Crematorium-style love with the male protagonist of the starting point

Wang Mang pretended to be surprised, and said: "No, there is no other relatives except someone who has been appointed."

I don't know what Fu Qinghe made up in his own mind. After changing his expression a few times, he bowed respectfully to Wang Mang and said, "I'm in a hurry, and I didn't bring a follow-up ceremony. I have important things to do, so I can't stay here." Stay, and I will come to make amends in person someday."

"I can't leave you to drink a pot of tea in the shabby house. It's a pity, but things can't be delayed, so you don't have to be polite."

"Thank you, shopkeeper Wang, then we will leave." Zhao Yueming took Fu Qinghe and left quickly, it seemed that there was indeed something urgent to attend to.

Fu Qinghe glanced back halfway, and happened to meet Wang Mang who was still staring at them. He didn't know what to do for a while, but Wang Mang waved to him with a smile.

This smile is exactly the same as Luo Tan's habitual smile, Fu Qinghe's heart beat wildly, Zhao Yueming pulled him suspiciously, "What are you doing in a daze, go quickly."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Fu Qinghe turned his head, and his steps seemed hasty.

Zhao Yueming approached Fu Qinghe, lowered his voice, and said: "Actually, I can also understand that the shopkeeper Wang is so good-looking. To tell you the truth, I was dumbfounded last time. If he was a woman, I would definitely be hard to resist."

"The shopkeeper Wang is very similar to my sweetheart in appearance."

Zhao Yueming took a deep breath, "Good guy, no wonder you don't like my little junior sister, so there is another beautiful woman with me! Wait, does she look like shopkeeper Wang?" He grabbed Fu Qinghe's shoulder, "That's why you asked Wang Is there any female relatives in the shopkeeper's family?"

"Yes, it is impossible to have such similar and unrelated people in the world. Shopkeeper Wang may have something to do with the girl."

"You need to have a good relationship with shopkeeper Wang." Zhao Yueming patted Fu Qinghe on the back, "He is also considered a member of your family."

"Brother, help me to pay attention to whether shopkeeper Wang has any difficulties in various aspects. I will try my best to help."

"It's easy to say, junior brother should also create more opportunities for me and my junior sister to be alone." Zhao Yueming winked at him.

"This... senior sister is not close to me, how can I help Senior Brother Zhao?" Fu Qinghe became distressed.

The corner of Zhao Yueming's mouth twitched a few times, "Little Junior Sister likes you, can't you tell?"

Fu Qinghe frowned, "Brother, don't talk nonsense."

"How did you catch up with such a beautiful girl so slow?" Zhao Yueming was extremely confused, "Junior Sister Ren follows your ass every day, rushing to be with you in everything, you can't see that? "

"Senior sister is just taking care of me." Fu Qinghe said stubbornly.

"Okay, from now on, the senior brother will take care of you too, so you can do everything with the senior brother, and I'm sure the little junior sister will follow."

"Oh." Fu Qinghe nodded, but he still didn't believe Zhao Yueming's words.

Miss Luo was the same before, and so was Zhao Yueming. He couldn't feel such emotions from the women they said were interested in him.Every time I look at them, I can't connect with them.They will not look at her with a smile all the time, and will not treat him with unique tenderness and tolerance.

If it's just talking and pestering others, how can you say that you really like him.

Fu Qinghe shook his head, and stopped thinking about these erotic things.

. . . . . .

Wang Mang didn't wait too long, and Fu Qinghe knocked on the door of his shop with bags of gifts.

It is estimated that he was treated like a brother-in-law, and Fu Qinghe was so shy that he could bring so many things to the door, so he was taken seriously enough.

Wang Mang didn't have time to call Xiao Er, so he personally helped Fu Qinghe carry the things together into the room.He personally met him and sat on his soft couch, brewed tea and brought it to him for him to drink.

Fu Qinghe was flattered, "Thank you, Shopkeeper Wang."

Wang Mang pulled the seat aside and sat down with his gown lifted, and said with a smile: "Qinghe is true to his word."

Except for Luo Tan, no one else had ever called him that way before, and Fu Qinghe's face was slightly heated, "Actually, I came here to discuss with Shopkeeper Wang about cooperation with the Tiangang Sect."

"Oh?" Wang Mang raised his eyebrows, turned his body and put his arms on the table, crossing his fingers, as if discussing business, "I haven't heard of the cooperation with the Tiangang Sect yet."

"That's right." Fu Qinghe took out a few written documents from his pocket, "Tiangang Party has a lot of demand for food, clothing and weapons, and they used to send disciples to purchase them. It just so happens that the shopkeeper Wang has operations in these areas, so it's better to go with them. With the cooperation of the Tiangang faction, we will be responsible for the supply of these materials in the future. Shopkeeper Wang can get a stable profit channel, and we can also save a lot of manpower."

Wang Mang took these papers and read them carefully one by one. Except for the reasonable price reduction of the goods, there was no clause that would make him lose money. It was as if he was rushing to give him money.

There are so many shops under the Tiangang faction, and there are many big bosses like him. He has never heard of anyone who can monopolize the supply of goods from the Tiangang faction. Naturally, Wang Mang does not feel that this is a sudden pie in the sky.

He pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to Fu Qinghe, "Did Qinghe fight for me?"

Fu Qinghe's face turned red, and he looked away embarrassedly, "I just suggested to the head, the things in Wang's store are more economical than other stores, and it is reasonable for the head to cooperate with you."

Anyway, the money earned will also be the property of his husband and wife with Fu Qinghe in the future.

Wang Mang took out the quill from the ink bottle on the table, signed his name on every piece of paper, and took out his personal seal to stamp it.

Seeing the quill pen in Wang Mang's hand, Fu Qinghe was amazed, and couldn't help leaning over to look it over carefully.

Wang Mang saw his expression like a child discovering a new toy, he simply got up from his seat, pulled Fu Qinghe to sit on his own seat, and gave him the quill.

"I'm not very learned, and I can't write calligraphy well, so I use this thing instead. Even if I don't show my style, but fortunately, the effect is quite high." Wang Mang pulled the rice paper hanging on the wall and put it on the table, leaned down and put his hands on it. On both sides of Fu Qinghe, he held his hand with his right hand and helped him correct the posture of holding the pen, "I will take you to write a few words."

Fu Qinghe obediently let him hold his hand and lead him to write. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he seriously learned how to write with a quill pen.

Wang Mang held Fu Qinghe's hand and led him to write the three characters "Fu Qinghe" one stroke at a time.

The two were close to each other, and the hot air from Wang Mang's breathing sprayed on Fu Qinghe's face, but Fu Qinghe seemed to be insulated from this ambiguity, and he didn't show any shyness.

Men aren't worthy of flirting with Fu Qinghe? ? ?

Wang Mang frowned, turned his face away, and planned to deliberately blow into his ear.

"This quill is really easy to use. Can I have the cheek to ask Shopkeeper Wang for one?"

Fu Qinghe smiled and turned his face to Wang Mang. Coincidentally, Wang Mang also turned around. Without giving them any time to react, Fu Qinghe's mouth rubbed against the corner of Wang Mang's.

The reason why they didn't kiss was because their noses touched and blocked it.

Wang Mang didn't move, just maintained this posture and looked at Fu Qinghe, and Fu Qinghe stared at Wang Mang blankly for a few seconds, suddenly he was so frightened that he fell back and almost fell off the seat, but fortunately Wang Mang's eyes were quick and his hands pulled him away. stopped him.

Fu Qinghe covered his mouth with his hands in horror, his whole body was red from head to toes, like a cooked shrimp.

Only then did Wang Mang sit down opposite him, Shi Shiran said calmly, "It's just an accident, Qinghe should not take it to heart."

Fu Qinghe tore his hand from his mouth, put his clothes on, lowered his head and said, "Sorry, I offended you."

Smiling, Wang Mang took a long box from a shelf on one side and handed it to him, "What's the offense? I took advantage of Qinghe being so handsome. This is your apology."

"No way!" Fu Qinghe quickly refused, not even realizing that he was being molested.

"Just kidding, it's just a gift for you." Wang Mang opened the box, and a magnificent sword appeared. "And this quill, I will also put it on for you, and give it to you together."

"It's too precious." Fu Qinghe swallowed, the sword was a very irresistible gift for him, but he also knew the value of this thing in his heart, and he deserved it.

"Don't worry about it. Money is just something outside of the body. It's just my heart. Brother Zhao has accepted it. If Qinghe doesn't accept it, I will be sad."

Fu Qinghe was still hesitating, Wang Mang had already packed the quill pen, took out the paper and sword and stuffed them into Fu Qinghe's arms, pinned the pen case to his waist, and took him out directly.

"I'm afraid Qinghe won't accept my gift, so I won't invite you to drink this cup of tea."

Fu Qinghe was sent outside the door in a blink of an eye. He still wanted to speak, but Wang Mang had already waved at him.

"Qinghe go back earlier!"

As soon as the door of the shop was slammed shut, there was actually a closed sign on it.

Fu Qinghe was dumbfounded, holding the sword and papers in his arms in a daze for a while, then turned and left.

Wang Mang unwrapped the gifts Fu Qinghe gave him, including jewelry that is often given in normal business contacts, silk and satin clothing with good fabrics, exquisite handicrafts, good tea and food, and some messy things. Nourishing herbs.

I guess I didn't know what to give away, so I gave everything I could give away?

Wang Mang took off his coat and put the clothes that Fu Qinghe gave him on his body. Unfortunately, the clothes were bought too small and the hem could not be seen. The sleeves were cut short, revealing the white obscene clothes inside.

Wang Mang took off his clothes and put them away on the lower shelf of the closet.

Fortunately, he still asked around and contacted the best craftsman he could find to make a sword for Fu Qinghe, but the clothes this kid gave him didn't fit.

Wang Mang snorted softly, and after disclosing his identity to him later, he kidnapped him and put on this dress to see if he bought it according to his own body shape.

If not, punish him.

If it is, then the crime will be aggravated and punished severely.

The author has something to say: Fu Qinghe: None of them like me, only Miss Luo likes me.Practice is the only criterion for testing truth!

Wang Mang: I would like to call my behavior deliberate seduction.