There are always so many sexes every day

Song Huanhuan hadn't opened his eyes yet, when he heard a crisp voice howling: "Master, wake up, blah... If you don't have Qingzhu, what will you do..."

Song Huanhuan's headache was about to split, and she wished she could stuff a big steamed bun to cover that person's mouth, but she had more energy than she wanted, so she could only suffer from the pollution of the noise.

Listening to it, Song Huanhuan actually fell asleep again.

When Song Huanhuan woke up for the second time, he was the only one breathing in the whole room. A few candles were lit in the room, and it was dark.

Song Huanhuan blanked out his not-so-intelligent brain, twisted his head with difficulty and began to observe the places he could see, and then... because his brain was too small and filled with too much brain, he accidentally crashed.

It must be the wrong time for him to open his eyes!Otherwise, it's a prank game of which show!Or else...that's what he wears!cross!up!

Don't ask him why he is so calm, Song Huanhuan said that he has been living in a different dimension world... no wonder! ! !

Song Huanhuan didn't want to be so calm at all, but his current physical condition completely made it impossible for him to express his restlessness!

I'm so hungry... Song Huanhuan twitched a few times, closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.

I don't know how long I pretended to be a dead person, until Song Huanhuan felt that if he didn't eat again, he would become a real dead person, and he finally heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

Song Huanhuan immediately opened her eyes, and looked at the... child... who came in with what she thought was full of longing and expectation. It was still a child with a bun and a short skirt(?).

Seeing Song Huanhuan staring at him with piercing eyes, the little boy yelled "Ah", then threw the things in his hands and rushed over: "My lord, you finally woke up, blah blah... Qing Zhu was so worried to death. Huh..."

Song Huanhuan looked at the bowl thrown to the ground by the little boy and the rice scattered all over the floor (there seemed to be a few pieces of meat), his eyes sparkled with anger and urgency, he was hungry...can he stutter first? !

"My lord, what's the matter with you, my lord... why don't you speak..." The little boy lay on Song Huanhuan's chest, rubbing against Song Huanhuan's chest, and Song Huanhuan was almost out of breath.

"Ahem...water..." Song Huanhuan rolled his eyes and choked out a few words, then began to wheeze for breath.

The little boy was taken aback for a moment, then let go of his hands and went to pour water in a panic, "Master..."

Song Huanhuan poured nearly a pot of cold water into the little boy's hand before he truly came back to life. He took a breath, and seemed to be even more hungry QAQ...

Song Huanhuan's stomach growled, and the shyness that always appeared when facing children without mercy broke out.

Fortunately, the little boy didn't mind at all. He just wiped away his tears, covered him with a quilt, and said "I'll get some food" before running out the door.

Song Huanhuan was touched, she is such a good boy~

The bored Song Huanhuan began to think about his future life direction while rubbing his rumbling stomach.

It seems that it is really worn today... I just don't know which era I wore...

Song Huanhuan thought calmly, and the place she wore didn't seem to be very rich, otherwise why would there only be a little boy to serve her?

Look at the hand, white and tender, carefully thinking about the method of internal force circulation in martial arts novels and trying it - there is no movement at all!

So he wore a white and tender young master?

In the blink of an eye, Song Huanhuan, who is used to brainstorming, made up for the owner of the body she wore in the past all kinds of painful life experiences of being bullied and ravaged, until the appearance of the ten tortures in the Qing Dynasty...

Song Huanhuan, who was taken aback by his brain power, hurried back to his senses, patted his chest and sighed: "Excessive brain power is really bad..."

Song Huanhuan continued to imagine, since he has decided to accept this kind of useless and scumbag character setting, how to make it develop in the following plot?Is it pretending to be amnesia in accordance with the trend of crossing?Or is it unique to pretend to be stupid?The former is safer, and the latter may be hacked if someone finds out... But it is really tempting to find a new way... Maybe the protagonist's aura will appear...

Song Huanhuan was conflicted, both sides were full of meat, and it hurt to give up whichever one she gave up!

But before he could figure out why, the door opened without warning.

Hearing the sound, Song Huanhuan looked up reflexively, at first she looked blank, then... blushed.

Song Huanhuan is not a gay guy, and has no gay friends except for a girlfriend, but under the influence of the dignified girl with glasses for several years, she can be regarded as a straight grass in the rotten world~ so after seeing the face of the person clearly Afterwards, Song Huanhuan, who had been immersed in corrupt culture for many years, blushed.

The visitor just leaned against the door frame, folded his hands on his chest, and said lazily: "Qing Zhu said that you woke up, how is it? Is there any discomfort?"

The voice is so sexy!Song Huanhuan continued to wander.

Seeing this, the visitor walked in slowly, and raised the corner of his mouth, "What? You can't talk after you fainted once? Or are you looking at me dumbfounded?"

Song Huanhuan came back to his senses, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a big, big, beautiful man leaning over almost face-to-face, his little heart couldn't take it anymore.

"Ahem...I..." Song Huanhuan lowered her head instantly, stuttering and unable to speak.

The handsome man let out a low laugh: "Heh...Ming Huan, you were a little silly when you fainted once."

Song Huanhuan returned to reality in an instant, Ming Huan?Why is Mao happy again?When will he lose this broken word that has tormented him in his life for so long? !

But—to steal the spotlight again—why does the name Mao have a dusty feel to it?

Song Huanhuan felt uneasy.

The handsome man didn't notice Song Huanhuan's uneasy mood at all, and he still said slowly: "When you entered my Nanhuan restaurant, you made it clear that if you are not redeemed before you are eighteen, you will open to receive guests... "

Song Huanhuan didn't hear the rest clearly, and he didn't need to listen any more. The sentence of "opening buds to welcome customers" had already scared him to death.

Song Huanhuan interrupted the beautiful man with a pale face, and at the same time did not forget to complain that the beautiful man was a chatterbox.

"Wait, wait, what were you... just now?"

Men's Hall?Song Huanhuan really wanted to hypnotize himself. He didn't hear anything just now.

The handsome man smiled half-smile: "Why, does Ming Huan want to admit it?"

What's the matter with this domineering aura that comes from the shop? !

Song Huanhuan was wise and safe, and immediately bowed down: "How could it be? Hahahaha I just heard the budding clearly. Haha...ha..."

I want to cry so much QAQ~

Song Huanhuan is a good guy, he has neither guessed the beginning nor the end, now that he thinks about his previous assumptions, he is in heaven - people can only understand the beauty of life in comparison!

The handsome man saw that Song Huanhuan was so knowledgeable and interesting, so he restrained his domineering aura, patted Song Huanhuan's dog's head, and said: "Ming Huan, I am very happy that you can see it so openly. Then you are a good child. What can Qingzhu do? Go find me, and after a month, prepare to be listed to pick up customers."

Song Huanhuan respectfully sent the handsome man off to drive.

After the handsome man left, Qingzhu came in with a serious face carrying a small tray.

Song Huanhuan sat at the table with the support of Qingzhu, picked up the chopsticks and began to gobble it up, with an excited expression and tears in his eyes, seeing Qingzhu's worried face, he always felt that the young master had changed a lot...

Song Huanhuan didn't feel that she had really come back to life until she licked all the plates and bowls clean. She took a sip of the tea that Qingzhu handed over to her, what a leisurely day~

——How is it possible!Thinking that her little chrysanthemum was about to bud, Song Huanhuan's liver hurt.

Qingzhu hesitated to speak but stopped, as if he wanted to speak but dared not speak.

Song Huanhuan waved Qingzhu to sit down beside him, and then said, "Qingzhu, if you have anything to say, just say it, and I'll listen." A successful time traveler must always have someone by his side to popularize all kinds of social knowledge, Little bookboys of life knowledge—including the little boys in the men's hall.

With permission, Qingzhu didn't refuse anymore, and started to speak with a small mouth: "Young master, you are so serious, how can you not take good care of your body? It's really not worth it to commit suicide on a hunger strike for a scumbag." ..."

"Wait a minute, Qingzhu, speak slowly and carefully." Song Huanhuan felt as if he had heard something extraordinary again.

Seeing that Song Huanhuan didn't reject him but asked him to speak carefully, Qingzhu was very happy, so he knew everything and said endlessly, "My lord, I know you had no choice but to enter the Nanhuan Pavilion, so you want someone to redeem you Qingzhu also understands, but it's really not worth being sad for such a liar, since he can repent and not redeem your life, he naturally doesn't care whether you live or die."

Song Huanhuan listened earnestly on the surface, but in his heart, it seemed that a group of grass-mud horses were running wildly. It turned out that there was such a bloody plot going on~

Song Huanhuan instantly figured out the details that Qingzhu didn't mention, and then a scumbag with no lower limit and a pitiful weakling were born.

Qingzhu continued: "Although this is not a good place, the curator's father is a good person, and he will not force anyone into prostitution at will."

Song Huanhuan made a bitter face, a living example of being forced into prostitution is right in front of you, and you dare to talk nonsense, Qingzhu, you are not a good boy!

However, who is the curator's father?Song Huanhuan's head was muddled.

"Everyone who enters here will make an appointment with the curator. It's up to you when you sign up. When you came in, young master, you made an appointment. If you are not redeemed before you are eighteen, you will be listed to receive guests."

So he came here to pay off debts for others?Song Huanhuan dead fish eyes, true Comrade Minghuan, comrades who lose the chain at this critical moment are not good comrades!

"I think the curator's father was in a good mood when he went out just now. I think you agreed. If you were like this earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer so much..." Qingzhu drank his saliva and continued: "The curator's father said that he wants you Take a good rest, if you need something, just tell Qingzhu."

Song Huanhuan said that he was not surprised even if the handsome man just now was the curator's father, he waved his hand to indicate that he was going to rest and let Qingzhu go out, Song Huanhuan was relieved.

Now that he understood the general situation and the situation was critical, Song Huanhuan felt that he had to get nervous, otherwise he would be fucked up!

Still a little weak, Song Huanhuan climbed onto the bed, covered her head, and completely relaxed in the darkness.

Finally, she was alone when she was sober, Song Huanhuan blinked, she didn't know that she was dressed like this, what should his mother and father do...

I really want to go home...

The author has something to say: The Nanhuan Restaurant here is not a typo, the name of this store is Nanhuan-is it very straightforward?

I really want to start traveling through life immediately, but I have to explain everything clearly

How lazy is the author

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