Silent Lover

"Go home?" Honglian blinked her eyes, "Which family are you going back to?"

Song Qing opened his mouth to speak, but felt that it was inappropriate, and finally he just murmured: "It's like before, you live in my house.

"Okay."

Song Qing didn't even think that Hong Lian agreed so readily, and looked up at his sly look of Yan Yan, unable to be sure whether Hong Lian was telling the truth. .

"Then you agreed?" Song Qing asked. .

"Why don't you do business if you have business? Uncle Song, this is a sleepover at a slave's house, so the price will be higher~" Hong Lian touched

The nails painted with flower juice said. .

Song Qing thought it was so, Honglian could always make jokes and avoid his original meaning. .

"How many taels of silver?".

"Ok......

" Hong Lian snapped her fingers, "The value of the Nu family has doubled recently, given that Song Da

If the master is friendly with the slave family, then I will give you a discount, 5000 taels. ".

Song Qing opened her mouth wide: "5000 taels?!".

Yes, 5000 taels a day, no deception. "Honglian said with a smile, "Could it be that Uncle Song thinks it's expensive?".

Song Qing froze for a moment, then quickly shook her head and said: "It's not expensive, it's not expensive, then I'll go back and get the silver now.".

Hong Lian restrained her smile. He said an astronomical figure to make Song Qing retreat, but his head was twisted like a hemp rope, so he really said goodbye and left.

"Is your head caught in the crack of the door?" Hong Lian cursed, "How do you know such an elm head?

.....

After Song Qing left, Honglian lay limply on the beauty's couch, and hummed the little song called Shibamo again. Although the autumn sun was nice, it was still cool after all. When the wind blew, Honglian I shuddered. .

Hong Lian thought that she could be quiet for a few days, but she never thought that Song Qing would bring a bag of banknotes to Hong Lian in the afternoon, holding them in front of Hong Lian like a treasure. .

Hong Lian was stunned for a moment, then hugged the bank note into her arms, smiling happily.

Song Qing also prepared a carriage outside the Qinglian Pavilion, and arrived at the General's Mansion in less than a cup of tea. Song Qing pulled him straight into her bedroom. .

"My family still thinks that Uncle Song is a serious gentleman, so I'm so anxious, so I don't need my family to prescribe medicine this time?"

Honglian put her arms around Song Qing's neck, and hung half of her body weight on Song Qing's body. The rich fragrance from his body penetrated into Song Qing's nostrils, making him intoxicated by Honglian's compelling charm again. His brows, eyes and red lips are inviting him to taste. .

Song Qing couldn't tell for a while whether it was the red lotus in front of him or the Lian'er in his memory that made him dream. .

"Lian'er...

Thinking of this, Song Qing's mind regained a bit of clarity, Hong Lian frowned, and put her index finger on his lips in displeasure

"Uncle Song made a mistake again, my slave's name is Honglian."

Hong Lian repeatedly emphasized, and then hugged Song Qing hard and pushed him down on the bed. .

"You are Lian'er." Song Qing said firmly.

"A moment in spring night is worth a thousand gold, what about Lian'er Hong'er, Uncle Song still thinks about others?"

Hong Lian leaned over and slowly climbed up next to Song Qing, her lips brushed against Song Qing's chest and neck, showing a charming attitude, how could Song Qing bear his temptation, her hands and feet froze and did not move.

Honglian straddled Song Qing's body, and what's more terrible was that his upturned buttocks were right at Song Qing's key parts. Honglian moved freely, and the buttocks rubbed back and forth on him. .

In the blink of an eye, Honglian had already stripped half of her robe, revealing her fragrant shoulders and chest, then took Song Qing's hand, put it on her shoulder, and led him to caress it. .

Song Qing's eyes were straight, his tongue was dry, his instinctive desire and reason were like swords and swords, he was about to follow Honglian's movements, but he touched an unevenness on Honglian's smooth shoulder. .

At this time, there is only a scar left where the peach blossom birthmark used to be, and Honglian treats it as a tattoo and asks people to erase it. .

Song Qing only felt a bit of angina, and suddenly turned over and pressed Honglian under her body. If the bed was not covered with quilts, Honglian would definitely be hurt by him. .

Honglian was caught off guard by Song Qing, winked at him and said, "Uncle Song offered 5000 taels of silver, you can do whatever you want...

Song Qing swallowed, Honglian was expecting Song Qing's next move, but in the end she gently pulled up his robe to cover his snow-white shoulders. .

"Lian'er, stop humiliating yourself.

Song Qing hugged Honglian, her voice was low, like begging and choking. .

Honglian's eyes were out of focus for a moment, and Song Qing was pushed away fiercely. .

"Uncle Song is really disappointing. If you don't do this, why are you spending 5000 taels of silver?" Hong Lian asked angrily.

Song Qing said in amazement: "I don't want you to be like this...

Honglian interrupted him: "My family is in the flesh and blood business, so why don't you let me be ordained as a Bodhisattva? I'm really old and decrepit, and no one wants this piece of rotten meat from my family.