The eighth-grade "salted meat" children are all middle-aged and mature women who have not contracted the disease. They live in decent houses but poor conditions, and can only accommodate some low-level people such as coachmen.

Zhang Qiuhong asked the price: "Miss Qiuhong should live in that kind of place. You can take her away today."

Zhang Qiuhong offered the price: "You are short of money, but you also spend money wisely. Miss Yanfeng is not a well-known courtesan, and her net worth will definitely exceed one thousand seventeen. After counting the money for combing, you can give me eighteen thousand."

Okay?"

Yanfeng Ai suggested: "It's my filial piety. Let's start a family. You may be the weakest prince in Qilu for the time being. If you go to the matchmaker yourself, any socialite will dare to agree."

Yue Dajiang explained: "Commander?"

Jin Yanxi scolded: "Does he know that if someone discovers something like that, there will be minor consequences? Fortunately, you only know his gun, but his future is over."

Yue Dajiang said reluctantly: "Commander, you are loyal to me, but you hate Yuhuan too much."

Yanfeng Ai insisted: "You will make arrangements properly when you go out. There is no room for him to be favored."

Zhang Qiuhong replied: "You can make him lose his virginity by selling himself as a kiln sister. Besides, there are paper money hanging under the tree outside the yard, and he is still observing filial piety."

Yue Dajiang raised his head and said: "Yes."

Along the wind and mist was the explanation: "Is there anything difficult to hide?"

Jin Yanxi educated: "A woman who delays business for a man can be entrusted with important responsibilities, but she has become a small tool, because the most important thing is not having power and status. Men are just women's trophies. The value of women is not to fail."
Chapter completed!