Could it be that fat man values ​​sex over friends, and when he has a wife, he forgets her brother?!

But as far as she knows, Fatty is not such a person!

The servant was very careful with his expression and smiled embarrassedly: "San Young Master, if you have anything to say, the younger one can convey it on his behalf..."

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "No need... you don't need to tell him that I've been here!!"

"yes!"

The servant responded stammeringly and bowed to send Ling Luoyu away.

Ling Luoyu's thoughts were all on Feng Chenglin and he absent-mindedly walked into Jude Teahouse.

Chashui Xiaoer greeted him with a smile: "San Master, Er Ye is waiting for you in the No. 7 room upstairs..."

Ling Luoyu responded with his eyes down, carried his clothes upstairs, and pushed open the door of the No. 7 room.

"Second uncle..."

"ah!"

A woman's scream came, which made Ling Luoyu feel shocked and raised his eyes.

A gorgeous woman was tidying up her clothes, and in a hurry, she was half exposed somewhere.

On the brocade couch behind her, a man lay lazily there, looking at him with a seductive look, calm and composed.

It seems that Ling Luoyu is a good thing that is hitting the two of them.

Now, he held his forehead with his hands to cover his eyes.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong room... Two of you continue, continue..."

The moment the door was closed, Ling Luoyu couldn't help but look at the man curiously again.

His long hair was loose and untied, hanging down from the brocade bed, and his water-blue satin robe was pressing under his body casually.

Her skin is fair and tender, almost pale, with silver eyebrows as frost, black eyes as stars, and the sexy thin lips under her nose are stained with a faint rosy look.

Such a man has a luxurious feeling all over his body.

As for the woman, she looked pretty good, but the powdery smell was very strong. Even though she had a golden hairpin, jade hairpin and peony silk skirt, she could not hide her vulgarity.

How could such a fresh and refined man hook up with such a vulgar fan?!

The moment the door closed, the corners of the man's lips faded out of the playful thought.

"It's interesting!"

The woman was still panicking and tidying up her clothes: "What's the point?"

"Stay calm and calm, calm and calm, calm and gentle! Interesting... Interesting!"

The man's fingertips were gently curled, and a flash of light faded out of the black eyes, surrounding the woman's wrist.

"The people are gone, what other clothes are you wearing? Let's continue..."

Ling Luoyu took three steps back and looked up at the private hall.

No. 6.

She just focused on thinking about Feng Chenglin's affairs just now, so she didn't look up at the number, but thought that the door was almost opened and entered.

Walking towards Room No. 7 on one side, Ling Luoyu's eyes sank and suddenly looked at No. 6.

"Are you mistaken?! You guys don't even have the door latch that falls off when doing things in broad daylight?"

As she mumbled, she pushed the door open and entered.

This time she was a little cautious.

When he saw Ling Yunxi standing in front of the window with his hands on his back, he opened the door wide.

"Second uncle..."

"Shh!" Ling Yunxi suddenly thrust his lips and called Ling Luoyu forward: "Yu'er, look at this..."

In the southwest corner of the teahouse, a group of beggars were gathering together, basking in the sun leisurely.

"What's wrong?"

"They are not beggars!"

Ling Luoyu looked at him and soon discovered the clues.

These beggars were naked and exposed, dirty and black, but under their inadvertently exposed neck, they were clean and fair.

"I often walk in the capital, and beggars of all sizes, basically know them... but these people are innocent!"

Ling Yun looked at Ling Luoyu with a side look and lowered his voice.

"Are they coming for us?!"
Chapter completed!