a little dirty? It seems to be quite clean. Nalan, if it's dirty, why don't you let the servants handle it? Why do you still want you to splash water on the door?" Meng Bumie looked at the door in surprise, took it and walked over to hand it over.  The towel wiped the water on his face and complained in confusion.  It was impossible to tell what happened just now, let alone too embarrassed to say it. Jiang Fan's lying saint could only continue and said in a perfunctory manner: "Uh, I, I'm too lazy to bother the servants, so I just want to do it myself!" "That's it,  The saint told me that she was very hard-working and capable. She knew how to do housework, wash clothes, wash dishes, and was good at cooking. To verify it, I casually said that the door was dirty and the floor was a little dirty. She  You have to show it to me!" Jiang Fan rolled his eyes and said with a smile.  "Brother, Nalan is really right. Although she is a saint with a high status and rarely works, she is very capable. Nalan, then go ahead and wipe the door and mop the floor!" Meng  Immortal was happy when he heard this, and immediately cast an admiring and encouraging look at the saint.  I felt happy, thinking that my daughter had accepted my suggestion and started to attack Jiang Fan to get closer. This was a good way. In the outside world, a qualified woman must be able to go to the hall and the kitchen.  "Ah, mopping the floor!" The saint was immediately stunned and angry. This guy is too bad, but it was difficult to get angry when his father was present, so he said unhappily: "Father, we can do it later, it's so late.  Why are you here?" He didn't hesitate to change the subject.  "Nalan, the door is not big, and the ground is not big either. You'd better finish it and I'll talk to you later. Hurry up!" Meng Bumie didn't let go and urged.  "Also, tomorrow you will cook in person and show off your cooking skills. It just so happens that I haven't tasted your cooking for a long time!" Then Meng Bumie warned, with Jiang Fan present, he wanted his daughter to show off her cooking skills.  "No way, her cooking skills are really good?" Jiang Fan secretly laughed and doubted with a look of disbelief.  "Well, little brother, I never tell lies. I promise you will never forget the food cooked by Nalan. I wish she could cook the food for the rest of my life!" Meng Bumie immediately praised with a smile on his face.  "Father, I don't have time to do this. I have to go to the ancestral hall to worship, and I have to visit a few places, and!" The saint felt dizzy and hurriedly excused herself.  "Nalan, don't do this or that. No matter where you go, you have to eat. Okay, it's settled. As long as you are with my little brother, you have to cook the food yourself, you know?" Can you tell?  The saint was not happy, Meng Buji was a little unhappy and interrupted to give the forced order.  "This opportunity can't be missed. Jiang Fan seems to be quite interested in what he means. By then he has been caught in the stomach, and the matter with Nalan is basically half successful.  "Nalan, although you are a saint, you are not a member of my tribe. He is our ally, our nobleman, and our friend. Your hospitality is completely reasonable. Girls should be more generous!"  He persuaded her, worried that the saint would be embarrassed and lose face.  The saint was speechless and couldn't argue. Although she was very reluctant, she had to listen to her father's words. She turned around to fetch water and find a rag with a displeased look on her face.He hated Jiang Fan to death.  "Brother, please sit down and drink tea first. I'll change my clothes and come right back. I just want to talk to you!" Meng Bumie was satisfied when his daughter was obedient. He looked at the wetness on his body and was polite to Jiang Fan.  After that, he turned around and went out.  Meng Bumie went out, closed the door, filled a basin with water and put a rag on her wrist. The saint who came out immediately put down the basin, angrily ran to Jiang Fan and gnashed her teeth, cursed and threatened: "Wait, I want you to look good, you are a scoundrel."  Bastard! " The saint wanted to beat Jiang Fan. She only mopped the door, but she even had to cook for him. This was too embarrassing. This was a big loss, but it was not easy to do it. She knew her father  Coming soon.  "Damn, why are you so verbose? Go wipe the door and mop the floor quickly. Remember to mop the door and mop the floor. I need to mop the floor clean. I want to check. If it's not clean, don't sleep at night. I'll make you stand facing the wall all night!  "Jiang Fan ignored the threat and acted like a master giving a lesson to his servants.  The saint suddenly became angry, clenched her fists tightly, and gasped. Jiang Fan rolled his eyes even more triumphantly and said, "Okay, why are you breathing? You haven't worked yet. You're like a big cow."  I'm not asking you to milk, what's wrong with you, really!" "You, you, I will fight with you!" The saint was furious and finally broke out. She was so angry that she rushed towards Jiang Fan.  Damn it, I got mad again!  Jiang Fan was startled and jumped up quickly and walked around behind the coffee table. He rolled his eyes and said hurriedly: "Listen, there are footsteps outside the door, your father is here!" The Saint was startled and turned around quickly, took a rag, put it in the basin and dipped it in water.  Wringing out, he walked to the door, stood in front of it and listened, then opened the door and looked outside and realized that he had been tricked, so he immediately slammed the door.  The saint turned around bitterly, only to see Jiang Fan looking at her with a proud look on his face, holding tea, and immediately ran towards Jiang Fan. Suddenly he stopped again, feeling that something was wrong. His father was not here now, but he should be here soon, so he gave up very helplessly.  , angrily began to wipe the door, very hard, the door was wiped with a whirring sound.  "Damn it, you are trying to wipe the door. Does the door have a grudge against you? If it were heavier, the door would be broken. You don't care about it at all. It's true!" Jiang Fan said sarcastically.  "Hey, the same goes for old man Meng. How can a rich and well-fed, well-fed and extremely obese young lady know how to work? She still insists on putting gold on her face. I really don't know what to say!" Then Jiang Fan said in an old-fashioned way.  sighed.  "You, you still said, wuwuwu!" When the saint heard this, she punched the door angrily and started to choke and cry. She was so bullied now.  Message to readers: First update
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