Qiongwa obviously didn't expect to hear such words, a hint of shame and anger flashed through her eyes, and her expression remained unchanged.

"What is the result that the young master is looking forward to?"

"Of course it's a beauty!" The hero sat down on the main couch, throwing the jade hairpin in his hand into the incense burner like throwing garbage. "Wouldn't it be ridiculous if a man spends money to go to the brothel to have fun. If even a beauty cannot be seen, wouldn't it be funny?"

Qiongwa raised her delicate face, "Young Master thinks Qiongwa isn't beautiful?"

"Beautiful!" the hero nodded, "at least much more beautiful than the two girls who accompanied me before."

"I don't understand, why are the young master's words different?"

"Come here, I'll explain it to you." The hero waved.

Qiongwa subconsciously took a step forward, suddenly woke up, pouted and said coquettishly: "Young Master is not a good person!"

The hero laughed: "Have the girl ever seen a good person here?"

At this time, a maid brought wine and food and placed them on a shorter table. Qiongwa knelt down beside the shorter table and signaled the hero to sit down opposite him.

The hero went over and dragged the futon directly to her and sat down next to her.

Qiongwa tightened her body, resisted the urge to avoid it, and poured wine for him.

"I have never seen a good person, I don't know, but the young master is the only ordinary person I have seen."

"Just, the girl is a brothel, can brothels still be elegant?"

"A man is elegant, but not a vulgar; a man is elegant, but not a vulgar."

"This is wrong. It should be because I have been in the orchid room for a long time and I don't smell the fragrance; I have been in the abalone store for a long time and I don't feel the smell."

Qiongwa's long eyelashes trembled and she said with a forced smile: "Young master is both talented and eloquent, I admire you! Come on, I'll give you a cup."

The hero raised his hand and wrapped it around her unbearable waist. He drank the wine with the cup in her hand, leaned close to her and blew in her ear.

"The girl is born with a round and smooth pearl, but this willow is only a bunch of scented willows, which is rare."

Qiongwa got goosebumps all over, and almost slapped his glass directly on his face.

"The wine and food are light. The young master sits for a while and waits for me to play a song for you to enjoy the good times."

Without waiting for the hero to respond, she stood up and walked straight towards Yaoqin.

The hero lie down halfway, supported his elbow, picked up a bunch of grapes, and bit and ate them one by one.

In the past, no matter who was a guest who entered this embroidery building, no matter his status, was not hypocritical and elegant, and was afraid that he would accidentally hate the beauty. It would be no exaggeration to say that he had "returned and had no contact".

It is the first time that a shameless hero is as shameless as a hero.

If it were true Qiongwa here, she would have been depressed and sent off the guests. Unfortunately, the person sitting in front of the piano could not do this.

On the contrary, the more vulgar the hero is, the more beneficial it is to her.

It's just that she's reluctant.

The sound of the piano sounded, like the tinkling stream, and like the mist of clouds and mist. It lifted people's hearts up at the beginning, without any discomfort, but this feeling did not last long. Soon, the sound of the piano changed, like the clouds and mist dissipated, and the tired birds returned to the forest, unhappy, but there was joy in soothing, which made people feel refreshed.

However, this also failed to last long. Gradually, the soothing became more soothing, the pleasure disappeared, and the sorrow emerged until everything returned to tranquility.

Even though the hero was not diligent in all limbs and was not familiar with the rhythm, he saw a woman sitting in front of the deep boudoir window, looking at the full moon in the night sky, waiting for the good man to return at night.

During this period, I don’t know if she remembered her former love, but she smiled shyly, but this was just a flash in the pan. The night was already deep, and the clouds covered the full moon, and the closed door never opened.
Chapter completed!