"You sit down and try it?"

"You can really sit? You won't get rid of it if you sit too much, right?"

Zhao Lingling rolled her eyes and said in a vocal voice: "It can't be broken if you sit down. The boss said that this sofa can last for ten years and will not be broken."

Wei Xiucai got Zhao Lingling's affirmation and then he plucked up his courage and said, "Then I'll sit on it!"

He slowly sat on the sofa cushion, and finally his butt fell into the sofa. As his butt sank, he became extremely surprised and opened his eyes as big as an egg.

When Zhao Lingling saw him, she smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth and asked, "Young Master Wei, how do you feel?"

Wei Zhanchen took a deep breath and said loudly: "Comfortable! Comfortable!"

"It's so comfortable. I feel like everything in my body is surrounded by soft things, so comfortable that I can't say. I've never sat so comfortable!"

"Even if you are in your arms, you are not so comfortable!"

Zhao Lingling rolled her eyes at Wei Zhanchen and cursed: "How can soft jade be less comfortable than this soft chair in her arms? You Mr. Wei is talking nonsense!"

Wei Zhanchen was sitting in such a comfortable soft chair and suddenly became bolder. He saw a soft stool in front of the sofa, so he casually put the tripod on it.

Now, he felt even more like he was trapped in the sofa.

"Why did I suddenly feel weak all over and want to go to bed?"

Zhao Ling sat on another sofa next to him with aura and said, "You have no conscience, you want to sleep when you see me."

Wei Zhanchen smiled bitterly and said, "Lingling, you are an immortal who sells skills but not your body. Even if I don't want to sleep, we have nothing to do."

Zhao Ling said spiritually: "You came to me to sleep?"

Wei Zhanchen crawled out of the sofa helplessly, sat upright on the sofa, and said, "I miss you yesterday and wrote a poem. I'll read it for you."

Zhao Lingling immediately became happy and said, "Read it to me."

"Thirty-two years of wasted roads, and the dreamer was confused all his life. He was the last place on the gold list, so how dare he break the clouds and steal the fragrance and tenderness?"

"However, the fireworks in Yangcheng are abundant, so I can avoid my face and body and my voice. Once I see the rouge, I can't help but sit in a dry place and I don't know how cold the food is."

After reading this poem by himself, Wei Zhanchen looked at Zhao Lingling expectantly and asked, "Lingling, how about it?"

Zhao Lingling's face was filled with joy and said, "Put it on oil..."

Wei Zhanchen said loudly: "I knew it was just a limerick!"

Zhao Lingling laughed and continued, "How come the gentleman who is a limerick can make such wonderful quatrains? Could it be that they copied somewhere?"

Wei Zhanchen asked blankly: "What exactly?"

Zhao Lingling said loudly: "It's wonderfully written!"

Wei Zhanchen's face turned red with excitement, and he happily lay on the back of the sofa, and then fell into the sofa.

Zhao Lingling smiled and said, "I will take the pipa and use the 'concentric tune' to sing the poem you wrote for you."

Wei Zhanchen said happily: "Extremely wonderful!"

Zhao Lingling then went to get the pipa. Who is Zhao Lingling? The top character of the pipa in Xianglou and said that she was the rich man who made an appointment to chat with her. The pipa was played in a bunch of flowers.

While playing the pipa, Zhao Lingling took her eyes to discharge Wei Zhanchen on the sofa.

"Thirty-two years of wasted roads, and the dreamer was confused for a lifetime."

...

"Once I peeked at the moment, I couldn't tell the cold food when I sat down."

Wei Zhanchen looked at Zhao Lingling's phoenix eyes and felt that this woman was so electric that she was so weak that she was so weak that she was exposed.

Sighing, Wei Zhanchen said, "The fragrance is soft and soft couch, the pearls and jade face, the swaying pipa, singing the wind and singing the moon. Life is like this, what else can you ask for?"

Zhao Lingling smiled and said, "Since it's so beautiful, why should the young master sigh?"

Wei Zhanchen said angrily: "It's a pity that Lingling, you don't sell yourself, so we can only have a good friend. If you want to help you redeem yourself, the boss extorted me and offered a sky-high price of 1,500 taels."

Zhao Lingling covered her mouth and smiled, as if she was mocking Wei Zhanchen's silence.

If Zhao Lingling could be redeemed for just a few hundred taels of silver, Zhao Lingling would have been redeemed long ago with Zhao Lingling's popularity.

Wei Zhanchen suddenly bounced off the sofa.

Zhao Lingling asked, "Young Master is leaving?"

Wei Zhanchen said: "I'll buy this spring soft chair. It seems that the store is open next door, right? Although I can't kiss the Lingling girl's beauty, I still have some money to spend some money to buy a soft chair and go home to enjoy it."

Zhao Ling angrily said, "Young Master, don't talk to me more!"

Wei Zhanchen said seriously: "Go to buy a spring soft chair early. This thing is so magical. I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it if I go too late. No matter what, I want to buy two of them at home, so that my friends can come to me to chat with you at home!"

Zhao Lingling knew that she could not keep Wei Zhanchen anymore.

Like Wei Zhanchen, who knew the benefits of spring soft chairs, was eager to buy them. There were already four of them in the past two days. It seems that the comfort of this spring soft chair is more important than chatting with her, the top brand of the stolen Xianglou.

Zhao Lingling made a blessing and said, "Young Master Wei, walk slowly!"

...

Wei Zhanchen left the stolen Xianglou and headed straight to the "Qin's Soft Sofa Chair" next door.

There were already many people around the store, standing in groups of three or five. However, there were only six spring soft chairs left in the store, four of which were wrapped in red cloth by the store, probably ready for the person who had already ordered the order. The remaining two were placed in the main hall, and a group of people gathered around the two soft chairs and took turns to try sitting.

"Comfortable! It's really comfortable!"

A scholar wearing a sachet sat on the sofa, breathed a long sigh of relief, and exclaimed sincerely.

He moved back and forth on the sofa, exclaiming a "tsk tsk" and said, "To be honest, I have never sat so comfortable before!"

Then he put his feet on the soft sponge stool, and his whole body was trapped in the sofa spring, and a long sigh of praise: "It's too soft!"

He lingered on the sofa for dozens of breaths before he reluctantly climbed down from the sofa.

A young man in a beautiful dress next to him rushed to sit down.

The young man sat on the sofa with his eyes glaring.

"Why is it so soft?"

"Scaring soft!"

"Comfortable!"

He also learned from the scholar just now, lifted his feet up and placed them on the sponge stool on the foot pad, enjoying the comfort of being supported by sea springs.

"What a god! This is really enjoyment."

The young man shook his head and exclaimed: "Have I ever sat so comfortable?"

"How grand is it to be used to entertain guests with such a spring soft chair? Compared with the soft chair, the carved rosewood wooden chair in my main hall is a torture instrument. That chair is sold for thirty taels per person!"
Chapter completed!