Just when Miss Shishi was looking lovingly at the long, clean cucumbers placed on the plate, and was about to take action,
By chance, I heard the call from my confidant, Lu Qi, that Zhou Lang had arrived.
This made Miss Shishi's eyes light up and she stood up. As for the cucumber, she would just keep it for now. Of course, she would use it when there is no one around.
After all, this is my own beauty secret and must not be spread out.
Not long after, the sound of the stairs was heard, and before long, Zhou Lang appeared at the door.
The handsome old man smiled gracefully and walked into the house. He turned around and saw the maid closing the door.
Then he stepped forward, helped up the girl Shishi who bowed, and looked at her charming and charming face.
After coughing twice, he controlled the urge to do something, and decided to talk about talent first.
Similar to the forward motion of casting a spell, this is a necessary procedure when facing a talented and beautiful woman like Miss Shishi.
"Master's dance today was so beautiful that Zhou will never forget it for a long time."
"I just had an inspiration, so I came here to meet with my teacher."
Hearing these words, Miss Shishi's eyes suddenly lit up, and her watery eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness.
The hook made Zhou Lang couldn't help but wrap his arms around Miss Shishi's slender waist.
She even wished she could turn over and go to bed directly. Fortunately, he was dazzled by the beauty.
But reason still exists, and the old waist with empty kidneys cannot withstand such violent torture.
If he could really turn over, Zhou Lang, who was decades older, felt that for the rest of his life, no matter day or night, he would probably only be able to do one position: lying flat.
Zhou Lang sighed softly and lowered his eyes. He happened to see the juicy cucumbers on the table.
His eyes bulged in an instant, and he coughed quickly and turned his head and neck to pretend to admire the furnishings in the house.
Seeing Zhou Lang's eyes wandering around the room, Miss Shishi couldn't help but be a little confused.
"What do you think is wrong, Mr. Zhou?"
Zhou Lang coughed twice and decided to divert Miss Shishi's attention in time.
"The furnishings in this room really suit your elegant and quiet style, Shishi."
Miss Shishi felt a little sweet in her heart, leaning her head against her beloved Zhou Lang. "The slave family can't wait to stay with Mr. Zhou forever."
Zhou Lang held Miss Shishi's slender hand with deep approval, and couldn't help but subconsciously look towards the eye-catching bed.
I couldn't help but feel a little sad when I thought that Mr. Zhao always liked to appear here elusively.
It seems that although a certain person can often be intimate with this bed, sometimes he cannot care whether it is on the top or the bottom.
Thinking of this, Zhou Lang suddenly felt the urgency and had to speed up the conversation about talents.
"Okay, Master, business is more important..."
"Well, the slave family will serve Zhou Lang's pen and ink."
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Looking at the charming and affectionate eyes of the beautiful lady serving the ink, Zhou Lang's bones almost went numb when he just picked up the pen.
After taking several deep breaths, Zhou Lang finally controlled his emotions and started to laugh.
At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps came into my ears again.
Zhou Lang couldn't help but his face darkened, and he heard the anxious low voice of Master's confidant Lu Qi coming from outside the door.
"Miss, that official Zhao is here again. The carriage has been parked outside the courtyard."
"Ah this..." Zhou Lang, who was holding a pen in his hand, turned pale. He was holding a straw horse, what should he do?
This foolish king, who has become interested in sex, unexpectedly rushes out of the palace gate to look for flowers and willows at this time. It is not good for your special mother to go to anyone, but she wants to find Miss Shishi.
Is it possible that I, a world-famous and talented poet, want to get into that thing again?
The teacher girl in front of me couldn't help but feel confused. She subconsciously glanced at the confused Zhou Lang, and then glanced at the eye-catching bed...
Looking at Miss Shishi, Zhou Lang's eyes were full of sadness. He sighed quietly and disappeared under the bed.
The gesture of sticking her butt out and sneaking under the bed silently and quickly was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
With a creak, the door was gently pushed open, and the official Zhao Ji, who was gently trying to surprise the beauty, saw it.
The alluring beauty was lazily leaning on the table. When she heard the sound, she raised her head with disbelief on her face.
"The slave family has seen the official. It's so late at night. Mr. Zhao, what are you..."
"Zhao has been too busy with business these days and has never been able to find time to visit the beautiful lady."
"Today I purchased some oranges that are of excellent quality and taste, so I personally came to give them to you, Master..."
"I didn't expect the officials to be so considerate to the slave family. The officials tried their best to get these rare oranges in Tokyo. The slave family is really..."
Zhao Ji chuckled and was about to put the basket of oranges on the table, but he happened to see the juicy cucumber on the plate.
His eyes suddenly bulged, and he subconsciously glanced at the bed with no wrinkles in the sheets, and then hurriedly stopped his suspicious expression.
At this moment, Zhou Lang, who lay silently under the bed and listened to all the exchanges between the two, gritted his teeth and secretly resented it.
I would rather Shishi's girl eat cucumbers than eat the oranges sent by you, a fool like you.
Next, Zhou Lang was under the bed, silently and quietly listening to a man and a woman mixing honey with oil in the room. You and I were eating oranges one by one.
Zhao Guanren also understands Miss Shishi very well, and of course he will not talk inappropriately at the beginning.
After eating two oranges, he showed off the famous sheng he got today to Miss Shishi, a very talented and stunning beauty.
The girl Shishi, who is proficient in all kinds of playing, playing and singing, and has first-class talents, naturally shined and took over this well-made sheng.
With the gentle touch and graceful lines, under Zhao Guanren’s encouragement and urging, Zhao Guanren played the piano to the music, and Miss Shishi played a beautiful and moving piece of music.
Next, Zhao Guanren looked at Miss Shishi who was playing the wind and smiling affectionately, but she couldn't care less about playing the piano.
Putting on a serious and studious look, he wanted to play the sheng with Miss Shishi.
When I saw that the bed board of the big bed began to shake, the music became obviously unstable.
Zhou Lang quietly raised his arms with a desperate look on his face, and gently covered his face with his sleeves... Thirty-seven thousand, eight hundred and sixty-five words are omitted here.
Then, during halftime, they started eating oranges. After eating a few oranges, I started a new round...
Zhou Lang's heart felt like a knife as he listened to the increasingly louder rocking of the bed. He couldn't help but recall the young man who was here side by side with him a few days ago.
I don't know how that young man would feel if he were here side by side with me at this moment.
Now, I am alone at the bottom of the bed, suffering and feeling lonely and cold.
