Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

Yun Qian returned to her private room and rearranged herself. Her hair was tied up again and her makeup was put on again. Only the bleeding gauze in her palms was not replaced with new ones.

After doing this, a servant came over to call for dinner.

Yun Qian followed the servants to the dining area and met several concubines whom he had not seen just now.

Several aunts still have their charm, and they are evenly matched in cheongsams of various colors.

The one sitting on the left side of Mr. Wen is the eldest concubine, who is Wen Yu's mother. The one sitting on the right is the fourth concubine, Wen Jin's mother. The remaining two concubines sit next to the eldest concubine.

The fourth aunt was still very young when she married Mr. Wen. Her appearance was typical of a gentle and talented girl from the south of the Yangtze River, which made people feel inexplicably close to her.

Wen Jin is indeed more like her mother, but Wen Jin's outline is sharper and deeper, Yun Qian thought.

The aunt saw Yun Qian first, "Who is this?"

The aunt's eyes showed a bit of prying and vigilance, and she suspected that Yun Qian was the new man her master was planning to marry.

Wen Cheng asked Yun Qian to sit wherever he wanted, and Yun Qian sat next to the fourth concubine.

"This is the woman who blocked the knife for me this morning. I invited her to stay for a meal." Wen Cheng explained.

Only then did the aunt put aside her vigilant eyes and showed an insincere smile: "So that's how it is, thanks to you."

Yun Qian smiled and shook his head without answering.

Wen Yu walked in with long strides, followed by Wen Ge, and the two of them sat down one after another.

Wen Jin was the last to arrive, and there was only one seat left at the table next to Yun Qian. He lowered his eyes and sat down.

Yun Qian noticed that Wen Jin seemed to have changed his clothes, and the lip mark on his collar was gone.

She curled her lips silently.

In front of a table of exquisite dishes, Wen Cheng and Wen Yu were chatting about the recent business and trade situation, and the eldest aunt and the second and third aunts next to her were chatting about the latest cosmetics.

Yun Qian's chopsticks moved very little, which attracted the attention of the fourth aunt, who also spoke gently and softly: "What's wrong? Are these dishes not to your liking?"

"It's OK, it's just that I just ate too much snacks and I'm still full now," Yun Qian said.

The fourth aunt nodded, picked up a piece of fish with serving chopsticks and put it in Yun Qian's bowl, "Then eat some fish, it's not full."

Yun Qian quickly thanked him.

"I heard you are the girl who came to sing today?"

The fourth aunt used a girl instead of a singer. Yun Qian rolled her eyes and said, "Yes."

"When I was young, I also loved singing and listening to slow songs." The fourth aunt said with a nostalgic look in her eyes.

"Really? I also like to listen to slow songs. I wonder if I would be honored to hear you sing one?"

The fourth aunt lowered her head and smiled softly: "If there is a chance, I will."

Wen Jin was eating quietly, and the conversation between his mother and Yun Qian could clearly be heard in his ears.

Yun Qian finished his meal quickly, said something to Mr. Wen, and then left the table. The others didn't say anything or express their opinions.

The fourth aunt looked at Yun Qian and said to her son, "Xiaojin, go see this girl off."

Wen Jin happened to finish eating too. Hearing this, he stood up and walked in front, passing Yun Qian.

Yun Qian waved goodbye to the fourth aunt and quickly followed Wen Jin.

Out of the sight of the family, Yun Qian no longer restrained herself. She looked at the person in front of her with a smile: "Young Marshal, why did you change your clothes?"

Wen Jin ignored people.

"Walk slower, I can't keep up with my high heels." The soft ending sounds like coquettishness.

Wen Jin pursed her lips and said nothing, but her steps slowed down.

Yun Qian's mouth seems to have no bottleneck period, he can speak at any time, and he can say anything with his small mouth.

"Young Marshal, are you free this afternoon? Do you want to listen to me sing?" Yun Qian asked.

Wen Jin didn't even look at Yun Qian, "Are you very free?"

"But I'm busy."

Yun Qian waved his hands and said, "I'm also very busy, but I'm certainly not as busy as you, Young Marshal. Young Marshal has a lot of things to do every day, but you have to pay attention to it occasionally."

"If you have time, you can come and listen to me singing. I guarantee that my singing can make you feel refreshed once and become enlightened twice."

Wen Jin sneered silently and quickened his pace a little.

"Young Marshal, do you really, really don't think about me?"

"I can also provide after-sales service."

A good singing job was suddenly described as something else by Yun Qian.

Wen Jin said coolly: "If you keep talking, I won't mind sewing your mouth shut."

Yun Qian: "..."

Yun Qian: "Hey, Marshal, you are so ruthless!"

Wen Jin completely lost his patience. His steps were so fast that he seemed to be flying. Yun Qian couldn't keep up with her high heels.

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After singing for several days, Yun Qian got a rare day off.

Yun Mu went out to buy some pears and came back. She made a bowl of rock sugar stewed pears for Yun Qian to help her protect her throat.

"Qianqian, I heard from my neighbors that there are gangsters wandering around at night these days. You haven't encountered them, have you?" Yunmu said, kneading the dough in her hands.

Yun Qian raised her head from the bowl, her little face without makeup was fair and dewy, "Mom, don't worry, I didn't touch it."

"Even if they touch me, I can beat them to a pulp."

Yun Mu smiled helplessly: "Don't be impulsive when encountering something like this. What if you irritate others and make them do bad things?"

"I know, then run away from me when you see me. Make sure you run fast and far."

Yun Qian didn't pay much attention when Yun Mu mentioned this matter, but it turned out that Yun Mu's words came true.

Business in the karaoke bar has been booming these days, and most of them came to listen to Yun Qian's singing. It was already midnight when Yun Qian was ready to go home after get off work.

As soon as he walked out of the singing hall, the cool breeze rushed directly to Yun Qian's face. Yun Qian shivered and wrapped her shawl tightly.

The road was very quiet in the middle of the night, except for the sound of Yun Qian's high heels tapping against the ground.

"ta-ta-"

The crisp sound was mixed with some other movements. Yun Qian's footsteps paused imperceptibly, and then walked normally again.

Yun Qian had served as a general, and her body still had memories of some basic grappling techniques. She was not afraid of the people following behind her.

Yun Qian walked to an unfamiliar alley and entered without hesitation. The people behind him also followed.

The man has been staring at Yun Qian for several days, and finally found an opportunity today. The woman's slim figure is really worrying.

He followed Yun Qian into the alley, and when he reached the end of the alley, he found that the person he was following was missing.

The man scratched his head and scratched his head, puzzled, and a chuckle came from behind him.

"Are you looking for me?"

The man suddenly turned around and saw Yun Qian lazily leaning against the wall, her high heels in her hand.

"Are you the gangster wandering around here these days?"

The man licked his lips with greed in his eyes: "Little girl, I advise you to listen to me, so that you can suffer less."

Yun Qian raised the corners of her lips, "Then let's see who listens to whom."

Before the man could react, a pair of high heels hit him hard in the face, and the heel of one even poked his eye.

The man was knocked to the ground, covering his eyes and yelling curses, and he kept saying obscene words.

Yun Qian casually put on a high-heeled shoe, raised her foot and stepped gracefully on a certain part of the man's lower body.

"If you can't use it well, don't keep it."

Then, a sound like a slaughtering pig came from the alley.

Yun Qian took off her shoes coolly, picked them up, and walked out of the alley humming a song.

Unexpectedly, I met someone at the entrance of the alley.

Wen Jin was leaning on the car, with one foot bent and a lazy posture, and the deep black eyes under the brim of his hat cast a teasing look.

"Miss Yun, do you like taking off your shoes?"