The Group’s Favorite Cute Baby is One and a Half Years Old

Chapter 796, The Beautiful Madam

 “Madam, you’d better sit down and drink tea.”

Sister Ying curled her lips, "No, I want to see the beauty."

This was the first time she saw a madam, such a young and beautiful one.

The old bustard couldn't tell where he was from. His face was a bit exotic and oriental. If you look closely, he should be of mixed race.

Just look at the thin waist, long legs, deep eye sockets, fan-like eyelashes, and a very tall nose.

Especially the bright red dress that suits her temperament, it is bright and dazzling.

 The fiery red skirt swayed as she walked.

Although it was daytime, she did not wear a veil on her face. Instead, she pinned the red veil on her head and let it hang down, making her look even more charming.

Judging by her age, this madam should be in her twenties. As soon as she entered the theater, everyone in the store focused their attention on her, and some men were fascinated by her.

 Including Sister Ying and Jing Han, they were all fascinated, staring straight at her face.

Jing Shirong and Murong Yun turned around to look at their wives, but they couldn't even see her.

Because the nymphomaniac expressions on their faces were exactly the same as those of the men around them, and they almost took their eyes off them.

Sister Yang even suggested, "How about we go to a brothel for a drink at night?"

Jing Shirong and Murong Yun both glared at her, "What are you drinking, kid?"

 No, what kind of brothel do children go to?

Sister Ying and Jing Han came over together, locked their little fingers, and said coquettishly, "Actually, we also want to go. It doesn't matter if we don't drink. Can we just look at the beauties?"

Jing Shirong glared at her, "Don't even think about it!"

 With a big belly, it is simply impossible to think of going to a brothel to see a flower girl.

Sister Ying crossed her fingers and said, "We can book a private room."

 All the romantic affairs in the book come from brothels. Many people are very curious about brothels, and Sister Ying is naturally curious too.

 Including Jinghan and Sister Yang, they all wanted to see it.

Jing Shirong naturally could not agree to their going.

Let them take one more look at the madam and prepare to take them back.

By chance, the madam also came up from the stairs. I don’t know whether she came to listen to a play or to drink tea.

The men in the store saw her slender figure walking up, stretching her neck towards the stairs, and their eyes were almost glued to her body.

Someone whispered, "Old Hutou is right. This madam is really beautiful. I almost want to marry her."

His friends said to him, "Are you crazy? If you marry a madam, are you afraid of having your mother's legs broken?"

The man laughed and said, "It was love at first sight." For a woman he suddenly fell in love with, he just wanted to marry her and take her home.

 The other men laughed when they heard this. Tell him to stop dreaming, "How many men want to have a one-night affair with Lady Yuan, but they have all been rejected. You'd better save it."

The man was unconvinced after hearing this, "If martial arts is not good, I can use literary skills. If not, I can use my sincerity to impress him."

 The other men laughed loudly when they heard this, "Excuse me, you are the only one who can read? You can read all the books."

Everyone threw their heads back and laughed, laughing at him for being too conceited.

Ms. Yuan glanced at them with her beautiful eyes, didn't take them seriously, and went directly to sit in the private room.

 Everyone was curious, "Is she here to listen to a book? Or is she here to wait for someone?"

“You should be waiting for someone, right?”

 You can’t come here to listen to a book alone?

Sister Ying tapped Jing Shirong's arm with her finger, "What do you think she is here for?"

Jing Shirong glanced at the private room and said bluntly, "I don't know."

Sister Ying glanced at him, "Didn't you do this before? Why didn't you know about it?"

Jing Shirong. "What did I do?" He said it like he was a pervert.

Sister Ying whispered, "Detective, didn't you specialize in helping His Majesty investigate cases and punish corrupt officials?" Jing Shirong. The detective was just a detective, and he said it as if he used to peek at good women from good families.

Sister Ying chuckled and said, "Aren't they all the same?"

 When investigating a case, you are not allowed to peek at people all the time. Sometimes you have to follow people, right?

Jing Shirong's mouth twitched, "That's different. Our starting point for peeking is to handle cases, not to be gangsters."

Sister Ying laughed and apologized, "Yes, yes, it's my fault."

 “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore, sit down and listen to the show.”

 The old Hutou, the storyteller, watched the excitement for a while and still remembered his professional ethics. He immediately coughed and started telling other stories.

 Everyone watched the excitement for a while, then continued to sit back, drinking tea and listening to stories.

Jing Shirong, on the other hand, paid attention to the madam named Mrs. Yuan.

Sister Ying saw his actions and asked him in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with that beautiful young lady?"

Jing Shirong lowered his head to her ear, "It's hard to say."

Perhaps it was because of his feelings, Jing Shirong always felt that the woman was not simple.

 In this kind of area where several countries meet, there is a mixture of good and bad, and everyone is there.

Jing Shirong, out of his instinct as an official, always felt that there was something wrong with Mrs. Yuan.

The other person was drinking tea in the private room, seeming to feel his realization, and looked at him with his beautiful black eyes.

Jing Shirong didn’t look at her too much. She turned around and continued to hold Sister Ying in her arms, pretending that it didn’t happen.

 After a while, another woman came upstairs and went straight to Mrs. Yuan's private room.

Sister Ying took a sneak peek and saw that the woman's appearance was covered by a gauze scarf, but she could tell that she still had a good figure.

Ever since her belly grew bigger and her figure began to become rounder, she began to envy her slender and brisk figure, which made her feel like she could run and jump.

Unlike her, now in the third trimester of pregnancy, she has started to have a little edema. Although her skin is white and tender, her feet are swollen, like a small white-faced steamed bun, with a pit when pressed.

 That’s why she is particularly envious now that he is as light as a swallow.

Jing Shirong saw the envy on her face and couldn't help crying or laughing. He lowered his head and kissed her, "Don't look at it. It will be fine after you give birth."

Sister Ying didn’t believe it, “How long will it take?”

 You can’t confine yourself after giving birth?

 You are not allowed to eat mellow food during confinement? When the time comes, you will become a ball if you eat fat, and how can you still be as light as a swallow?

Jing Shirong saw how angry she was, her white and tender face bulging like a cute little bunny, "Okay, what are you going to do so lightly? I can hold you even if you are a fat ball."

Sister Ying.

 Why do I feel that this remark does not move me at all, but I want to punch people instead.

Jing Shirong realized that he had said something wrong and quickly made up for it, "I mean, as long as it's you, I like you, whether you're fat or not. I also like balls."

Sister Ying, why do you get more and more angry the more you listen to me?

 “You said I’m a ball?”

Jing Shirong chuckled, "No, no, no, I said our children are the ball, and you are not the ball."

Sister Ying. “If you can’t speak, don’t speak.”

Jing Shirong said, "Okay." He looked like he was mistaken.

 The veiled woman in the private room heard it and said coldly, "A man's ghost, his deceitful mouth."

They like anyone who is fat or not. If they are really fat, they will be the first to go out and find other women who are as light as a swallow.

Seeing that she was so resentful, Mrs. Yuan asked her to calm down and asked, "Have you dealt with that matter?"

 (End of this chapter)