Chapter 1037: I'm very cold, so I won't take the initiative to kiss you (3)
The mansion is not far from the urban area, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a magnificent atmosphere.
It is also enough to see Cang Huai's sincerity.
"The mansion is equipped with servants. If adults don't like people making too much noise, they can be sent back."
Cang Huai arched his hands.
They are now standing under a locust tree in the courtyard.
In the season when the locust flowers are in full bloom, the breeze blows through the branches, blowing off some white and tender locust flowers.
It spun leisurely on the girl's shoulder.
Feng Qian lightly raised her eyes and glanced at the locust tree, and said softly, "No problem."
…
Cang Huai took Feng Qian to get acquainted with the mansion again, and then left respectfully.
There is a swing in the garden.
Feng Qian sat on it, holding the chain that secures the swing with one hand, while the other hand, with slightly curved fingers, rested his forehead lazily.
The girl narrowed her eyes until dusk was replaced by night.
The wind jumped off the swing.
When I was about to go home to sleep, the system sounded an alarm.
[Drip - Main quest: Stop the fragments from blackening. 】
Feng Qian's footsteps stopped, frowning slightly.
ten minutes later.
The girl in white stood in front of a feasting building, looking up, her head turned slightly.
Yunshang Pavilion.
Selling clothes?
The passers-by saw that the girl was focused on the Yunshang Pavilion in front of her, and couldn't help but look at Feng Qian with a strange expression.
Feng Qian's hearing is very good, and the whispering voices in a radius of several miles can be clearly heard.
But what I heard was ambiguous.
After a pause, Feng Qian lifted his feet and walked inside.
As soon as he lifted his foot to go in, he was stopped at the door by a man in red.
The man in red had his eyebrows pressed against the flower tin, and his face was smeared with powder. His every move was somewhat seductive.
Feng Qian blinked his eyes.
Uh……
Could it be that this place is the man's house?
The man in red looked at the girl in front of him with some contempt, and his tone was not so good: "Little girl, this is not where you came from, we don't welcome women."
Feng Qian: "...!"
Women are not welcome?
With a straight face, the girl silently took out a gold ingot from her pocket.
The man in red couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he swallowed.
"The slave family is not so easy to bribe, girl, please come back."
The man in red avoided Jin Zi and refused.
Feng Qian paused for a while, and then silently took out a spiritual stone with rich spiritual energy.
The man in red was about to cry.
want to receive.
want to.
But...not in the business scope!
"Girl, it's not that I don't want you to enter, but we are all male guests here, you should understand."
The man in red threw a wink at the wind.
Feng Qian glanced at him lightly, lifted her fingertips lightly, and sent both the gold and the spirit stone into the arms of the man in red.
The girl's face was cold and silent.
Once you give the money, you can't stop it.
The man in red looked at the gold and spirit stones in his arms, his hands trembled excitedly, and then raised his eyes to look at Feng Qian, only to see a snow-white corner of his clothes penetrating the corner.
"Hey……"
The man in red gave up the struggle. It might be some kind of grudge.
However, what little broken child can't think of it, abandoning such a beautiful little girl to come here to serve a man?
The man in red tutted.
Feng Qian found a room in the backyard according to the system prompt.
There was a lot of movement inside, crackling, the sound of the crock shattering.
"Little bastard, be honest with me!"
"Change your clothes quickly!"
"Is it itchy?"
The whip fell to the ground with a crisp sound
Feng Qian pushed open the door.
The girl had cold brows and eyes, her hands behind her back, and her cold eyes looked at the picture in front of her calmly.
There are three people in the house.
A burly man, a man in pink, and a...a boy curled up in a corner with a silver hairpin in his hand.
The burly man was holding a long whip in his hand, and he was ferocious.