There are always so many sexes every day

When they arrived in Heishui City, Murong Ang didn't rush on his way, but found a house to live in. Song Huanhuan, as a dragging servant, naturally had no room to speak.

For three days in a row, Murong Ang couldn't see the end, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

However, Song Huanhuan was also happy and at ease when he didn't have to wait on others. Seeing that Murong Ang didn't have time to talk to him, he boldly went out for a stroll. Speaking of which, since he came here, he really didn't take a good look at it.

Song Huanhuan was strolling on the street with her hands behind her back, and suddenly remembered that she still had a lot of things to do, such as not going to a brothel where gossip gathers cute girls, or not listening to a little song, watching a little play, and watching the bully tune by the way. ·The Opera Girl...

Song Huanhuan sighed: "My life is really incomplete."

"Help... help..."

"Someone robbed the girl..."

Song Huanhuan: "..." So is he still working part-time as Crow's Mouth?

Song Huanhuan huddled among a group of onlookers, looking at the wretched bully with a pig's head and a big belly in the middle of the road, who was pulling the arm of a flower girl, licking his face and smiling disgustingly, and there were a few dog-legged servants around him shouting cheer.

To save, or not to save, that is the question.

Song Huanhuan considers himself a good young man with morals. The teacher taught us to dare to fight against evil forces, so he has the heart to save people, but unfortunately, he has no ability to save people.

Song Huanhuan looked at her thin arms and legs, and at the bully's thick arms and legs, her heart to save others was also shaken.

Song Huanhuan, who was slack in fighting power, decided to retreat first. Anyway, there will always be a real hero with a righteous face and agility to save the beauty-this has become a common practice of spraying dog blood.

Just when Song Huanhuan raised his foot and was about to exit the crowd, the person standing in front of him suddenly backed away. Song Huanhuan felt a pain in his leg, lowered his head, and met the girl who was jumping on top of him.

Song Huanhuan: "..."

The flower seller looked aggrieved and said in a shrill voice, "Master, please save me..."

Song Huanhuan blinked and said slowly, "I can't beat him."

Flower girl: "..."

The bully who was still full of indignation and wanted to kick Song Huanhuan to death hummed and laughed: "You're a brat who still has some self-knowledge, sir, I won't make things difficult for you, kneel down and kowtow and get out."

The flower seller's face became weird, as if she threw Song Huanhuan down and killed her in the next second, and then she slammed into the wall to commit suicide.

"However..." Song Huanhuan seemed not to have heard what the bully said, but said slowly, "Although I can't beat him, I still have to try. I can't let the bully run wild."

In an instant, there was a sound of breathing around.

The bully let out a "bah", "Stinky boy, I will teach you a lesson today, you guys will beat me hard."

The servant behind dutifully rushed towards Song Huanhuan with a hideous expression on his face.

Song Huanhuan swallowed, then closed her eyes, and shouted, "Brother, help—"

"Bang bang bang-"

"Ahhh-"

"A good man spares his life, a good man spares his life..."

Song Huanhuan opened his eyes, and saw the bully kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy from the person standing in front of Song Huanhuan with tears and snot running down his nose.

Song Huanhuan pulled away the soft girl who was still on his lap, and approached the driver who came to rescue him, smiling flatteringly: "Brother driver, I knew you would save me hehe..."

The coachman snorted coldly: "You idiot who can't control himself."

Song Huanhuan, who was scolded as an idiot, rubbed her nose, relying on someone behind her, said arrogantly to the bully, "Get out, if you let me see you robbing women, I will definitely not let you go."

The bully nodded repeatedly, and was about to leave after being supported by the servant, but Song Huanhuan stopped him: "Wait a minute."

"Sir, what else do you want?"

Song Huanhuan pointed to the flower girl who seemed to be stunned, and said, "You trampled all the girls' flowers, so you don't have to pay her."

The bully nodded, and the servant behind him immediately brought up a piece of silver.

Only then did Song Huanhuan wave his hand and let them go.

Putting the money in front of the girl, Song Huanhuan said: "Here, here it is."

"I……"

Song Huanhuan interrupted the girl's words with a righteous face: "Don't say anything that you can only promise with your body for nothing in return, the young master can't afford you."

The girl gave him a blank look, got up and looked at the driver who was acting as a pillar, and said, "Thank you so much for saving the little girl."

Song Huanhuan: "..." So he just pretended to be passionate?

The coachman kicked Song Huanhuan without even moving his eyebrows: "Let's go."

Song Huanhuan followed behind the coachman with drooping ears, and left disappointedly against the disgusted eyes of the onlookers...

The girl who was ignored stomped her foot hard, turned and left.

Song Huanhuan, who was listless, regained her spirits when she returned to the house, and approached the coachman who didn't want to talk to him at all: "Brother coachman, thank you for saving me just now."

The coachman didn't even lift his eyes.

ignore him?It doesn't matter, Song Huanhuan continued chatting with a smile: "By the way, brother coachman, I still don't know what your name is. You can't keep calling it like that, brother coachman. It doesn't sound good..."

Song Huanhuan kept pulling until Murong Ang came back, looking at the driver with a distorted expression but still not saying a word, Song Huanhuan felt frustrated.

"Seventh Young Master..." This sentence was very weak.

Murong Ang glanced at Song Huanhuan, and said, "Thirteen, come here."

Then Song Huanhuan watched the silent coachman follow Murong Ang into the room steadily.

Song Huanhuan ignored the discomfort in his heart, clapped his hands and said with a forced smile, "So the driver's name is Shisan..." But in the empty yard, no one could hear his loneliness.

…………

On the morning of the fourth day, just as it was dawn, Song Huanhuan was woken up by Shisan's rude shaking, she put on her clothes and wiped her face indiscriminately, and was taken out without even picking up a steamed bun.

Song Huanhuan yawned and asked, "Brother Thirteen, where are we going?"

Thirteen glanced at him and said nothing.

Song Huanhuan pouted, is he so annoying?

The two walked silently all the way. Thirteen bought two steamed buns and threw them to Song Huanhuan who was rubbing his stomach. The latter was healed instantly and looked at him with bright eyes.

Song Huanhuan: "I knew that Brother Thirteen is a good person~" Although the name is really unpleasant~

Thirteen: "..." If I knew it, I wouldn't have bought it.

After Song Huanhuan ate the steamed buns, they arrived.

Song Huanhuan looked at the big boat in front of him and swallowed: "Brother Thirteen, do we really want to take the boat?" By the way, he can't swim yet~

Thirteen did speak this time: "Master is already waiting, let's go."

Song Huanhuan, an otaku who lived in the inland since he was a child, saw such a big boat for the first time. Of course, what he saw on TV didn't count.

It's just that besides a little excitement, there is also a little nervousness in my heart. According to the practice of time travel, there will always be some life-threatening events when taking a boat.

Song Huanhuan looked at the sky sadly, as a good-for-nothing who can't swim, is he about to suffer again?

When Murong Ang walked to the deck, what he saw was a rare and sad Song Huanhuan.

"Seventh Young Master." Song Huanhuan bowed his head and saluted respectfully.

Song Huanhuan was so obedient all of a sudden, which made Murong Ang very surprised. He only took Song Huanhuan with him, on the one hand, to find out the secrets he knew, and on the other hand, to relieve boredom. Of course, serving people is counted within it.

Murong Ang raised Song Huanhuan's chin with his hand, and said, "Not satisfied with this arrangement?"

Song Huanhuan frowned: "I don't dare, take a boat... not bad..." But in her heart, Murong Ang started to go crazy again.

"You're talking bad about me again, huh?"

Song Huanhuan was startled, but there was no emotion on his face: "I don't dare, Seventh Young Master, you are worrying too much." Why does Mao seem to be able to see clearly what he is thinking?

Murong Ang let go of his hand, and said casually: "Really?"

hiss……

Song Huanhuan felt a chill on the back of her neck, and always felt that something bad would happen.

When the big boat went up against the current and Song Huanhuan was so dizzy that he couldn't get up on the bed, he finally understood what the bad thing was.

"Nimma...you're actually seasick..." Song Huanhuan covered her mouth, her face was pale, her eyes were wandering, and she completely lost the spirit of the past.

When Murong Ang waited for a long time and no one came to serve him, so he sent Shisan over to look at it, Song Huanhuan had already vomited out of his stomach by leaning on the window sill.

Song Huanhuan looked at Shisan standing at the door, showing a silly smile: "Brother Shisan...you, you come to see me..."

Thirteen swallowed the sentence of self-indulgence, looked at Song Huanhuan silently, and then left silently.

Song Huanhuan was so uncomfortable that he didn't have the energy to think about what Shisan was here for. After vomiting, he floated back to the bed with weak legs and feet. He decided to make a mushroom before returning to land~

Murong Ang knew about Song Huanhuan's situation, so he didn't say anything, he just told him to take care of him, and then he didn't care.

Song Huanhuan doesn't mind Murong Ang's continuous neglect, although seasickness is uncomfortable, but the days when someone delivers clothes for meals and washes them without life-threatening are really beautiful~

Song Huanhuan enjoyed such pain and happiness for three days before getting up tremblingly from the bed, leaning against the wall and slowly rubbing against the wall, but just as soon as she went out, she looked up and saw the broad river, and she immediately became dizzy again.

Unable to walk anymore, he simply sat down at the door with a bitter face, not daring to move.

"Why are you sitting here?"

Song Huanhuan opened his eyes in surprise, but he didn't hear any footsteps, how did this person come here?

"You look so bad, didn't you take a good rest?" Murong Ang bent down and rubbed Song Huanhuan's face with his fingers.

Song Huanhuan dodged back in embarrassment, but didn't dodge.

"I'm just a little dizzy..." He really couldn't bear Murong Ang's sudden play of this warm and considerate card.

Murong Ang seemed to sense something wrong with this movement, so he withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back, and the two fell silent.

Song Huanhuan always felt that he would be suffocated to death if he was so bored, so he had no choice but to ask, "Master Seventh, when will you be there?"

"There are still more than a month."

Song Huanhuan immediately grimaced when he heard the words, does that mean he will stay on the boat for another month?You're cheating, you're going to die, okay?

"Can't bear it?"

"...of course... I can bear it..." Song Huanhuan laughed dryly, even if she couldn't bear it, she still had to bear it~

Murong Ang nodded: "Alright, I thought that if you couldn't bear it, you would go for a mountain walk. Since you can bear it, then stay on the boat."

Song Huanhuan: "..." Can he take back that sentence?

Murong Ang said: "Go back to the house and stay." After finishing speaking, he left.

Song Huanhuan: "..." It's so unloved by humans, can't you give him a hand?He is too weak to stand up QAQ~

In the end, Song Huanhuan was resisted by Thirteen who was passing by.

Song Huanhuan felt more and more that Shisan was a good person, so he decided that from now on, he would try his best to hold Shisan's thighs, and if he fell into the water, he might be able to find a piece of driftwood to float~

The author has something to say: I found out that the copywriting needs to be changed, what should I do if Song Huanhuan is not obscene at all?

Suddenly remembered, I used to swipe the screen of a gay friend...

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