"What can I do? With a beautiful woman in my arms, let's flirt with her." Fragrance, it smells so good. The man sucked his finger again, and in just a moment, the cock was fully inserted into his belly.
Chen Guichun's craftsmanship has become increasingly sophisticated. Hey, after he leaves, will he still be able to taste such delicious food? Or, secretly kidnap Chen Guichun?
"Hey, let me tell you, Nangong Wenyue, why are you so stingy that you just called me a golden rooster? I was running around today and had a fight with that kid Mu Ting. I have worked hard and deserved the credit. Yes, is it worth a golden rooster?"
The man on Arhat's bed was none other than Nangong Wenyue.
He looked at the man who was sucking his finger with special disgust: "Are you martial arts practitioners so like starving ghosts?"
"Of course. Fighting is all hard work, unlike Mr. Wenyue Lang, who uses his brain instead of the fireworks of the world." The man sarcastically said.
"Scoff." Nangong Wenyue scoffed.
He said: "I heard from Guichun that when you left this morning, you ate two drawers of spring bamboo shoots and ham buns, two bowls of shredded chicken porridge, a bowl of mutton noodle soup, and a plate of pickled king melon. Your belly is so full. Eat so much food?" The key is that he is still thin, like a white-faced scholar who has not eaten all day long and will fall down when the wind blows.
"Is Chen Guichun so stingy? He actually remembers everything I eat." The man roughly pulled the handkerchief to wipe his hands while complaining about Chen Guichun.
"I paid for the money. If he doesn't tell me what you ate, how can you pay for it? Oh, he said, that plate of pickled melons is a gift from him."
"Don't mention it, Chen Guichun's craftsmanship is really good, and that plate of pickled king melon is really delicious. Fresh, fragrant and crispy." The man almost drooled when he thought of the pickled king melon he tasted today.
A chicken talks to a duck.
"You should go back early."
The man threw the handkerchief aside and said pitifully, "Call me another golden chicken, a plate of pickled king melon, and a jar of West Wind Lie."
Nangong Wenyue looked at him: "Get out."
The man didn't want to leave: "...How about a bowl of shrimp wontons? If you don't let me eat it, I will go to Qin's restaurant to eat flat food."
Nangong Wenyue looked at him expressionlessly: "Just one bowl."
"Okay!" The man jumped up happily and jumped out of the long French window in an instant.
"Chen Guichun, a bowl of shrimp wontons, please use the largest bowl in your house."
A man's shameless shouts of joy could be heard from outside. He only said one bowl, but he didn't say how big the bowl was. Haha, another knock on Nangong Wenyue!
It was windy and rainy outside, but the lights were brightly lit in a small courtyard. In front of the main house, a bamboo curtain smeared with tung oil hung down on the porch to keep out the wind and rain. The two floor-to-ceiling copper crane-wrapped lanterns under the eaves were not affected by the wind and rain at all, and they dutifully emitted soft light.
Outside the main room, there were two waitresses standing guard with their heads down and silent.
Go up the stairs from the polished floor and enter the flower hall of the main house. After passing the flower hall and behind the beaded curtain door, there is the living room. All the furnishings in the living room show the wealth of the owner's family and the accumulation of hundreds of years. taste.
The waitress with a double bun and the same clothes stood with her head slightly lowered and her hands clasped on her right waist. If it weren't for their slight breathing, they would almost look like statues.
But the young lady being served seemed to be very impatient. She walked back and forth on the expensive Persian carpet, almost wearing it out.
"Liao Haohai hasn't come back yet?" She asked the leading waitress again anxiously.
The maid whispered softly: "We won't worry about your husband's whereabouts."
Qin Wanwan wanted to get angry: "Then can I go out?" That bastard Liao Haohai agreed to her on the surface, but secretly abducted her to his house and kept her under house arrest.
Yes, his house is a golden nest and a silver nest, with piles of servants waiting on it. It is a hundred times and a thousand times better than the Qin family, but she is not comfortable living there! As long as she delays for one more day, the matter will be more difficult to solve!
But that guy Liao Haohai disappeared after leaving her at home. Only these waitresses could answer questions. The answer is always "We won't be able to wait for the husband's whereabouts"! So irritating!
The waitress shut up again, acting like a naughty woman.
In such a big house, it seemed like there was no one else except her.
Qin Wanwan sat down on the embroidered pier in frustration. Oh, the Liao family's embroidery piers are made of gold threads and are covered with extremely thick cotton. They are extremely soft when you sit on them.
Such an embroidered piece was more valuable than everything else on her body.
Qin Wanwan had known from Song Mingjie that Liao Haohai's family was rich. Although her father is a third-rank official, his family background is far from being included in the circle of those centuries-old families. Meeting Liao Haohai in Tianxiang Tower, Song Mingjie said of Liao Haohai: "Liao's family, ah, is made of gold. Even if he and his descendants did nothing for several lifetimes, they would not starve to death." "
At that time, all she thought about was Song Mingjie, and she felt that Song Mingjie was mocking the Liao family when he said these words. Song Mingjie doesn't like the Liao family, so of course she will follow suit.
"He spent a lot of money to become the judge of Dali Temple by squeezing out the original judge." Song Mingjie knew a lot about this matter.
Liao Haohai is really bad, using his power and money to bully others. This was Qin Wanwan's thought at that time. Unlike Song Mingjie, he was determined to obtain fame. In the future, the emperor asked him to start as a ninth-grade official, and he obeyed the instructions and took office with sincerity.
"Second Lady, it's late at night, but do you want to sleep peacefully?"
The waitress did her duty, and when the time came, she asked her if she wanted to eat or sleep.
Qin Wanwan felt embarrassed before, but she complied when the waitress asked. But this time she quit: "If your husband doesn't come back, I won't be able to sleep well. If he doesn't come back for a day, I will wait for a day."
The waitress shut up again.
The second wife will not rest, but she still has to follow the rules before going to bed. The leading maid didn't need to say anything, and the other maids walked into the dormitory and began to put down the tents where they should be placed, extinguishing some oil lamps, leaving only two dim small lamps covered with gauze covers.
The waitress even lifted the lid of the incense burner and started to light the soothing incense.
Qin Wanwan wanted to stop her. She fell asleep last night just by smelling this fragrance. She had done some research on incense, but the Liao family's soothing incense was different from what she had known before.
Before she could speak, the maids had already bowed and saluted: "Second lady, please sleep in peace."
Can't find anything wrong with it.
Qin Wanwan covered her nose: "If I say I won't sleep, I won't sleep."
But the maids had already exited the living room in an orderly manner, and only the leading maid remained outside the bead curtain.
Qin Wanwan wanted to get angry, but she had nowhere to do it.
The soothing incense began to take effect. Qin Wanwan was sitting on the embroidered pier with her waist straight at first, but after a moment, her eyelids had already dropped.
"Qin Wanwan, get out of here! Why do you have the nerve to hang up my cousin? You still live in the Liao family! If I were you, I would have gone with Song Mingjie!"
A sharp female voice came from outside, Qin Wanwan woke up suddenly, and stared blankly at the house that was so quiet that you could hear a pindrop begin to commotion.
The maid guarding the bead curtain rushed out to greet her: "Ms. Cui, your husband has given orders not to disturb the Second Madam Qin!"
