Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

After enjoying his first delicious meal in Shanghai, Li Weijun enjoyed a relaxing bathing set.

The facilities and environment of the hotel that the family had rented before were naturally not as good as this special guesthouse. Li Weijun felt that it was a bit of a waste not to make full use of its remaining capacity.

The only pity is that there is no master to do the scrubbing and massage, so the bathing experience feels a little lacking.

When he returned to the hotel, it was already dark. Li Weijun verified the letter of introduction with the front desk and was just about to go back to his room to lie down and rest after getting his identity information.

I was thinking about going to the Shanghai Film Studio to purchase internal reference films tomorrow. This was my main task, so I had to finish the important task first so that I could deal with the miscellaneous trivial matters without distraction.

However, just as his head touched the pillow, Jiang Xifeng came back from the next room and knocked on the door violently.

He said expressionlessly, "The room is too damp, and cockroaches are bigger than mice. I'm scared. What if a mouse gets into my bed? You sleep on the floor, and I sleep on the bed. We can stay in the same room."

It was only at this time that Li Weijun noticed that his aunt was so considerate as to bring over bedding and mats from her room.

"You are afraid of cockroaches, and so am I. If one crawls into my bed, it's like a toad crawling on my heels. It's disgusting even if it doesn't bite me. I won't sleep on the floor. This is my room. Either you sleep on the floor, or we can sleep on the same bed."

Li Weijun glanced at the huge cockroaches crawling sparsely in the corner and decisively declined the suggestion.

People in the south are good at raising cockroaches and giant rats, which are fat and strong and parade around the room in broad daylight.

This thing is completely incomparable to the cockroaches in the north. Each one has bared fangs and claws, shiny skin, and is almost half the size of an adult's palm.

Not only was Jiang Xifeng frightened, Li Weijun was also scared when he saw it.

After he finished, he lay on the bed with his legs spread out without waiting for Jiang Xifeng's reaction. At the same time, he did not forget to take out the Jin Ping Mei, which he had studied in depth, and study it carefully.

This thing is extremely mysterious. It looks erotic, filthy and disgusting, but if you carefully study it, you can extract a lot of useful things from it.

Only vulgar people only care about those superficial and vulgar things.

A gentleman like Li Weijun, who has elegant manners and reads the Spring and Autumn Annals at night, would never just skim the surface and stop at the superficial level.

Instead, they have truly mastered some things that the general public cannot access.

For example, learn some poses from an embroidered picture album...

"You! Li Weijun, is there anyone like you? They say that a man who eats from others should be grateful, and a man who takes from others should be soft-hearted. You eat and take, and I'm too lazy to move even when I ask you to make room. If you don't move away from the floor bed, I..."

"What do you mean by 'I'? Auntie, it's not that the comrades don't want to carry out the order, but the conditions are too harsh and cannot be overcome."

Although Jiang Xifeng cried out for injustice, she looked aggressive.

But the expression on his face remained calm, and there was even a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth.

It was as if he didn't care at all whether Li Weijun slept on the floor or not, and just wanted to find an excuse to back off.

Sure enough, it was rejected again.

Jiang Xifeng couldn't wait to throw the quilt on the bed, then glanced at Li Weijun with her almond-shaped eyes: "Don't you see that the space is cramped? Move over there, otherwise there will be no room to lie down."

After Li Weijun moved away as he said, Jiang Xifeng lay down carelessly, mumbling something.

After glaring at Li Weijun with some dissatisfaction, he actually turned off the bedside lamp.

"You are so hypocritical. You don't rest at night. It will affect your eyesight. You have to go with me to meet my parents tomorrow. If you are listless, sick, and have no energy, you will definitely make my father angry."

Li Weijun initially thought that the girl was sleeping in separate beds, but he never expected that she would lie next to him without any concealment.

Sniffing the faint fragrance in the air, Li Weijun had a strange expression on his face: "Xifeng, you didn't spray perfume on purpose in the guesthouse, did you? I didn't smell this flower scent before. Why did you spray perfume when you need to sleep so late at night?"

Seeing that Li Weijun was asking questions knowing the answer, Jiang Xifeng was too lazy to bother with this enemy. She frowned and said, "It's just to attract mosquitoes, right? Why are you so nosy? No, are you going to sleep or not?"

Sleep? How can I sleep like this?

A cramped and narrow space, a weird atmosphere, and a distance that cannot be moved.

In this situation, Li Weijun would feel ashamed of his gender if he acted like a block of wood and didn't do what he loved.

In addition, he recalled the scene on the train during the day when Jiang Xifeng suddenly kissed him secretly and then ignored him.

He was so bold that he tiptoed in while the room was dark and suddenly kissed Jiang Xifeng on the lips.

It was pitch dark and dark.

Jiang Xifeng stared with her eyes wide open, and happened to turn her head, wanting to say something.

"It's not Li Weijun, I said... umm..."

The sudden kiss made Jiang Xifeng's brain go blank quickly, followed by a meaningless struggle.

But somehow, Jiang Xifeng suddenly felt as if she was on a limb and had no idea what to do.

He has even learned to flatter, even though he has never been exposed to these things. At most, he can just make tofu with Jiang Peipei.

But some things can always be learned without a teacher, not to mention a master like Li Weijun who does it himself.

So Jiang Xifeng rolled down the cliff in a daze, and then quickly rose up from the cliff.

This unprecedented novel experience makes it difficult to remain restrained.

Li Weijun turned on the light, comforted himself, and was just about to drink a sip of water.

But he found that Jiang Xifeng suddenly sat up and fumbled around on the bed.

Then, he took out a neatly folded towel with a touch of bright red plum blossom on it, which was shocking to the eye.

The moment he saw the towel, Li Weijun understood instantly.

My goodness, he originally thought he was the helmsman, planning everything, with meticulous intelligence and control over the entire situation.

Now it seems that the prey is me. No wonder people say women are the most dangerous creatures.

Maybe what Jiang Xifeng said about rats and cockroaches in the room was complete nonsense.

Even the fact that I insisted on not sleeping on the floor was probably already known to this girl.

There were fights between masters, intrigues, and flashes of swords.

"What are you looking at, Li Weijun, I warn you, this is the clear evidence of my innocence, so you don't have to make a fuss about this matter in the future. Remember, I, Jiang Xifeng, am more innocent than scallion mixed with tofu. If you don't take responsibility, hmph, you'll have to decide for yourself..."

If Jiang Yingying and Qin Huairu said this, Li Weijun would sneer at them and would not feel threatened at all.

But I can't help but feel that she has a good father. If he persuades me and I really eat peanuts, then I will fall under his spell...