There are always so many sexes every day

Song Huanhuan was so miserable, it was nothing more than having sex dreams, but she still had sex with a man, taking a step back, it was nothing more than having sex with a man, but she was still the one below?How much desire and dissatisfaction does he have... Could it be that he is really a little boy?Still a zero?

Want to cry but have no tears...

The next day, Song Huanhuan got up with a constipated face, Qingzhu was startled: "Master, did you become a thief last night?"

"Go, big or small brat."

Song Huanhuan, who looked at Qingzhu with a smile on his face, looked gloomy. He held his disfigured face in front of the bronze mirror, and asked in a low voice, "Qingzhu, is there any way to cover up the dark circles under my eyes?" Although he didn't do it deliberately People who pay attention to image, but when the dark circles and big bags under the eyes occupy a large area of ​​the face, no matter how you don't pay attention to the image, you have to want to cover it up.

Qingzhu scratched her head: "There is no good way except to put on some makeup to cover it up."

make up?That's what women do!

Song Huanhuan wanted to shake his head and refuse, but now that his face was the hardest hit, he couldn't refuse, so he sat down in front of the mirror honestly and asked Qingzhu to help him put on makeup.

"Qing Zhu, don't make any mess, just cover the eyes." Song Huanhuan asked uneasily.

Qing Zhu rolled his eyes: "Understood, young master."

The movements of Qingzhu's hands were very nimble, after a while of slapping, the work was completed.

Song Huanhuan looked in the mirror, although he could still see it, but it wasn't so intrusive, so he patted Qingzhu's shoulder in satisfaction, and praised: "As expected of Qingzhu, it's amazing~"

Qingzhu snorted arrogantly, "That's it~" After a pause, he said again: "My lord, I know you feel uncomfortable, but you should stop abusing yourself like this in the future, in a few days you will...that, If you make yourself depressed, the curator's father will be angry."

Song Huanhuan 囧, where did you see him abusing himself?He just... just... what happened once...

Angrily pinching his green bamboo face, Song Huanhuan stuffed two steamed buns and drank a bowl of porridge, then went to Mr. Mu's small courtyard unwillingly.

Qingzhu sighed like an adult: "Young master is really pitiful..."

In the small courtyard, the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Murong Ang was rarely in a good mood, so he had breakfast in the yard, just...

Glancing at Song Huanhuan who was standing at the gate of the small courtyard and who seemed to have no intention of going any further, Murong Ang said coldly, "How can you serve me while you're standing there?"

Song Huanhuan jumped, shrunk her neck as if she was frightened, glanced at Murong Ang who was looking bad, and walked in silently with a sigh.

Song Huanhuan didn't dare to approach, he just felt that he was baffled now, even if he accidentally glanced at Murong Ang, he would still think of his impure dream last night, and then his heart would be beating violently, as if the next second It's like jumping out.

What the hell is going on with this inexplicable feeling? !

"Come here." Murong Ang's voice was tinged with ice.

Song Huanhuan took a deep breath, barely prepared herself, then raised her head and smiled flatteringly, "Seventh Young Master, what are your orders?"

Murong Ang clicked his tongue: "The smile is really ugly."

Song Huanhuan froze for a moment, then withdrew her smiling face and rolled her eyes because she thought she was hiding it, thinking she was ugly?Hmph, I want to see Master Ben and I’m not happy to laugh~

Murong Ang looked at Song Huanhuan who had returned to normal, and suddenly said: "This makeup smell...why? You even put on makeup on purpose?"

Song Huanhuan froze again, and he began to associate unconsciously in his mind again, always thinking of that... dream... plus the other protagonist of the dream was still smiling in front of him more beautifully than a peach blossom...

Withdrawing her messy thoughts, clearing her throat, Song Huanhuan explained: "Master Seventh, I suffered from insomnia last night, and my complexion was so bad that I was afraid to scare you, so I wiped something to cover it up."

"Can't sleep?" Murong Ang lightly knocked on the stone table, and said, "Is it because I was so happy to see the delivery that I couldn't fall asleep?"

You are happy, your whole family is too happy to sleep! ! !

Song Huanhuan really wanted to squirt back, but thinking that her life was still in someone's hands, she had to hold back the blood, her face full of anger.

"Yes, I am too happy to fall asleep..."

Murong Ang laughed softly: "I didn't expect you Ming Huan to be so impatient to receive guests, huh?"

Song Huanhuan screamed inwardly, I was forced to——

"Since you are so eager to pick up customers, then you don't have to come over these few days, and find someone to learn how to serve people in the future."

Song Huanhuan's whole body froze for the third time, how does Xuexue serve others?Nima, he didn't hear the evil meaning in it!

If it was said that Song Huanhuan still had a little thought in his heart before, now that little thought was blown away by this sentence.

——Sure enough, the spring dream is forcing people to see the reality clearly!

"Go." Murong Ang waved his hand, and drove away Song Huanhuan, who had a look of food on his face.

After Song Huanhuan left, Mr. Mu came in and said, "I thought you liked Ming Huan, the leader, and you couldn't bear to let him go."

Murong Ang said: "Uncle Mu, don't you think these days are too ordinary? Someone must come to entertain us, I think this Ming Huan is an interesting person, isn't he?"

Mr. Mu said: "If you really feel dull, go back to the middle school as soon as possible. There are many things in the middle school, and they are waiting for you to go back."

Murong Ang stood up and said calmly: "It's windy, I'd better go back to the room and rest."

Mr. Mu: "... brat..." However, these days are indeed too ordinary, besides, if you are in a bad mood or get well slowly, then let's have some fun.

Mr. Mu played with his fingers and smiled maliciously.

Song Huanhuan, who was hit by all kinds of reality, rolled back to the room and threw herself into Qingzhu's arms to seek comfort.

"My lord, what's the matter with you?" Qingzhu dragged him to a chair and sat down, took a wet handkerchief to wipe Song Huanhuan's hands, and asked with some doubts.

Song Huanhuan was miserable, "Qingzhu, why do you think I am so unlucky, son? I am a servant and have to pick up customers, and I can't make any money after working so hard. Poor, poor..."

Qingzhu fell silent, pulled Song Huanhuan away from holding his hand, poured a cup of tea and said, "My lord, haven't you received any guests yet?"

Song Huanhuan glared at him and said, "By then it will be too late!"

Qingzhu pouted: "Master, why did you come back so early today?"

Speaking of this, Song Huanhuan became even angrier. Just as she was about to complain to Qingzhu, the door was kicked open with a "bang".

Song Huanhuan is embarrassing, this is his new door just now...

It was Jin Huan who came in, followed by a little boy carrying a small bundle.

"Why are you here?" Song Huanhuan wiped away the non-existent tears on his face, looked at Jin Huan who was clearly lacking in energy, and asked curiously.

Jin Huan rolled her eyes, thinking that it's not because of you.

"I was called by the curator's father to teach you how to serve people." Jin Huan gritted his teeth, and the words "serve people" emphasized his tone. Anyone who had slept soundly would not be in a good mood to be called out suddenly.

Song Huanhuan's face turned black, did he really ask someone to teach him?

Jin Huan directed the little boy to put down the burden, then drove the two of Qingzhu out, sat down on the chair, poured a cup of tea and said: "Okay, let's start."

Song Huanhuan raised his forehead: "Jinhuan, you really don't want to teach me those things, do you?"

"Do you think I'm willing? It's just that this is the curator's father's order, so you should learn it honestly, don't run away, anyway, it will only take a few days."

"But……"

"There's nothing to worry about, come on." As he said that, Jin Huan opened the bag, which contained a pile of books, and threw a book to Song Huanhuan.

Song Huanhuan took it over. The cover of the book was normal, without a single word, but when she opened it, Song Huanhuan's face turned red.

Throwing away the book in his hand, Song Huanhuan yelled at Jinhuan: "Why are you showing me this thing? This is too... too shameless, isn't it?"

Jin Huan hummed: "What is this? Looking at this Spring Palace Picture is just the first step in getting started. I will teach you something else tomorrow."

Song Huanhuan became anxious: "I don't want to learn these things..." Although he is a wretched man with no lower limit and no morals, he has seen countless inappropriate things before, but he has always been watching secretly by himself. I have never discussed it with anyone, except of course, being forced to speak by the girl with dignified eyes.Besides, at that time it was just to watch, but now it is to learn - this is the difference between quantity and quality!

Jin Huan was unmoved: "It's useless for you to tell me about it. If you have the ability, go and tell the curator's father. As long as he agrees, I will leave immediately."

Hearing this, Song Huanhuan immediately lost his temper.

Seeing this, Jin Huan softened her voice and said, "I know it's hard for you to accept this now, but if you want to live here, you'll have to get used to it sooner or later."

"Humph……"

Jin Huan suddenly smiled and said, "Look, am I fine now?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out: "You have already picked up the guests?" After finishing speaking, she realized what she had said, and apologized hastily.

Jin Huan shook her head and said, "There's nothing you can't say, I've already done it."

"But, you are clearly younger than me..."

"It has nothing to do with my age. I set the time when I was bought in, so naturally it is earlier than you." Jin Huan said without caring, then looked at Song Huanhuan and said, "Look, why don't I just take care of myself now? ?"

Song Huanhuan was silent, then pinched Jin Huan's face and said, "Boy, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't think that being my master means you're older than me, I'm still your big brother!"

Jin Huan was being pinched with a smile on her face, but she didn't resist, Song Huanhuan's strength was very small, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

Waiting for Song Huanhuan to withdraw his hand, Jin Huan said: "Let's start."

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