The Villainess Won’t Let the Main Leads Break Up!

The shaken Shen Wanqing yawned, and when he looked up, he found that everyone around him was looking brightly at this side. Especially the oiran dancing in front, staring at herself fiercely with her eyes wide open, as if someone had stolen her home food.

Shen Wanqing:...

Under what circumstances, is it such a serious matter to doze off in a brothel?

"You girl, why are you not clever at all." In the end, the old bustard smiled and walked forward, holding Shen Wanqing's hand, and leading her forward. "That official paid a high price for you to serve. But the great blessing, why are you still sitting here stupidly."

Shen Wanqing understood.

Oh, that should be Xie Wuyan.

"Here, right there, go quickly." After taking the person to the place, the old bustard gently pushed his sinking back.

She looked up and saw no figure of Xie Wuyan.

I only saw a man with disheveled clothes, who had deliberately torn the front of his clothes to pretend that he looked like a romantic and domineering young master, and exuded a "I am rich" temperament from all over his body.

And this arrogant and domineering young master was lying on the soft, holding a glass of wine in his hand. He raised his eyebrows as if he was very handsome, and deliberately pressed his throat and said: "Woman, come to me."

What is this wonderful tone?

…Shen Wanqing felt that she was dreaming.

She took a deep breath, folded her fists in both hands and bowed: "I'm sorry to disturb you."

Then he turned around and slipped back to where he was just now and sat down, leaving only the romantic young master and the old bustard looking at each other.

The old bustard encountered this epic difficulty for the first time in her career. She apologized again and again, then quickly turned back to Shen Wanqing, and dragged her toward the overbearing young master: "You girl, you are so bold, officials can think of you. It's your blessing, hurry up."

Shen Wanqing held the table and refused to move, trying to struggle: "Otherwise, let him choose again. Shopping must be cautious and not impulsive consumption."

"Six hundred taels."

The overbearing young master increased the price, raised his eyes and said: "Woman, are you satisfied now?"

Shen Wanqing's scalp is numb, and she has a strong post-traumatic stress response to the word "woman".

In which novel is this overbearing young master actor?

She swept around.

It was discovered that He Fangshi didn't know when he was here, but obviously he couldn't count on it at all, sitting in a pile of women with melon seeds in his hand, knocking while watching the show.

Shen Wanqing was ashamed and tried to discuss: "Or else would you think about it again?"

"Seven hundred taels." The overbearing young master looked like he was not short of money, shook the half glass of wine in his hand, and said slowly, "It's enough to stop. The trick of trying to catch it is enough to play once."

God wants to capture it.

…What are the brain circuits of these wealthy people?

At this moment, a small noise came from the door, accompanied by a few whispers from the woman. He Fangshi took a look, immediately put down the melon seeds in his hand, and greeted him in the direction of the door.

When Shen Wanqing looked at it, tears burst into his eyes.

It's him! Xie Wuyan!

The light of righteous way Xie Wuyan!

Right now, Xie Wuyan, the light of righteous way, walked in with a stinking face, dressed in a different dress, all gold, silver and jade, and exaggerated patterns embroidered on the brocade robe.

Acting must be dedicated.

So early in the morning, Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing took Xie Wuyan to choose new clothes, and carefully selected a set of very tacky outfits according to the "Young Master Huahua" character.

If this suit is worn on someone else, it will obviously make people feel rustic, like the kind of unsophisticated businessman trying to show off his wealth.

But when he put it on Xie Wuyan, he immediately seemed to be full of extravagance.

However, it can be seen that Xie Wuyan is very dissatisfied with the dress that challenges the aesthetic bottom line, and is full of impatience.

He Fangshi whispered a few words to him, as if talking about the current situation, Xie Wuyan frowned, raised his eyes, and looked in her direction.

Shen Wanqing was almost moved to tears, and turned to Xie Wuyan with a look for help.

The two looked at each other "affectionately".

So, Xie Wuyan turned around to find a place under her gaze, and started drinking tea.

…That's it?

Don't you spend a lot of money and become an arrogant beauty?

Or did you not bring enough money?

"Stop tossing, go and serve this official." The old bustard pulled her up from the chair, "If you offend someone, be careful not to lose your head."

Shen Wanqing turned his head and glanced at Xie Wuyan.

As soon as he sat down, Yingyingyanyan surrounded him.

After all, with his face, even if he is a beggar, there are girls who are willing to post it to show good, let alone dress up like a rich man.

Xie Wuyan didn't raise his eyes, rubbing the teacup with his fingertips, the emotions in his eyes were not turbulent.

Shen Wanqing also has a temper.

Isn't it just acting as a coquettish bitch? Who is afraid of who, and also netted 700 taels in one night. If this overbearing young master does something to himself, he can still stun others with a stunned head.

There is no future in expecting the wicked.

Men are big trotters.

So she was so angry that she thrust her waist in, got up, patted her skirt, adjusted her hair, and then put out a sweet girl with a standard smile, and walked in the direction of the overbearing young master.

The overbearing young master showed a "sure enough" expression, put down the wine glass in his hand, and raised his hand to clasp Shen Wanqing's waist.

However, only half of his hand was probed, and he was interrupted by Dao's cold voice.

"Eight hundred taels."

Xie Wuyan's eyes were full of oppression. He looked at Shen Wanqing and said, "Come here."

Although I don't know the reason, it seems that this ancestor is not ready to hang up and watch the movie next to him.

Shen Wanqing felt very relieved. Just about to take his legs and walk towards him, he heard the overbearing young master next to him raise the price as if he was not convinced: "Nine hundred taels."

The overbearing young master not only increased the price, but also made a very arrogant statement: "I advise you not to try to grab things from my hands. There are no people in this city that I can't afford."

It can be seen that this young master does have some background, and as soon as this is said, someone around him applauds.

"..." It's over.

Shen Wanqing was a little worried.

What if Xie Wuyan really didn't bring enough money.

Xie Wuyan: "One thousand taels."

"You!" The overbearing young master shot the case, he snorted, and then said, "There are people who are so courageous. If this is the case, then I will—"

"boom."

Xie Wuyan smashed the teacup abruptly.

One of the fragments exploded and wiped the man's cheek quickly, cutting a scar and leaking a few drops of blood.

Most of the fragments were embedded upright on the surrounding pillars, half of them submerged.

The people around suddenly fell silent.

Xie Wuyan stood up and walked in the direction of the person. When his robe walked, he brushed the utensils on the table, and there was a ding ding bang.

He didn't smile, he didn't have any expression on his face, and he didn't even talk nonsense, as if he was tired of spending more words.

Xie Wuyan just stopped in front of the overbearing young master, pulled Shen Wanqing behind him, then raised his hand to clasp his neck and pressed it neatly on the table.

Everything on the table was shaken to the ground.

"You! Bold and bold! Do you know who my father is!" The overbearing young master fluttered and struggled like a bastard.

Xie Wuyan raised his hand.

The air condenses into water vapor at the fingertips, and then condenses into a sharp cone of ice.

In the next second, the ice cone almost rubbed the eyelashes of the overbearing young master and nailed it into the table fiercely.

"Are you still bidding?" Xie Wuyan asked.

Domineering young master: "Hey, no more."

Xie Wuyan let go of his hand, then looked at Shen Wanqing, and turned to leave: "Keep up."

Shen Wanqing: "..." Your way of competing is really simple and rude.

He Fangshi was dumbfounded, Guazi was not in the mood to squat, he pondered for a moment, and euphemistically said: "I think the two of you are not very dedicated in this play."

Shen Wanqing thinks so too.

So she whispered to Xie Wuyan a suggestion: "Yes, oh yeah, a professional prostitute wouldn't be so swift and swift, and the spells can be skilled in threatening people."

Such monsters might slip away when they see Xie Wuyan's face, so how could they be able to wait until they come to kill.

Xie Wuyan glanced at her: "Indeed, a professional oiran will not doze off in troubled waters when he is on stage."

Shen Wanqing: "...Okay, this story is over. You are really a professional prostitute."

Xie Wuyan: "Thank you, Miss Shen is also a professional oiran."

He Fangshi: "..."

You are really professional.

When leading the person back to the room, the old bustard also mysteriously pulled Shen Wanqing away, stuffed her with a pot of plaster, and then said: "When doing that, use some of this first to avoid injury. The official just saw it. It's not easy to provoke. Don't be as rash as you were just now. If you irritate him, you can't eat it."

After speaking, he showed a smile that seemed to hide his merit and fame, and turned and left.

Shen Wanqing looked at the jar of plaster that was unsuitable for children, feeling like hot yam.

Why do you want to tell her this? Jinjiang Literature is not allowed to broadcast this content.

She was silent for a while, and was about to find a place to secretly throw this thing away, when she suddenly heard Xie Wuyan's voice coming from behind: "What are you holding?"

Shen Wanqing was so frightened that he almost threw it out.

So she hurriedly hid the thing behind her, secretly put it in her pocket, and pretended to be calm: "Moisturizer, to keep the skin supple, anti-aging and beautifying."

Xie Wuyan glanced at her suspiciously, but didn't ask more: "Don't come in?"

Shen Wanqing slipped in quickly.

The interior of the house is very ambiguous, with overwhelming light gauze and red, the whole house smells of incense, and the wind chimes hanging around are clinking.

And I don't know if it's fun, or the soundproofing is not good, and even the laughter and anger in the next room can be faintly heard.

… More embarrassing than imagined.

Xie Wuyan leaned on the bed as if he hadn't heard, raised his arms to rest his head, leaned on the head of the bed and didn't lie down completely. He patted the pillow beside her and glanced at her: "Please?"

Shen Wanqing: "...Thank you for not being sleepy."

But just like that, a sachet rolled out from under the pillow.

Xie Wuyan paused, picked up the things, and examined them carefully.

The smell is a bit irritating.

Shen Wanqing glanced intently, the alarm bell rang out, and rushed to Xie Wuyan, and stretched out his hand to grab it: "Wait, wait! This can't be taken!"

Xie Wuyan raised his hand, and Shen Wanqing rushed into the air, and swooped on him.

The sachet was stuffed under the pillow for a day, and even the bunk was full of scent, which made the tip of the nose astringent.

Xie Wuyan threw the sachet in his hand, put his arms on his knees, and asked lightly, "Why can't you take it?"

Shen Wanqing was silent for a while, straightened up, took a deep look at Xie Wuyan, then took two steps back and poured him a cup of tea: "You drink tea first, I'll go out for a walk."

However, as soon as he turned around, he was caught by Xie Wuyan's long arms, clasped his waist and caught him back.

Shen Wanqing's back was pressed against his chest, a little hot.

"Hidden what?"

Xie Wuyan's laugh was low, with a little magnetism, "Tell me, what medicine is in it?"

Shen Wanqing pretended to be calm: "Sleeping pills."