Chapter 21
The chef didn’t know that the owner of the castle was tightly tied up in the room, so he dutifully prepared a sumptuous lunch.
Only one person was sitting in the hall.
When he woke up, he found that not only were his teammates gone, but even the housekeeper had disappeared. He thought that they were all dead, so he trembled and didn’t dare to go anywhere.
Now that he finally saw them, he immediately stood up excitedly.
“You, why did you all disappear just now?”
Shen Dongqing pulled out a chair and sat down. “We went to do some small things.”
Checkered Shirt was skeptical. “Did you find any clues?”
Shen Dongqing was biting the cut pork chop and didn’t have time to answer. But his face was a little serious, which made Checkered Shirt’s heart tighten.
Checkered Shirt asked tentatively, “What’s wrong?”
Shen Dongqing looked up at him blankly, and then said, “Sure enough, the mushroom juice is delicious.”
Checkered Shirt: …
Zhou Wenyan said coldly, “You’d better stay in the room. No matter what you hear, don’t come out.”
Checkered Shirt saw that he was serious and didn’t even have time to eat the delicious food in front of him. He quickly got up and locked himself in the room.
If he didn’t listen to Zhou Wenyan’s reminder before, those who went out to see the Count in the middle of the night were already dead. He didn’t want to be the next one.
The two of them ate and drank to their hearts’ content, then returned to the Count’s bedroom.
The Count opened her eyes wide and looked at the two of them with resentment.
She wanted to curse, but when they went to eat just now, Shen Dongqing stuffed a handkerchief into her hands, so now she couldn’t make a sound.
At this moment, Wu Jia slowly woke up.
He was a little confused and felt a little pain in his neck. “What happened?
Why did I faint? ”
Shen Dongqing, who knocked the Count out, looked around.
Zhou Wenyan saw him like this and couldn’t help but laugh.
Wu Jia: “What happened?”
“She did it.” Shen Dongqing didn’t hesitate to put the blame on the Count.
The Count:?
She was sitting at home, but the blame came from the sky?
However, the count’s mouth was firmly gagged, and he couldn’t say a word.
Wu Jia didn’t doubt him at all. “Then I’ll have to tie her up tightly, in case she tries to play any tricks.”
As he spoke, he went forward and tied the Countess from a little beauty into a big dumpling. Only then did he clap his hands.
“What should we do next?” Wu Jia turned his head and asked.
Shen Dongqing raised his hand. “I ordered afternoon tea.”
Wu Jia didn’t hear clearly for a moment, so he asked again, “What?”
Shen Dongqing said, “There’s milk tea and strawberry cake.”
Wu Jia was starting to understand Shen Dongqing’s character, which was to stay out of the situation no matter what. He turned to look at Zhou Wenyan.
He didn’t expect this big shot to join in the fun and said with a smile, “You forgot about the cocoa muffins.”
Wu Jia turned his head stiffly and met the Earl’s eyes.
Both of them understood the meaning in each other’s eyes.
Did they go to the wrong place?
The servant thought that the afternoon tea was ordered by the Count, so he quickly prepared it. He pushed the dining cart and respectfully knocked on the door.
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