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The madam was such a good person. When she saw Song Huaiqing's dislike, she immediately took a step back.

"I don't know how to call the young master?"

"Song."

"It's Young Master Song. You can tell that Young Master Song knows his stuff." The wrinkles on the old bustard's smiling face were all folded together. "I'm not exaggerating. Our Red Garden can be said to be the top romantic place in this area. No matter you We have whatever kind of girl you want."

With that said, he called a few girls and pushed them in front of Song Huaiqing.

"You two will serve Mr. Song well. If anything goes wrong, please watch your skin carefully."

"Got it, Mom."

Several girls smiled brightly, surrounded Song Huaiqing, and pushed him into the private room inside. Many older men in the lobby were also making noises.

"Wait a minute." Song Huaiqing immediately interrupted and said to the madam, "I want Wen Yu'er to come."

"what?"

The madam seemed to be stunned for a second, and then reacted immediately, with an unnatural look flashing across his face.

"Wen Yu'er is our oiran, so we can't accept guests easily. Mr. Song, how about I call you some more stunning beauties."

Song Huaiqing didn't miss the change in the Madam's expression, so he immediately refused, took out a wad of silver notes from his waist, and threw it to the Madam.

"I want Wen Yu'er, money is not an issue."

His only advantage in this plot mission is that he can take out countless money from his body.

As long as he wants, he is the richest man.

Seeing so many banknotes, the madam smiled almost from ear to ear, and nodded quickly, "Girls, take Mr. Song to the private room and wait. Wen Yu'er will be here soon, be here soon."

Perhaps there were too many people coming for Wen Yu'er, so Song Huaiqing waited in the private room for a long time without seeing anyone.

No one was seen, but he drank a lot of wine. Fortunately, he had a good drinker, otherwise he would have been knocked down.

"Mr. Song, I would like to propose another toast to you."

Song Huaiqing had just finished a glass when the woman in pink clothes at the side immediately filled it up again and handed it over with a smile.

Song Huaiqing had no choice but to take it and drink it.

"Wow, Mr. Song is really awesome."

Several girls were amazed.

But before he could say anything, the woman in pink handed him another glass of wine.

He became a little impatient, took out a banknote, slapped her on the chest, and said coldly, "Hurry up and get Wen Yu'er over. I didn't spend so much money just to get you drunk."

From the moment he entered the private room, these girls kept pouring him wine, coupled with the unnatural look on the madam's face just now.

It is not difficult to guess that they did not want him to see Wen Yu'er at all.

Sure enough, this mission is not that simple.

"Oh, Mr. Song, don't be angry. The slave family will help you urge Sister Wen."

The woman in pink clothes smiled happily, put the banknotes into her sleeves, shook her fan, and went out in a charming manner.

After waiting for a while, the woman in pink came back.

"Mr. Song, Sister Wen is a little uncomfortable and can't come over."

As she said that, she pulled her clothes down further and said, "Why don't you let me serve you tonight? I'm no worse than Sister Wen. I promise to make you comfortable."

After waiting for so long and no one showed up, Song Huaiqing was about to get angry.

But the woman in pink seemed to have guessed that he was going to get angry, so she continued, "Sister Wen said she wanted you to go to her boudoir."

Hearing this, Song Huaiqing didn't waste any words, stood up immediately and was about to walk out.

But the woman in pink clothes leaned forward again, blew on his neck, and said in a seductive tone: "Master Song, my name is Liu Yunmeng. If you need to come to my family, I will definitely satisfy you."

He lowered his eyes, and Liu Yunmeng raised his head just in time. His big, seductive eyes blinked several times quickly, and she stuck out her tongue ambiguously at him.

Song Huaiqing:......

The girl in the brothel is really fierce.

Under the leadership of the servant, Song Huaiqing came outside Wen Yuer's boudoir.

"come in."

Wen Yuer's voice came from inside.

Upon seeing this, the boy bowed to Song Huaiqing and retreated.

Song Huaiqing stepped in and saw Wen Yu'er kneeling on the ground.

A fair and moist face, without applying any makeup, the color is like morning glow reflecting snow. The slender willow eyebrows and the long and thick eyelashes are slightly raised, drawing a beautiful arc. The eyes are like water and the pupils are deep.

The black hair is all gathered behind the head, half of it is tied up high, with a flying bird Yao inserted diagonally, decorated with some tassels, and the other half is allowed to hang down.

Seeing Song Huaiqing, Wen Yu'er slowly stood up and bowed her head in salute: "I'm not feeling well today. I hope Mr. Song will forgive me if I've been negligent."

"Nothing." Song Huaiqing waved her hands, leaned on the couch and leaned on the couch, supporting her head with her hands and looking at Wen Yu'er.

"Do you have any talents?"

"Then let me play the piano and play a tune."

After saying that, Wen Yu'er started playing.

Looking at Wen Yu'er, Song Huaiqing was a little confused.

Although Wen Yuer pretended to be very good when facing him, she seemed to be no different from other brothel girls.

But he could tell at a glance that Wen Yu'er actually had a cold and noble temperament, and was not at all like an ordinary brothel girl.

Ordinary men can't win over such a woman.

He was somewhat curious about Wen Yuer's lover.

After the song ended, Song Huaiqing applauded.

"Miss Wen plays the piano really well."

Although, he couldn't understand it.

"Young Master Song has given you the award."

Wen Yu'er lowered her head, her face flushed, looking shy and unaware of herself.

There was no topic for a while.

After a long silence, Wen Yu'er stood up and came to Song Huaiqing, filled the wine glass, opened her red lips slightly, and said with an orchid tone: "I heard that Mr. Song must meet the Nu family. This is the first time for Mr. Song to come to Hongyuan, why must he choose the Nu family? ?”

"You just have to choose. Do you have to have a reason? Besides, you are the oiran, so if you don't choose, who will you choose?"

Song Huaiqing asked back, staring into the eyes of the person in front of him.

"Young Master Song is joking. The Nu family just sees that the young master is elegant and does not look like someone who hangs out in a land of fireworks, so they are a little confused."

Wen Yu'er smiled and handed over the wine.

Without speaking in a hurry, Song Huaiqing took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp before speaking again, his tone seemed to be the same as before.

"I look at Miss Wen and she doesn't look like a girl from a brothel, so I'm a little confused."

As soon as these words came out, Song Huaiqing obviously felt that Wen Yu'er was a little anxious.

Seeing that Wen Yu'er was about to continue speaking, he quickly interrupted her: "Miss Wen has a cool and noble temperament, which is different from ordinary people, which makes Song Mou fall in love with her.

However, Mr. Song has something else to do and will come to visit Miss Wen tomorrow night. I hope she can have a good night's sleep tonight. "

After saying that, Wen Yu'er left her boudoir without waiting for her reaction.

Song Huaiqing walked to the corner of the stairs and was about to go downstairs, but Liu Yunmeng walked up with a smile on his face and bumped into him.

"Hi, Mr. Song."

He saw Liu Yunmeng waving to him and running up to him with small steps, looking familiar.

"Has Mr. Song met Sister Wen whom he wanted to meet?"

"Want to see...?"

Song Huaiqing repeated these words. They were obviously just three ordinary words, but they had an inexplicable and obscure flavor.