big master, big liar

"Why don't we talk about the price?"

Wen Chaoyan was not surprised by these words: "There is no such thing as a free lunch, sir."

Song Xuan's mind turned a few times, his eyes fell on Wen Chaoyan's face once, and then somewhere in mid-air, and he opened his mouth after a while.

"I think the girl should have sensed it too. I originally wanted to ask brother Ling for help." Song Xuan spoke slowly, as if he was afraid that Wen Chaoyan could not hear clearly. "But now it seems that girls are more valuable to me."

Seeing Song Xuan's appearance, Bali wished he could draw a knife and cut this old and cunning bastard into a bald man.

Wen Chaoyan stopped Bali: "What do you mean, sir?"

"If the girl is willing to cooperate with me and come and go often, then Song will guarantee this matter and ensure that no one will find out about the girl."

"Cooperate with Mr. Song? Then you have to let me know, what does Mr. Song want me to do?" Wen Chaoyan's hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and her fingers, like snow onions, were closed one by one, looking more and more dangerous.

"It depends on God's will," Song Xuan said without any fear. "If the weather is calm, I will only ask the girl to help me find out the news. If I encounter difficulties in the future, I will have to ask the girl to help me with some effort—"

"Of course, the reward will naturally not miss the girl, it's all in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes. In the future, if I can provide convenience for the girl, it is naturally obligatory."

Song Xuan played tricks.

With Wen Chaoyan's power, he was naturally drawn in for Ji Yunxi.

But if this group of people were to work hard with the emperor, then the matter would be much more complicated, and it could be regarded as gathering the court eagles and dogs, and it was unknown how many twists and turns would arise.

But if it's just a covenant between Song Xuan and Wen Chaoyan, with his quack habits and unlike a national teacher, these people would easily agree to it.

"What do you think, girl?" Song Xuan asked.

Wen Chaoyan really hesitated.

She blinked, and suddenly said: "I can promise you, but I have three conditions."

"Girl, please speak."

"First, you and I are a quack covenant, and I admit to doing some private things, but I must not hurt the world."

"it is good."

"Secondly, you must keep this matter secret and never let my brother know."

"it is good."

"Third," Wen Chaoyan paused, a hint of mockery appeared in his indifferent eyes. "You want to marry me."

Song Xuan froze on the spot.

Bali jumped three feet high: "What?????"

Song Xuan didn't expect that Miss Wen would be so heroic, and was caught off guard for a moment: "...What do you mean, Miss?"

"I want you to marry me," Wen Chaoyan raised his chin. "Mr. Song, I heard that you are in your twenties this year, and you don't have a wife in your house. It's okay to live with me, right?"

Speaking of this, the corners of her mouth curled up: "If you become my husband, it is only natural for me to help you a little bit."

"This……"

Song Xuan thought of someone's dark eyes, and smiled wryly: "I'm afraid it won't work."

Wen Chaoyan wasn't angry either, she just raised her eyebrows: "Why not?"

"Although Song has no wife, he has a lover." Song Xuan said. "If I marry Miss Wen and come in, I'm afraid he will be unhappy."

"It's okay if I don't have sex with you?" Wen Chaoyan spoke in a very generous way. "Honestly speaking, Mr. Song is a man of talent and kindred spirit. I am willing to marry you. But if you have someone in your heart, you and I don't have to be intimate. I'm just a display, and that's fine."

"I'm really fed up with the gossip of those fools at home. If I marry a country's national teacher, I think they won't have any nonsense, and it will be much more convenient for me to do things outside." Wen Chaoyan looked very rational, and told Song Xuan analysis. "Mr. Song has not married his lover for a long time. Thinking about it, there is something hard to say. Marry me and go back to make a display. Isn't it a win-win for you and me?"

"The girl is right," Song Xuan glanced at the closed door, and sighed with a smile. "It's just that my sweetheart is very stingy, I'm afraid I'll be jealous."

"He's jealous, and I can't stop him."

Wen Chaoyan couldn't help being taken aback, and asked in confusion, "Who is Mr.'s sweetheart? How strict?"

Song Xuan coughed.

"it's me."

The door was kicked open by Zhu Yang, and it was Ji Yunxi who walked in cold.

Wen Chaoyan had never met Ji Yunxi before, but saw that the person who came was a delicate and beautiful young master, so she couldn't help being taken aback, and turned to look at Song Xuan.

"It's him." Song Xuan smiled and nodded, watching Ji Yunxi squat down, untie the rope on his ankle, and asked, "When did you come?"

"I've come a long time ago, I'm afraid I'll ruin my brother's affairs." Ji Yunxi said flatly, with a bit of suppressed anger on his brows. "Who knew that my brother came here to recruit peach blossoms."

Song Xuan knew a long time ago that Ji Yunxi would definitely not let him go out alone. He was clean on the surface, but there must be someone following him secretly.

So he was not at all disturbed by Ji Yunxi's appearance.

Song Xuan signaled to Ji Yunxi to untie his tied wrist, but Ji Yunxi snorted softly and did not do anything: "Let's tie it first, I am quite comfortable seeing you like this."

Song Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Vinegar bag, didn't I agree?"

Ji Yunxi curled her lips, refused to speak, and pulled Song Xuan to go out.

"Wait a minute, Miss Wen and I haven't finished talking yet." Song Xuan quickly pushed him.

"What's there to say," Ji Yunxi said coldly, looking at Wen Chaoyan like a sharp knife. "It's just a mob. If she is obedient, let her go. If she wants to die, why do you stop her?"

Bali was furious when he heard this, and got up to rush, but was blocked by Zhu Yang with a scabbard.

Zhu Yang said with a smile: "Little brother, your kung fu is still a little short. If you change to the leader of your family, you may be able to fight with me."

Wen Chaoyan, on the other hand, was holding the sword and didn't say a word.

Song Xuan smiled wryly and said, "Miss Wen, the grape shelf in Song's house fell down, let's talk about it in the future."

Wen Chaoyan twitched the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and laughed silently.

Song Xuan was dragged by Ji Yunxi all the way to the carriage, and he was still muttering: "At least this matter is half-finalized, and I have a bit of a bottom line in my heart. It would be great if you came in later, so I can take care of you." This matter is completely..."

Ji Yunxi pressed him on the carriage seat: "Do you think I ruined your good deed?"

Song Xuan coughed: "Not really..."

"No?" Ji Yunxi looked at him indifferently, his eyes becoming more and more dangerous. "I have to teach my brother a lesson—"

Song Xuan's eyes widened, watching Ji Yunxi getting closer and closer to him, but because his hands were tied behind his back, he couldn't refuse: "Ah Xi, you are outside now, don't mess around—"

Ji Yunxi laughed softly. "I've been very well-behaved these days, shouldn't my brother give me some sweetness?"

"Didn't I say it? Wait tonight..."

"I don't want to wait," Ji Yunxi's breath was already mixed with his, intimately intertwined. "Brother, I want it now."

When he saw Song Xuan tied up and sitting in a corner, he had such thoughts, and now he was just using jealousy to fight for welfare.

"Ji Yunxi!" Song Xuan really panicked. "You're fucking crazy—"

They are still in the carriage.

"It's not that my brother has never read those scripts. This situation is different, and it has a wild taste—" Ji Yunxi went to unbutton his clothes slowly. Xuan greatly pleased him.

"Zhu Yang," Ji Yunxi raised his voice and called out. "Stay outside and don't allow anyone to approach."

"Yes."

Song Xuan stared at Ji Yunxi.

The lust in Ji Yunxi's eyes rolled, and he began to unwrap this unexpected gift that made him salivate.