And said you don't like me

The old bustard came in and saw the person lying on the ground, she was startled, and hurried over to pick up the clothes on the ground and handed it to the person, "Mr. Zhao, come here, why are you lying on the ground?"

Mr. Zhao was naked, and the place was still stained with muddy liquid. The old bustard accidentally glanced at it and felt disgusted.Disgust flashed across his eyes, and his smile immediately returned. "Master Zhao, get up quickly, it's cold on the ground, what should we do if it gets cold later?"

Mr. Zhao put on his clothes with a sullen face, and looked at Yin Yu beside the bed and Qing Xuan at the side with resentment, he was furious, and sneered: "Mom, you really have a lot of people in this restaurant!"

"I was having fun! This little bastard came out of the closet and bit me to death!" Now the hand is still hurting, and the meat on it was almost bitten off by Yin Yu.Where did Mr. Zhao, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, suffer such flesh and blood?

Immediately, he wanted to kick Yin Yu again.

Suddenly there was a throbbing in my heart, it was the superior looking down on the inferior, like ants.

Mr. Zhao's legs trembled, and he turned his head in a hurry to look for the source of his uneasiness, but there was nothing but the ugly servant over there.

"Master Zhao?"

Mr. Zhao snorted coldly, and quietly wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, feeling extremely dissatisfied with his gaffe just now. "Mom, you said I spent 3000 taels just to get a taxi here?"

"The little bastard bit someone, but the big bastard kicked me directly!"

"This..." The old bustard turned his eyes and landed on Hu'er on the bed, his voice was cold and harsh, "Hu'er, is this the servant you raised?"

Hu'er chuckled, but didn't speak.

The old bustard looked at Mr. Zhao flatteringly, and suggested: "How about this, Hu'er's servants spoiled Mr. Zhao's interest today, come back tomorrow, and I will let Hu'er stay with you for another night?"

Mr. Zhao landed on Hu'er's half-covered body, and he only ate half of it just now, but the feeling of ecstasy is really unstoppable, thinking about it like this, the lower body is showing signs of getting up again.Mr. Zhao didn't want to lose face, and said disgustedly: "That's the only way to go."

"Okay, okay, that's good, Mr. Zhao, please go slowly." The old bustard threw a champagne, ready to see off the guests.

Just when Young Master Zhao was tidying up his clothes and preparing to leave, Hu'er said lazily, "Do I agree?"

"Heh, huh? Fox, what did you just say?"

Hu'er was leaning against the bedpost, her blue hair was messily scattered on her bruised body, she didn't appear to be in the slightest bit of distress, on the contrary, she felt a little bit more urge to be abused.The finger was still tightly held by a small hand, Hu'er smiled, and tried to pull back the finger, but the child held it tightly, so Hu'er let him go.

"I said, do I agree?"

The old bustard laughed back angrily, "Your servant bit and kicked Mr. Zhao, which disturbed Mr. Zhao's interest. You, the master, should do what your servant does!"

"And this person, what you mean by good discipline is to discipline him to bite customers?"

Hu'er didn't pay attention to it, "I will pay for my servant's mistakes, 3000 taels? Hu'er just give it back to Mr. Zhao. As for the previous..." Hu'er looked at Mr. Zhao's lower body, meaning without saying a word Yu, "Take it as my compensation."

"As for mother, Hu'er has saved a lot of money, and she can spend 500 taels."

After picking up the guests, the young man will give half of the money to his mother. Hu'er is different. The money he gets every time is the total money of several young men for a year, so only 3000% is distributed to his mother. I gave [-]% to my mother, and Mr. Zhao's [-] taels was nothing.

Now that Hu'er has said that, what else can the bustard say?

Mr. Zhao snorted coldly, feeling extremely upset, if he really cared about it, why would he bid for 3000 taels? !

"What a bunch of trash!" Mr. Zhao kicked the servant a few times, and cast a gloomy glance at the fox on the bed. The cheap hoof, next time it falls into his hands, he will definitely toss to death!

He smiled lewdly, Mr. Zhao was still immersed in his reverie, only to hear Hu'er continue: "Next time mother will choose the three highest bidders, and then Hu'er will choose the guests himself."

"What do you mean?!" Mr. Zhao was furious.

Hu'er straightened the broken hair on his forehead, "Fox is tired, please trouble mom to see the guests off."

Mr. Zhao refused to let go, the old bustard persuaded Mr. Zhao all the way and smiled all the way and pushed Mr. Zhao out.

After sending Mr. Zhao away, the bustard came back after a while, "Fox, you are really capable."

"Mom, what does this mean?"

"Heh." The old bustard sneered, "For you today, I offended a big customer of our Fengzhu Pavilion. You paid for it with money, but you made a mistake, so you should be punished, right?"

"Since there is a problem with my discipline, I will naturally be punished. Then I will lock them up for three days without food and drink, so that they can have a long memory. What does mother think?"

"You have said that, what else can I do?" The old bustard walked away with a displeased face.

Closing the door vigorously, Hu'er suddenly loses energy, and is really tired after tossing around for so long.

"Little brat, don't you let go?" Hu'er raised her grasped fingers.

"Beautiful brother..."

"Zhuzi, look at his chest, I still have some medicine in there, give him some medicine."

Qingxuan took the still worried child to the outside to apply medicine. Hu'er was lying on the bed tiredly, with a slightly warm index finger curled in his palm.

Since picking up customers for so long, what kind of customers have you never met?It's very common for Mr. Zhao to have special hobbies. Once he was unable to walk for half a month. Isn't it the same?

Curling up, Hu'er couldn't help laughing as he thought about it.

Ha! More than ten years, more than ten years, this is the first time someone worried about him, the first time someone stood up for him, the first time someone asked him if it hurts.

It turned out that this tattered body was also cared about.

When I was in a daze, there was a faint scent of medicine coming to the bedside.

He heard the clear and crisp voice of the child, "Beautiful brother, you have many wounds on your body. I'll rub the medicine on you. It won't hurt if you rub it while blowing."

"Okay." He murmured, stretching out his arms obediently.

"Beautiful brother, you are sweating."

With his small hand, he gently wiped away a drop of water that fell from his temples.

Stupid, that's not Khan.

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