Vibrant color, fragrant dust, far away fragrance

Ning Zhiyuan was going crazy with An Yunshen's thick skin!

As soon as An Yunshen came back, he had a very good relationship with Ning Zhiyuan. He followed Ning Zhiyuan's butt all day long, called by Brother Zhiyuan, wore Ning Zhiyuan's clothes, ate Ning Zhiyuan's snacks, spent Ning Zhiyuan's pocket money, what? It's all borrowed but never repaid.Ning Zhiyuan was very angry at first, and wanted to sue An Yichen, but felt that it would be demeanor to talk about these external objects, so he could only thank the guests behind closed doors and lock the things in the room, in case they changed their surname to An.

This strategy finally worked, everything in the house was kept, but when Ning Zhiyuan was about to go out dressed up, he unexpectedly learned that the car was driven away by An Yunshen.

Now Ning Zhiyuan was completely convinced.

The door still has to go out, Ning Zhiyuan is not the temperament to stay at home.

An idea came to his mind, he secretly smiled, and drove An Yichen's car away while An Yichen was away.

Ning Zhiyuan drove around twice on the road, leaving Fang Qi and a group of guards behind, and then drove slowly on the street, not knowing what to do.

Fang Qi led seven or eight people to chase after Ning Zhiyuan and ran for several miles, but his legs couldn't run the car, so he had to go back and report to An Yichen.

Ning Zhiyuan drove the car aimlessly, suddenly the car on the opposite side honked its horn frequently.

Ning Zhiyuan stopped, and the glass of the opposite car fell, it turned out to be Fu Hanyang.

Fu Hanyang blinked at Ning Zhiyuan, asked the driver to stop the car, and walked towards Ning Zhiyuan.

Fu Hanyang is personable, like a son-in-law, and has always been the most eye-catching with Ning Zhiyuan.

Fu Hanyang knocked on Ning Zhiyuan's car glass, Ning Zhiyuan opened the door and let him sit in.

"Zhiyuan, where are you going?" Fu Hanyang asked with a smile, crossing Erlang's legs.

Ning Zhiyuan was wearing a light yellow shirt, a soot plaid vest, and a woolen coat on the back of the seat, casual and handsome.With red lips and white teeth, one looks like a pampered young master.

Every time Fu Hanyang sees Ning Zhiyuan, he likes him more and more.Patting his shoulder, the back of his hand inadvertently brushed his delicate skin.

Ning Zhiyuan was also very happy to see Fu Hanyang, he smiled and said happily, "I don't know yet, where is Brother Fu going? Why don't you take me with you?"

Fu Hanyang had this intention, and said mysteriously, "Take you to a good place!"

Ning Zhiyuan drove Fu Hanyang with him.

The good place Fu Hanyang mentioned was a brothel in Yanliu Hutong.When Ning Zhiyuan saw the bright red lantern at the door and the four characters "Fengyue Jiaofang", he was no longer interested.

Ning Zhiyuan curled his lips, "Brother Fu said that the good place is Fengyuechang. What's the point of such a place? Nobody likes to play in Beiping anymore."

Fu Hanyang smiled and said, "If it was an ordinary brothel, why would you bring Zhiyuan here. It's really different." Fu Hanyang leaned into Ning Zhiyuan's ear as he spoke, and said something in a soft voice. Smile, "Really?"

Fu Hanyang whispered, "How could I lie to you, you will know when you go in."

Ning Zhiyuan and Fu Hanyang entered Fengyue Jiaofang together.The decoration inside is very demonic, with thin curtains and gauze everywhere, which makes people see the clouds and fog.

The boss is a middle-aged beautiful woman in her 40s. As soon as she saw Fu Hanyang, she hurried over to greet her with a smile on her face.

Fu Hanyang is also a playboy, a frequent visitor in Fengyue.

After whispering a few words to the boss, he took Ning Zhiyuan to a private room.

A beautiful girl brought drinks and snacks. Fu Hanyang and Ning Zhiyuan sat side by side in front of the short table, shoulders leaning on each other. They also had outstanding looks, like a couple.

After a while, a girl holding a pipa led in today's protagonist.

The girl in the back was wearing a complicated white gauze and a gauze scarf half-hidden her face, revealing her scissored eyes, bright and moving.

The woman bowed to them, whispering like Jin Ling, "The little girl's name is Zhijin, she's making a fool of herself."

The brocade weaving girl from Fengyue Jiaofang is good at dancing, and has become very famous in Nanjing these days. Her courteous sons are like crazy bees and butterflies.

Brocade was not shy, and started dancing after bowing.

The sound of pipa plucked the strings.

The gauze is like water patterns, swaying and swaying, the beautiful dance steps, the jade arms are looming, and the brocade eyes seem to have magic power, which is fascinating.

With the urgent sound of the pipa, the brocade is spinning, the arms are stretched and raised, layers of tulle fall with the dance, the moving body is looming, and it is hidden, which really makes people feel numb.

Ning Zhiyuan's eyes almost fell into his wine glass. Although he is flirtatious, he has never really done any adulterous things. He and Du Liniang used to kiss at most, but now seeing this suddenly, his face is almost on fire.

Brocade finished dancing, picked up the gauze on the ground and put it on, thanked the two, and then sat next to them.

The pipa didn't stop, it was still plucking the strings at a leisurely pace.

"The brocade girl danced the demon dance?" Fu Hanyang took a sip of his wine, but his expression was normal.

Zhijin nodded slightly, "Master Fu is very knowledgeable, and no one has ever recognized what dance I was dancing."

Fu Hanyang laughed loudly, "In the wind, flowers, snow and moon, I can be regarded as a learned man."

Ning Zhiyuan recovered his face before he dared to take a good look at the brocade.In fact, Brocade, who doesn't dance, has a very ordinary appearance.Ning Zhiyuan, who was used to seeing beauties, lost interest after a while. He only exchanged a few words with the brocade, and then turned his attention to the girl playing the pipa in the corner.

Ning Zhiyuan asked Zhijin, "What's that girl's name?"

Inquiring about a girl playing the pipa in front of brocade, it stands to reason that it would be very embarrassing for brocade.But Jinjin is not a stingy person. In front of Fu Hanyang, she didn't dare to show her temper. She replied respectfully, "That girl is the female musician here. Her name is Xie Tianxiang. She just came here not long ago." After a pause, he explained again, "This girl doesn't seem to accept guests."

Ning Zhiyuan saw Xie Tianxiang's cold complexion, in this corrupt atmosphere she looked like a white lotus flower emerging from the mud, so he became interested and walked over to talk to her.

Fu Hanyang looked at Ning Zhiyuan looking for the female musician in the corner, holding a glass of wine and smiling, "I didn't expect that Young Master Ning is so innocent."

Zhijin didn't know what he meant, so she guessed and replied, "Miss Xie is indeed very chaste. She probably came here to make a living, and she is different from the other girls in the building."

Fu Hanyang glanced at Xie Tianxiang and sneered, "If you want to be clean, you can do laundry for her as a servant. It's really hypocritical to come to this kind of place to be a martyr."

Zhijin didn't dare to answer, so he added a glass of wine to Fu Hanyang.

After a short while, Ning Zhiyuan sat back, Fu Hanyang glanced at him with a smile, "Is this a failure?"

Ning Zhiyuan has always been the most demeanor in front of women, he said nonchalantly, "She is a good girl, I don't want to be a bully."

Fu Hanyang didn't expose him, he helped him fill a glass of wine, and brought it to his lips with his own hands, "The beauty doesn't want to serve you, how about I recommend a pillow?"

Ning Zhiyuan laughed, and drank the wine with Fu Hanyang's hand.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't drink well, he stopped after only two drinks.

The smell of alcohol rose up, making Ning Zhiyuan blush, his eyes were moist, and the big red phoenix eyes were raised slightly, staring blankly at Fu Hanyang.This style made Fu Hanyang amazed and intoxicated.

☆, running away