My child's father is me

Shen Huaibi who left the secret door one step earlier than Qi Mo was not as embarrassed as him.

There were a lot of rich and noble people in Full Moon Square, so he randomly found a rich businessman with big arms and round waists in the corner, stunned him with a whip, pulled off his robe in twos and draped it over his body, covering his bloody body.

Before he put on the ghost mask again, a voice shouted: "Mr. Wen! Mr. Wen! I have been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here?"

Shen Huaibi's heart skipped a beat, the ghost mask in his hand slipped quietly into his wide sleeve, and he raised his eyes to look at the person coming.

The man stumbled and ran over, wearing the same clothes they saw on the disciples of the Qinglong Gang before, but his face was joyful: "Let's go with the little one! The little one will take you to rest."

Shen Huaibi was puzzled, with a calm face, and nodded reservedly.

The Mr. Wen he was talking about was probably an honored guest of the owner of Manyuefang, but he didn't come for some reason, and Shen Huaibi happened not to be wearing a mask, which made the boy misunderstand.

Shen Huaibi took the identity card with a sense of peace of mind, and pretended to be "Mr. Wen" who was nowhere to be seen today, and left with the little boy who was leading the way.

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Inside the golden phoenix gauze tent, the owner of Manyue Fang was hanging his arms, and the other uninjured hand was holding the bronze mirror, looking at the bloody scar on his face, he choked for a while, and finally Sniffing his nose, he asked, "Doctor Hua, can my face be saved?"

The young man standing on his left squinted his phoenix eyes, looked at him for a long time, and said indifferently for a while: "It can't be helped."

The owner of Manyuefang gently cupped his face with one hand, and Lihua cried with rain: "Huarong! You don't have any sympathy for the fragrance and jade. When Mr. Huiwen comes, I will definitely sue him!"

Hua Rong was speechless, he put away his things and was about to leave, but suddenly a boy stumbled in from outside the door and shouted: "Mr. Wen is here!"

The owner of Manyuefang wiped away his tears, and turned his face faster than turning the pages of a book. A bright smile like a chrysanthemum was on his blood-stained face, like a ghost crawling out of hell, quite scary.

"Li Xuanhua, take back your temper." Hua Rong shook his wide sleeves, ignored them, picked up the medicine box and walked away.

Fangzhu Li didn't care about him, and said with a smile on his face: "You go, tell Jiu'er to accompany Mr. Wen first, I'll freshen up, and I'll be there later."

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Inside the building.

"Hurry up, hurry up, work harder and tidy up all the things! The owner of the workshop cannot do without our rewards... Hey! What's the matter with that little brat? I can't move my hand anymore?"

With a broom in his hand, Qi Mo was staring at the dusty ground in front of him. Suddenly, he was called, so he had to turn his face away, smearing the ground with the broom in his hand, and reluctantly replied: "No .”

"You're just being lazy! Do you think I didn't watch it? If the owner of the workshop sees it later, you have to be careful!" The supervisor walked a few steps closer and found that the boy had a very strange face. He asked an extra question: " You new here? What's your name?"

Qi Mo took out the sapphire card from his pocket, and handed it to the supervisor: "Xiao Hei."

The supervisor took the sign and looked at it for a while, then nodded for a while. This is indeed the pass sign of their flower-filled villa, and it cannot be reproduced elsewhere.

Qi Mo frowned, his only eyes were shining brightly, and a section of snow-white neck was protruding from the gray shirt, looking like a beauty.

He dispelled his doubts and patted him on the shoulder: "I don't think you should sweep, you go and stand in the room, sweeping the floor can't be done, can you do things like serving water and tea?"

Qi Mo was worrying that he would not have the chance to meet the owner of Manyuefang, so he nodded hurriedly, put the broom out, and served tea instead.

He would never have imagined that one day the dignified eleventh prince would be reduced to the point of serving tea and water to others if he didn't want to eat, drink and have fun!

—

At this moment, Shen Huaibi was wearing a black-bottomed gold-patterned large-sleeve shirt that was taken off the unlucky rich businessman. The ghost mask on his face had been removed a long time ago, revealing a clear and plain white face. He speaks:

"Mr. Wen, you have been exhausted all the way, but are you tired? The owner of the workshop told me to ask Xiao Jiu to serve you." He is the owner of the workshop selected by the owner of the Full Moon Workshop to serve Mr. Wen. I don't know where I heard that Mr. Wen prefers men. , especially the young girl, if he climbs this high branch, he won't have to worry about his livelihood for the rest of his life... Besides, this Mr. Wen, who has sword eyebrows and star eyes, is quite suave, and he is not at a loss.

Xiao Jiu pursed her lips, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and smiled sweetly at the corner of her mouth: "Xiao Jiu will take Mr. Wen to the guest room to rest for a while."

Shen Huaibi raised his eyebrows, took the title of "Mr. Wen" from him, and followed him with a sense of peace of mind.

"Sir, this way please." Xiao Jiu was still thinking about the second half of his prosperous life, so he graciously led him into the building that was specially cleaned up for Mr. Wen to rest.

Shen Huaibi looked at his soft and feminine face, nodded noncommittally, and raised his eyes to see the plaque of this building: Qinglong Pavilion.

"Wait here for your Master?"

Xiao Jiu squeezed out a sweet smile, and said flatteringly: "Yes, Fang Master asked Jiu'er to wait on you for a while, and he will be here later."

Consistent with the tens of millions of taels of gold hidden in the secret room of Manyuefang, this Qinglong Pavilion is also very richly decorated.

Needless to say, the carved railings and paintings on the walls, the corners of the eaves fly obliquely, a huge building rises from the ground, dragons and phoenixes walk between the wall beams, it is really strange in this world illuminated by countless fluorescent lights.

Shen Huaibi stepped into the room calmly, and saw that there were not many people inside, except for the sweeping boy who had not retreated and a few boys who brought tea and water, there was no one else.

He frowned slightly, measured half of his cold and handsome face, and asked Xiao Jiu, "When will your master come?"

Taking advantage of the time when Xiao Jiu had just gone out to report to the supervisor, Xiao Jiu was instructed by the supervisor that if he wanted to be rich and prosperous, he had to pay something.

Seeing that he was thin-skinned, the supervisor was afraid that he would not behave well and spoil Mr. Wen's temper, so he half pushed and half poured him a bowl of love potion.

The love potion of Huamanshanzhuang is not made up, a little powder can make a young girl like Xiao Jiu soft and rotten into a puddle of spring mud.

At this time, when he heard Shen Huaibi's question, his eyes had been blurred for a long time. He bravely put one hand on Shen Huaibi's shoulder, and said in a coquettish voice, "Mr. Ask Xiao Jiu why he was left out in the cold. It's underground, and Mr. Wen doesn't come here often, so it's probably cold, why don't you ask Xiao Jiu to keep you warm..."

With his movement, Shen Huaibi immediately understood——

This bastard Mr. Wen likes men, he is a dignified General of Zhenbei, here is a top bag for him! !

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Qi Mo has been standing here for half an hour.

There were several boys who came in at the same time as him, all with white lips and red teeth, and shy smiles.

He hadn't figured out the situation yet, the supervisor who had the evil eyebrows and mouse eyes and brought him over to work as a coolie narrowed his eyes and smiled at them: "The owner of the workshop said, I want you to take good care of Mr. Wen, and your benefits are indispensable, understand?"

Qi Mo half closed his eyes, his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, he was a little puzzled:

serve?Serving Mr. Wen?Does serving tea and pouring water count as serving?

The supervisor touched a small silver coin, approached one by one, stuffed it into the waistbands of the boys, and said pointedly: "I am happy to serve Mr. Wen, do you understand?"

Qi Mo wasn't going to let him touch his waist, when the greasy-faced supervisor approached, he smiled and wanted to pull his girdle, Qi Mo almost snatched the ingot of silver that he didn't usually look down on , Randomly stuffed into the purse.

"Yo, you are in a hurry."

Qi Mo raised the corners of his lips and responded, "Mmm."

The supervisor who was extremely perfunctory by him took another look at him, snorted softly, and walked away with him.

The rest of Qi Mo and a few young and beautiful boys stayed in the same room. Qi Mo and them looked at each other for a long time before he took out the ingot of silver and asked confusedly, "What did he give me the silver for?"

Those beautiful boys looked at him like an idiot, and after a while, someone said: "You have already taken the money, don't you know? We are all the same, why pretend?"

Qi Mo lowered his eyes, played with the ingot of silver given to him by the supervisor in his hand, and threw the small white jade tablet worn at his waist to the talking boy: "I really don't know, please tell me something."

"..." The face of the young man who took his jade token softened somewhat, and he said in a calm manner, "Since you have so much money, why bother to sell your appearance here to share with us?"

Qi Mo's hand that was playing with the silver stopped abruptly, and the ingot of silver fell down with a "snap", hitting his feet right on the ground.

"This, is this considered money for selling one's body?" Qi Mo had never seen such a battle before, and said incoherently: "Just this ingot of silver?"

The young man gave him a strange look: "Too much? The supervisor said that he will take good care of Mr. Wen, and there will be other rewards...Hey! What are you doing!?"

Qi Mo looked at him for a moment, put the money in his hand into his hand, and waved his hand: "Here, I don't need money."

The beautiful boy was about to say something, but there was a sudden noise outside, a slender and white hand pushed open the door, and Qi Mo heard a sweet voice:

"Mr. Wen, Xiao Jiu misses you very much..."

Shen Huaibi's face that often entered his dreams suddenly appeared in his sight, and Qi Mo didn't know why he had to hold his breath.

"What are you doing? Your hands are itchy?" The young man standing next to him had already decided that he was a bully, and said softly angrily: "It may not be your turn to serve Mr. later, look at Xiaojiu, We are notoriously slutty hoofs in our Full Moon Workshop, and now they are grabbing people's hands and refusing to let them go."

Qi Mo surprisingly ignored him, he looked at Xiao Jiu clinging stickily to Shen Huaibi's body, squinting slightly, without saying a word.

The arm in his hand was the one he had hugged and rubbed against!

The neck that his finger touched was the mark he had left behind!

The waist he wanted to hug was the one he hugged last night!

Before Qi Mo could wait for Shen Huaibi to make a move, he had already exploded intolerable.He pulled off the ghost mask on his face, threw the tea in his hand aside, grabbed Shen Huaibi's other hand, and pulled him back from Xiaojiu's bondage.

He is like a little wolf dog protecting food, declaring his sovereignty to other invading species: "Why do you touch my brother?"