At this time, a maid came forward and smiled at Fang Zheng: "Congratulations to this young master, you are outstanding in literary talent and extremely witty. Miss Yanran admires her very much. She wants to invite her to come in. She will play a song for her alone."

Fang Zheng scratched his head and said, "I know nothing about music theory. Isn't Miss Yanran playing the piano to a cow? I think it's better to forget it..."

"Or why don't you ask the fat man next to me... Well, this young master Zhou will come in for me. He is better at this... Huh? Fatty, what's wrong with you?" Fang Zheng looked at the fat man with a puzzled expression that was about to vomit blood.

Not to mention him, even the maid next to her had a blue look and a little white, her almond eyes widened, her delicate body trembled, and her trembling lips could not say a word.

The fat man smiled at the maid Qiang with an ugly face and said, "This young man may be so happy that he was a little confused. He made a mistake for a moment. Please don't blame the girl. The girl will take the lead and he will come later."

The maid forced a smile and didn't say anything. She didn't even look at Fang Zheng, and turned around and left.

Fang Zheng looked at the maid's back and muttered, "Don't laugh if you don't want to laugh. It's so ugly, it's too professional. This pleasure boat is doing a good job in vocational training for employees... Wow! Fatty, why are you laughing even worse than her?" Fang Zheng tapped the fat man's forehead.

The fat man twisted his head, avoided Fang Zheng's hand, bowed to him respectfully and sighed: "Brother Fang, I'm convinced you, I'm really convinced you! Wait, I'll write you the word "consummation". After that, he turned around and looked for something on the table.

Fang Zheng said modestly: "Where is there, Isn't it just right a couplet? It's nothing, it's really nothing." Ancient people really put in their efforts to express their admiration.

The fat man couldn't find a suitable thing, so he had to dip his fingers into the wine in the pot, and then he actually wrote a big word "天" on the table. Fang Zheng couldn't stop him, and the fat man was anxious with him.

Don’t say, this word is written very well, with Yan Jin Liu’s bones, vigorous and powerful. This guy looks messy and has a good handwriting. I guess he has been immersed in this art for many years.

"Good words!" Fang Zheng couldn't help but praise.

The fat man rubbed his forehead as if a moaning, and said, "Brother Fang, don't talk, go in, please, leave the rest to me, don't worry." Without waiting for Fang Zheng to say more, he pushed him into the back cabin of the pleasure boat. Fang Zheng turned around and saw that the boy was pulling Mom Wang aside, saying something sneakily.

He is paying the bill? Fang Zheng guessed. Then the eldest young master Fang shouted a redundant sentence to the fat man: "Oh, remember to ask her to give her a discount..."

"thump!"

When she opened the pearl curtain, the maid was standing respectfully waiting for Fang Zheng. Seeing that he came, she didn't say anything and led Fang Zheng straight to the back. Fang Zheng observed and found that the entire pleasure boat was divided into two parts. The hall in front belonged to the bow of the boat, and the hall belonged to the stern of the boat, separated by the pearl curtain in the middle. The stern of the boat was mostly a fair room, and Fang Zheng thought the word "官网" was a bit interesting, but to put it nicely, it was "官网", which was actually a place for people to proclaim their despair, which was similar to the "hour room" in a modern hotel.

The maid took Fang Zheng around and made him dizzy. In the middle, Fang Zheng wanted to chat with her, but she ignored her and hummed, so angry that Fang Zheng wanted to complain.

When Fang Zheng couldn't help but want to protest, it finally arrived. After the maid took him to the place, she didn't say hello, and proudly raised her head and disappeared.

The room in front of me looks more special than other private rooms. It is independent of those private rooms. At the end of the entire pleasure boat, in order to prevent some unqualified people from harassing Miss Yanran, there are two muscular men standing at the door. Fang Zheng knew that this was probably the legendary thug. The unique product of ancient brothels. They basically deal with things that cannot be dealt with on the surface. It is really a necessary tool for collecting debts and forcing good men to become prostitutes.

The two muscular men didn't say hello when they saw Fang Zheng. Perhaps someone had ordered them, so they just looked at him and turned around and let him in.

Fang Zheng was anxiously stuck his head in and explored, and then sneaked in like a thief. In fact, he imagined like those handsome young men in the world, shaking the folding fan and walking into the woman's boudoir, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a sense of humility as he was "little boy" and "human".

Unfortunately, Fang Zheng couldn't do it. He knew that the police uncle would not come to check the rounds, but he was still quite guilty. As mentioned earlier, when visiting the kiln, the eldest young master Fang said that he was doing bad things, and he had to have the awareness and attitude of doing bad things. At this time, it was more appropriate to be thugs than to swagger.

This is the first time Fang Zheng has entered the boudoir of an ancient woman. He is a little shy and expectant. This kind of mentality is hard to describe, just like a woman who is waiting for her husband to enter the bridal chamber when she is newlywed. - Hey, aren’t it like this for gentlemen?

There was no one in the house, and the boudoir was arranged very simply, beyond Fang Zheng's expectations. He thought that a woman like Yanran, who was sought after by everyone, her boudoir must be extremely exquisite and luxurious, such as Indian spices, Central Asian gems, African ivory, Persian carpets, etc., and even toilets were made of pure gold, which made her famous as the capital.

But Fang Zheng didn't expect that there was only an eight-edged mahogany embroidered bench, a coffee table, a red sandalwood bed, and a furnace of sandalwood burned on the coffee table. There was nothing else except that. A letter hung on the wall with "%￥——?" (cursive script, Fang Dacai didn't know it.). Those who knew it said it was a woman's boudoir, and those who didn't know it thought it was a communication room of a small organization.

I didn’t see a toilet made of pure gold. I lived in such a single room. Where did she use the toilet? It was so puzzling. Looking at the simple decorations in the room, Fang Zheng couldn’t help but sigh: “This girl must be quite short of money.”

"Puchi," Miss Yanran emerged from somewhere and laughed behind Fang Zheng: "This young master is really amazing. I never expected that the young master would like to say this to my boudoir." Her voice was like a yellow oriole's first cry, crisp and gentle. It turned out that her voice was so nice, and Fang Zheng thought that her not speaking in the hall might be because of a flaw in the voice.

Everyone knows that human beings cannot be perfect. God, I am wrong. Here we should be called Nuwa. Nuwa gives you something unique and will definitely make you worse than ordinary people in some aspects. For example, Zhang Xzhi, the young jade girl idol we are familiar with, is like a fairy, and is fascinated by Guanxi, who is beautiful enough? But when she opens her mouth, she has a duck voice. This is fairness. Otherwise, Guanxi would not only take photos, and she would have been on DV before. For example, Guanxi is handsome enough, right? But what he said...hehe, I won't say anymore, it's a bit off topic.

Yanran seems to be born without defects. For example, if it took her a minute to create an ordinary person when Nuwa created humans, but Yanran must have been carefully created by Nuwa for an hour. Is there still a defect in this way? At least Fang Zheng has not discovered it yet. - Maybe she can find a few of them after she took off? I guess she doesn't agree...

Fang Zheng turned around and saw that she had changed her clothes, her pink outfit had been replaced with an elegant white plain skirt, her face was light makeup, a plain face was fresh and refined, without applying makeup, which highlighted her natural beauty capital, just like a person who came out of the painting. As the saying goes, "Women should be pretty, and filial." This white plain skirt attracted the attention of men more than the pink outfit she just wore in the hall. - Use "beautiful and bubbled" to describe her as vulgar. To put it more elegantly, "beautiful and bubbled."

At this moment, she was holding a guqin in her hand and looking at Fang Zheng curiously. Her big, lively eyes were swinging up and down, with a smile in her eyes. Fang Zheng shyly twisted his body under her wanton gaze, and said in his heart: "Is it okay that her evaluation of me that is 'heat so unreasonable?'"

The scene was deserted and handsome, so handsome that he naturally had to speak to break the deadlock first. So he bowed and said, "I'm right, oh, this young master, oh, it's not right. Cough, I've seen Miss Yanran. The girl is beautiful and beautiful, and she looks like a fairy, and the country is so beautiful. I see Youli, the young man is so eager to be..." After speaking, Fang Zheng shook his head like reciting a poem, and the more he recites, the easier it is, hey, look at his literary talent!

"Puchi" Yanran covered her mouth and laughed again, saying, "Young Master is so funny, I haven't asked you about your grandma yet."

"Oh, Xiaosheng's surname is Fang, and his single name is Zheng," Fang Zheng thought for a while, and added: "You can call me Mr. Fang or my handsome guy Fang. I personally prefer the latter."

Yanran smiled and said, "I'd better call you Mr. Fang." After that, she sat on the only embroidered stool in the house with her guqin in her arms.

Fang Zheng glanced around and sighed. It's too late to start, let's stand, this girl really didn't treat me as a guest.

Yanran chuckled and said, "Why did Mr. Fang sigh?"

Fang Zheng rubbed his nose helplessly and said, "It's a last resort when I go down into the girl's boudoir. Who told me to like to show off... Well, ahem, I'm wrong, I'm talented. But at least when the customer comes, at least he should have a stool and drink a cup of hot water."

Yanran was still laughing, but a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes: "Why do men sit in a woman's boudoir? Just lie down directly?"

"Ah?" How did you say this? Fang Zheng said curiously: "You are popular here... lying down and listening to music?"

Yanran smiled and said, "Young Master, don't blame me for saying frankly, you men, how can you behave properly whenever you enter a woman's boudoir? Listening to the song, haha, it's just an excuse. Do you think there are so many talented men outside, and the staff, who use all their talents and throw away all their money, is it just to listen to Yanran playing a song?"

Yanran's smile had turned cold: "Isn't it that I like Yanran's skin, who can hold the girl Yanran, who is the best in appearance, talent, and piano skills in the capital, and holds her in her arms and is careless and careless. Even if she can't really achieve good things, she will probably make the man's face shine if she says it out loud?"

This girl is probably a misunderstanding. Is this young master like that lustful person? Fang Zheng was about to explain, and Yanran continued to sigh: "Since Yanran is trapped in a place of dust and fireworks, she has known that such a day will be there. Mr. Fang, you and I have met by chance. If you offend me just now, please don't bother with the little girl."

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Yanran, I just asked the girl for a stool and a cup of hot water to drink. I have never mentioned any unfair requests, right? I didn't expect to make you so disgusted. Can't I sit still if I don't?"

Yanran widened her eyes and said, "You... are really just to listen to the song?"

"It's not for listening to the song. Actually, I can't understand it at all. You can't play it. Just think I'm just visiting the family. Is it okay? I'll leave, I'll take a break and say goodbye." The girl couldn't afford to offend, so she left. Fang Zheng bowed her hand randomly, ready to flee.

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Chapter completed!