"W-what do you mean?"
Huangfu Ting glanced at Su Yi in a panic, then touched the place where the silver needle had just been pricked, but found nothing.
"My silver needle is as thin as a hair, you can't get it out."
Su Yi said as he walked. Huangfuting was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide and chased after him: "Here, is this the kind you used on Wang Xingzu and Pei Gongxian's mother-in-law?"
"What do you think?"
Su Yi clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at the tall wooden building in front of him: "Be obedient and help me rescue Peng Ruoqing. I can keep you safe... If you play any tricks, Wang Ruoyan will be your fate!"
Huangfu Ting took a breath and swallowed: "You!"
At this moment, several men walked out of the Yonglefang building, as well as two gorgeous women. One of them was in her forties, a MILF, but she was somewhat charming.
After seeing off a few male guests, the woman immediately came up to her: "Which girl are you two looking for?"
The middle-aged woman looked at Huangfu Tinghou, an imperceptible light flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled at Su Yi and said: "This guest looks unfamiliar, do you want me to introduce you to some good ones?" ?”
Su Yi said expressionlessly: "I'm looking for someone."
"who?"
"Song Ziyi."
The old woman was slightly startled, then took two steps back, and her tone became a little alert: "What are you doing with our boss?"
"Take away someone who doesn't belong to him."
"Who?"
Su Yi said calmly: "Peng Ruoqing."
"Ah!" The woman covered her mouth and exclaimed.
Let’s talk about the other side.
Wooden upstairs.
Song Ziyi was lying on the bed, and next to him was a charming woman sitting in front of the dressing table, taking off pieces of jewelry.
"Qing'er, why do you still want to dance for those common people? The money I gave you is not enough for you?"
The person with her back to him was Peng Bing's daughter Peng Ruoqing. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror and said calmly: "I didn't touch anything you gave me. Dancing for them is my compensation for the food you gave me."
"Why are you so clear with me?"
Song Ziyi shook his head: "What, you have been with me for so long and you still want to leave here?"
"I just don't want to owe you anything."
Song Ziyi, who narrowed his eyes, looked slightly angry: "Qing'er, I understand what you are thinking. Do you think I have been wronged by letting you be a useless person like me?"
He got up from the bed as he spoke, and then threw himself behind Peng Ruoqing. He grabbed her hair with one hand and pinched Peng Ruoqing's neck with the other: "Remember...you will always be mine." Song Ziyi, no one else can touch you. Although I can't really own you, even if you die, you will be buried with me, understand!"
As if she was used to being treated like this by Song Ziyi, Peng Ruoqing looked at the roof expressionlessly, her eyes as calm as if nothing had happened.
"Oh shit!"
He pressed Peng Ruoqing onto the dressing table, put one hand around Peng Ruoqing's waist, and then pressed on her like a male dog.
Song Ziyi squinted his eyes, pressed his face against Peng Ruoqing's, and murmured: "I, I really like you so much, Qing'er..."
His hands were not idle, and he reached into Peng Ruoqing's collar.
At this moment——
"Master!"
A subordinate ran up the stairs and saw the scene in front of the dressing table. He lowered his head in fear and said, "There is a man down there with Prince Qi and he wants to see you, my boss!"
"Huangfuting?"
Song Ziyi slowly stood up from Peng Ruoqing. He straightened his clothes, turned around, and came to this subordinate: "Who is he?"
"It seems that he has never been here... Prince Qi seems to be quite afraid of him."
Song Ziyi thought for a while: "Go and have a look."
When they arrived on the second floor, they pointed at Su Yi and Huangfu Ting who were sitting in the lobby on the first floor.
The woman stood aside and waited.
He said he was waiting, but there were more than a dozen burly men all around, all looking at Su Yi as if they were prisoners.
"The Crown Prince is here!"
Song Ziyi shouted and walked down the straight stairs. When he appeared, the men and women around him looked at him, and some even took the initiative to say hello: "Master Song!"
Song Ziyi waved his hand, but his eyes never moved away from Su Yi, who was dressed as Peng Bing.
When Huangfu Ting saw him appearing, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. He grinned dryly: "Brother Song..."
As if considering Su Yi beside him, Huangfu Ting didn't move much. Instead, he sat on the chair with a slightly stiff body and said "haha" twice.
Walking to the table, Song Ziyi glanced at Su Yi's face like lightning. At this moment, Su Yi's hair covered most of his face, and with his head slightly lowered, basically no one could see his appearance clearly.
"Who is this?"
The woman stepped forward at this time: "My boss, this man came to you and wanted to take away someone who does not belong here."
"Looking for someone from me?"
Song Ziyi sat down in front of Su Yi with great interest. He leaned forward and put one hand on the edge of the table: "Who is your Excellency? Do we know each other?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Huangfu Ting, who frowned slightly and made an expression like "There's something wrong with this person."
Su Yi said calmly: "It doesn't matter who I am, but the person here doesn't belong here, so I want to take her away."
"Don't belong here?"
After Song Ziyi saw Huangfu Ting's eyes, he was already on guard. He sneered: "Ha! You and I don't know each other, but you come to me to ask for someone. Are you here to get married?"
After patting the table, the dozen or so tough men also followed him and surrounded him.
Su Yi still lowered his head and said calmly: "My daughter is here with you."
"oh?"
When Song Ziyi heard this, he burst into laughter and said, "What did I think it was? It turns out it's for the woman here..."
He said and glanced at Huangfu Ting: "Since you know the prince, it's easy to talk about it. Tell me who your daughter is, and I'll let you take it away. But... all the women here have clearly marked prices, and they still have to be redeemed. It’s for money, but since you are the crown prince, I can give you a discount, hahaha..."
Huangfu Ting glared at him anxiously, but Song Ziyi obviously didn't care.
"Peng Ruoqing." Su Yi said.
Song Ziyi, who was smiling, seemed to have been tapped on his acupoints, with his mouth open and looking at the roof, with a "hehe" sound in his throat.
Then he looked at Su Yi with a gloomy face: "What did you say?"
"I said Peng Ruoqing is my daughter."
"Hahaha……"
Song Ziyi sneered a few times and said in a sinister tone: "Do you know she is my woman? Do you know the consequences of saying that?"
He stood up from his chair.
"Daughter? Why did I hear that his father died long ago?"
Song Ziyi said and winked at the people on the side.
