The Favor of the Delicate Villain of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 74, The Young Master and the Lost Miss ([-])
The inch-cut head followed the line of sight of the middle-aged man in the robe, and saw Wen Qingqing standing aside obediently, and immediately understood everything. He showed his big yellow teeth,

"This is my wife's personal servant girl, Wen Qingqing, Qingqing, you haven't come here to meet Patriarch Lu."

Wen Qingqing looked a little overwhelmed, she pinched the corner of her skirt nervously, her face blushed slightly, like a cowering little rabbit with red eyes in the corner.

It looks innocent and harmless to humans and animals.

Da Zhuang picked his nose contemptuously,
"For a few worlds, you, a woman, have learned nothing but the acting skills of the heroine Bai Lian."

Wen Qingqing's expression did not change,
"I'm Bailian and I'm proud. If you don't like you, you'll have to shut your eyes!!!!"

Da Zhuang: ...

If I am guilty, please unplug my wires instead of letting this unreasonable woman beat me up every day! ! !

Cun Tou cheerfully took a sip of tea, his mustache raised slightly following the arc of his mouth.Looking at the salivating look of the middle-aged man in the robe, how could a man not know the color in his mind, he leaned close to the ear of the middle-aged man in the robe, smiling meaningfully,
"This is my wife's treasure, it's very fresh."

Shock flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man in the long robe. Seeing the understanding on Cun Tou's face, he smiled and knocked on the pipe in hand. The elegant smoke spread faintly in the room, and through the blurred mist, the sinful moments in the world nowhere to hide,
Wen Qingqing lowered her eyes,
This human tragedy is really dirty.

The middle-aged man in the robe stood up, and he patted the cuffs casually. The gorgeous and expensive robe was stretched out smoothly, without any wrinkles.

"Miss is born with a natural beauty, which reminds me of my daughter who is waiting to be married in the boudoir."

Wen Qingqing raised her head, glanced at him cowardly, then quickly lowered her head, her tone was gentle and tender,

"Patriarch Lu's daughter is a lucky one—"

To have a father who is so good at killing.

Wen Qingqing only said the following sentence silently in her heart.

Sure enough, then heard a sweet laugh,
"Which shameless molesting my daughter is this? I don't have long eyes. Let's see if my wife agrees!!!"

A gleam flashed in Cun Tou's eyes.He stood up and approached his friend, the middle-aged man in robes, with a helpless expression on his face,
"It's my wife."

The robe laughed and looked towards the door, only to see a well-maintained lady walking in with high heels.She was wearing a purple silk fringed coat with carved patterns on her shoulders, and a big red corseted cheongsam, which made her waist look thinner and her hips fatter.The lady's face was smeared with bright red rouge and lipstick, but she had a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes, giving people the feeling of a romantic woman.

It was Murong Wan, the wife of Cun Tou.

Wen Qingqing suppressed the feeling of wanting to vomit, and flung herself into the woman's arms delicately, wishing to poke a hole in the woman's stomach,

"Daughter!"

Wen Qingqing used more strength today than in the past. The lady staggered and almost couldn't hold back the benevolent mask on her face. She stood firm, held the girl's arm, and said coquettishly,
"You are always so reckless, how can the godmother be at ease in marrying you off in the future!"

She raised her eyebrows, a trace of charm slipped by the corner of her eyes, and she sighed sadly,
"Nowadays, men all want some Xiaojiabiyu, a gentle and good wife!"

The middle-aged man in the long robe stared at the woman covetously. He still preferred a mature and charming woman like Murong Wan to an innocent and ignorant little girl like Wen Qingqing.

These days, all powerful and powerful men don't have a few beautiful branches and different types of outhouses to play with.

But this woman can't.

The middle-aged man in the long robe glanced at the cropped head aside, and was relieved when he saw his calm expression as if nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man in the long robe looked at Wen Qingqing unscrupulously. He took a sharp puff of shredded tobacco, his mustache trembling violently, and said with a smile,

"Madam Fang is just joking, not all men—"

He leisurely exhaled a puff of white smoke, with an expression of enjoyment, and continued to speak,
"It's all like that. Like—"

Murong Ruan and Fang Cuntou looked at each other, and they understood what the Cuntou was saying, and immediately stopped the words of the robe,
"Brother Lu is right, but let's do our business today first."

The middle-aged man in the long robe was a little dull, he threw his pipe on the ground, breathed out a puff of smoke carelessly, and his tone became much more indifferent,

"Don't you just want to borrow troops? Of course you can,"

Cuntou and the noble lady had a bit of joy on their faces, but they also understood that this old cunning man would never give up this opportunity to slay them. Sure enough, the middle-aged man in the robe lazily lifted the lid of the tea, took a sip of tea, and stared at him. Two people look at each other,
"As long as you agree to the two conditions of the Patriarch, the Patriarch will lend you the two thousand soldiers and horses without saying a word."

Cun Tou was a little embarrassed, and turned his eyes to his wife.Murong Rou was so angry at the moment, she could still agree to other things, but this bastard found her in private and added one--

Be the mistress of two years for this dog day! ! !
Cun Tou didn't know about this, and could only stare at his wife embarrassingly.

Murong Rou was a little distraught, how could she have been so blind to find such a useless thing.If I hadn't been able to deal with it all these years, this Fangfu, just relying on this dead ghost and his sick ghost son, might have been annexed long ago.

Murong Rou rubbed her forehead helplessly, originally she wanted to bring the little bitch Wen Qingqing over to make that bastard change her mind, but she didn't want Lu Yuan to act like a reckless person.

Wen Qingqing can naturally see the farce in front of her, and she is also happy to watch the play,
This man, what he can't get is the best.

The scene froze for a moment.

At this time, the bodyguard at the door cried out in pain,

"Quick! Stop them, don't let them in!"

Everyone in the room immediately became vigilant, Wen Qingqing tilted her head, her brows and eyes were crooked when she smiled, and there was no one else except him who came here to make trouble at this time!

Sure enough, the door was kicked open violently, and the bodyguards who followed were thrown to the ground again. The boy in white walked in against the light, and he opened his mouth slowly,
"I'm coming to find you."

Wen Qingqing choked for breath, the lady was stunned, and immediately smiled charmingly,
"It turned out to be the young master of the Mu family, this is a rare guest,"

She suddenly turned cold,

"If you don't get out, how can you stop the Mu family?"

The people on the ground limped and helped them out.

Wen Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, but it's okay, the woman thought Mu Ye was telling her.

Cuntou said that he listened to his wife in everything, but the long robe was a little annoyed. He stood up with a "huh" and slammed the cup on the table.
"Civet cat, don't tell me you're a woman who's bullying too much. There are rules in our business. Why, do you dare to make appointments with two parties at the same time when you're doing business?"

The smile on the corner of Murong Rou's mouth faded, civet cat was the nickname others gave her when she was in Dao'er, and it's been a long time since no one called her.

"Brother Lu's suggestion, I will seriously consider it."

Wen Qingqing consciously continued the next sentence in her heart——

So you fucking get out of here quickly! ! !
(End of this chapter)