Du Yutong is a girl. How can she stay in a private room and listen to the talk of tigers and wolves next door.
If Mrs. Wei can be brought here, she will have nothing to do with her here.
After leaving the private room, she asked the maid to stay and quietly went downstairs to leave.
Mrs. Wei is also from a famous family, so she is not stupid. Mrs. Du did not invite her to drink tea today. She came to invite her to listen to erotic music.
She glanced at the direction Du Yutong left and felt extremely regretful. If such a dignified, gentle and polite girl could marry into the Wei family, she would be relieved a lot.
In order to completely isolate Aunt Chen, that charming girl, she chose the second daughter of the Du family.
Thinking of marrying a legitimate second daughter for the concubine, the bride will definitely look down on Aunt Chen and get close to her.
Unexpectedly, Hu Meizi's son was so unlucky that he had a secret meeting with another woman here and was caught by the Du family.
While Mrs. Wei was feeling heartbroken, the man's voice sounded again from next door.
"Jiao'er, please be patient for a while. When I cancel the Du family's marriage, I will marry you in glory."
"Sanlang prevaricated me like this last time. If your aunt insists on letting you marry a girl from the Du family, what will you do?"
"Believe me, I won't die. If Jiaoer doesn't believe in Sanlang, Sanlang will pledge his life to her."
Following the sound of tables and chairs moving next door, the man let out a low laugh.
"Hey! Saburo, please don't..."
"Jiao'er refuses to give it to Sanlang. Does that mean you still don't believe in Sanlang? If you are willing to give it to Sanlang, Sanlang will personally cancel the engagement when he gets back tonight."
In the private room next door, Mrs. Wei had her hands clenched tightly and her face was not fair.
Hearing this, his face became darker.
The maid outside the door saw the waiter coming up with a tray, and she quickly stepped forward to take it.
When the waiter saw that the people who came to the teahouse today were all noble women's families, he naturally retreated quietly.
The maid took the tray, turned around and entered the private room, and gently brought out the tea and cakes in the tray. Her gentle movements were afraid of startling the pair of wild mandarin ducks next door.
Mrs. Du's face was expressionless, and all she wanted to do was cheer for the next door neighbor.
She poured a cup of tea for Mrs. Wei with her own hands, then picked up the tea cup and lowered her eyes slightly.
Listening attentively to what's going on next door, the villain in my heart cheers and cheers, wishing that the two people next door would start having sex right away.
In the private room, Jiang Jiaojiao and Wei Mingzhou heard footsteps going upstairs and then there was no movement. They thought the waiter led someone to the private room at the other end.
Little did they know that the people next door to them would dig a second-indoor courtyard with their toes on the spot.
Especially Mrs. Wu on the other side of the private room. The two maids are the ones waiting outside her house. Perhaps they are used to hearing about the master and his wife's boudoir affairs.
At first, they were embarrassed because they were afraid that their wife would be embarrassed, but later they saw her frowning and saying nothing, so the two maids sat aside as if nothing had happened, pouring tea for their master from time to time.
Mrs. Wu almost fired her gun several times when she heard the news next door, and the tea in her mouth was no longer tasteful.
What if it was really the case next door? It would be so embarrassing.
But the two people next door were affectionate for a long time. The woman whetted the man's appetite and left him wanting more.
Only then did Mrs. Wu realize that listening to the wall was like this. No wonder some unmarried young men like to listen to the wall of the bridal chamber. This is so exciting.
Unconsciously, Mrs. Wu drank all the tea in the teapot on the table.
But if you drink too much, you will have three emergencies. What should you do?
Just as she was about to get up again, there was another ambiguous breathing sound coming from the next door.
Then the man asked: "Jiao'er, do you really not believe in Saburo?"
"Three, don't worry, Sanlang. Jiao'er will be yours sooner or later."
"Since Jiao'er has recognized Sanlang, why do you keep rejecting Sanlang? Hey! It seems that Jiao'er doesn't really like me anymore."
When Wei Mingzhou saw that he, a veteran in the entertainment industry, could not win a chick, and that Jiang Jiaojiao was not a pretty girl, he really wanted to give up.
Seeing Wei Mingzhou withdrawing his hand sadly, Jiang Jiaojiao panicked slightly and gritted her teeth, "Sanlang just said that he would cancel the engagement tonight, but did he really mean it? If you cancel the engagement, then when will you come to my house to propose marriage?"
Wei Mingzhou saw that retreating was effective, so he pulled Jiang Jiaojiao into his arms again.
There was lust in her eyes, and she said softly: "Jiao'er, believe me, everything I say is true. I swear, I will cancel the engagement tonight, and tomorrow I will prepare a generous gift and go to the Shangshu Mansion to propose marriage."
"Really?" Jiang Jiaojiao twisted her waist shyly.
"Really, if Rusanlang betrays Jiaoer, he will be struck by lightning and die, well..."
Seeing that Wei Mingzhou had sworn such a poisonous oath, Jiang Jiaojiao felt tenderness in her heart. Before Wei Mingzhou could say the rest of the oath, she skillfully sealed it with her lips.
Wei Mingzhou chose this teahouse because it was quiet and quiet with few people, and the small couch in the private room was wider than other teahouses.
He held Jiang Jiaojiao's waist with one hand and put her on the couch with a twist.
Their breaths intertwined, and Wei Mingzhou skillfully lifted up Jiang Jiaojiao's skirt and covered it.
In an instant, with a moan, the whole room was filled with beauty.
Wei Mingzhou's movements were gentle and considerate. Jiang Jiaojiao was so shy that she buried her face in his neck. Thinking of her future husband who was handsome, gentle and affectionate, Jiang Jiaojiao was so happy that her whole body trembled, and her whole body softened into a puddle of spring water.
Mrs. Wu in the private room next door forgot about the three urgent matters.
She swallowed in embarrassment and lowered her voice to the two maids: "Men are all big pigs. I swear they all fart."
The two maids' eyes widened.
Their wife had never said such vulgar words before, and it seemed that she was quite stimulated today.
the other side.
Mrs. Wei stared angrily, as if she wanted to poke a hole in the wooden wall of the private room, so that she could see clearly what kind of woman the concubine was fooling around with.
In the Shangshu Mansion, she remembered that the legitimate daughter of the Shangshu Mansion had passed away, so the concubine living next door must be the concubine of the Shangshu Mansion.
"What a disgrace!" Mrs. Wei cursed through gritted teeth.
Mrs. Du saw that Wushan Yunshui was already coming next door. She smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, Madam. Everyone has their own destiny for marriage, which has been determined since birth.
"You also understand that Mr. Ling is thinking about breaking off the engagement. Our two families are already close friends. Since Sanlang has a heart, we, Yutong, will not eat this overnight meal."
Madam Du then took out the Geng Tie from her sleeve and said, "This is the Geng Tie from the Third Young Master. Madam, please take it back. Yutong's Geng Tie, I will send my maid to the Prime Minister's Mansion to retrieve it later."
Fortunately, the two families only exchanged the wedding invitations and did not make a decision. Otherwise, they would have to go back to their hometown to cancel the wedding gift.
Mrs. Wei didn't reach out to pick up Geng Tie, and the urgent and slow sounds next door seemed unheard.
She looked at Mrs. Du and said, "Yutong is a generous and polite child. The Wei family really can't stand her, but don't worry, no one can shake Yutong's position as the head wife."
Mrs. Du's heart was filled with fire. Is the Prime Minister's Mansion trying to bully others into a forced marriage?
She snorted coldly and said, "Mrs. Wei should take back the Geng Tie, and the marriage is over. Even if my daughter turns her head and becomes a sister-in-law, she will never marry a morally corrupted disciple."
The lively mingling in the private room next door was abruptly stopped by the sound of quarrels.
Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps outside the door.
