"Viwei..." Yun Mohan softened his tone and grabbed Cen Yuwei's hand as if he was pleased.

But Cen Yuwei, who was angry, only gave him a cold face.

It’s useless to act rashly!

Seeing that she was angry and ignored her, Yun Mohan said disgusted again: "I just saw that you are too familiar with everything in this flower building, and I feel depressed. You... If you really like it, then like it, I just don't say anything..."

The suddenly depressed person not only has a weak head, but his tone is also soft and powerless, and he is full of grievances.

Cen Yuwei suspected that his excessively pitiful appearance was used to gain sympathy, but looking at his appearance, she unconsciously softened her tone: "It's just that I've seen it, I haven't liked it, you're thinking too much."

The eyes of those who got the explanation lit up instantly.

But when he spoke, he chose to conservatively test: "Really? But since you don't like it, why do you come often?"

"Come with your friends." Cen Yuwei replied casually, "Besides, I don't like it or hate it. It's great to go to a lake with the flower boat, have two drinks, and then watch the song and dance and listen to the song."

She really didn't like these fireworks places very much. Most of the people who attract customers in these places were Hua Niang, and she had no special hobbies, so she naturally only had an appreciation for their beauty and talent.

As for the young man, it seems to be even more incompatible with her.

It is not rejected such a place, but singing and dancing always reflects the peace and happiness.

If wars occur frequently and people are living in poverty, how many people can still enjoy themselves safely?

So when the war was resting in the past, she was always willing to go to the flower boat with her soldiers to have a few drinks.

Yun Mohan didn't understand her mentality, so he could only guess a little of her feelings from her plain tone.

Seeing that she really didn't like it, he couldn't help but relax for a moment.

But seeing that there seemed to be nostalgia between her eyebrows, he suddenly felt a little nervous: "What friends do you like to come to the fireworks place? Why don't I know?"

"You don't even know your own affairs, how can you know mine?" Cen Yuwei only chuckled and did not answer directly.

She didn't seem to want to tell him about her past.

Aware of her thoughts, a little dark color appeared in Yun Mohan's eyes.

But before he could figure out how to ask, the door of the Yashi room suddenly got knocked.

"Are the guest here? I am here to sing songs for the guests."

"Okay, when people are here, hurry up and focus on the main business."

After a hurried instructing Yun Mohan, Cen Yuwei adjusted her tone and sang to the outside world: "Come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful beauty holding a pipa came in slowly.

The beauty's lotus steps lightly, and a gust of fragrant wind blew into her face.

But the fragrance is elegant and not very similar to the fragrance most flower girls like to use.

After gently sniffing the fragrance in the air, Cen Yuwei looked at the beauty with a smile: "I heard that Miss Mengge was following Miss Qinghuan and played the pipa well. I wonder... Can the girl give her the next chance to see her?"

"Young Master is so serious. I am just a fair woman. It is an honor to be able to play some songs to please the guests. How can I talk about 'information'?"

She seemed to be deliberately avoiding Qinghuan. After answering Cen Yuwei's second sentence, she gently fiddled with the pipa: "I see that the young master is so majestic. Suddenly I remembered a minor tune she wrote last year. Why not just play that song for the young master?"
Chapter completed!