There are always so many sexes every day

Song Huanhuan's face was indifferent, completely ignoring the attacking eyes of others, walked to the table and sat down, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and said: "The visitors are guests, let's all sit down." As he spoke, his eyes signaled to Qingzhu——go and move reinforcement!

Although face is important, life is even more important!

Qingzhu blinked, what happened to the young master's eyes?

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Song Huanhuan expressed strong contempt for Qingzhu's dishonesty.

The red-faced strong man and the little handsome man who came to find fault stared out of the window, and this man was not angry and asked them to sit down?This is simply not right.

Song Huanhuan smiled: "Why don't you sit down? I see that your neck hurts. Sit down, Qingzhu, and pour tea."

The strong man was taken aback for a moment, his sluggish head became even hotter, and he sat down dizzily, but the little handsome man was startled by Song Huanhuan's smile, and hurriedly waved his hands: "I don't need it, I'm still here If something happens..."

Song Huanhuan didn't let anyone finish her sentence, and said directly: "Then how can I do it? Qingzhu, don't help Mei... Young Master sit down."

Qingzhu flashed over immediately, with a small face stiffened: "Mr. Fuhuan, sit down."

Fu Huan pursed her lips and sat down reluctantly.

Song Huanhuan pinched him while Qingzhu was pouring tea, and said in a low voice, "Go to the boss."

Qingzhu was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, she looked at Song Huanhuan with some uneasiness, and then reluctantly opened the door with an empty teapot and went out.

Both the red-faced man and the handsome man named Fuhuan were so shocked by Song Huanhuan that they didn't recover, so they didn't take Qingzhu's departure seriously.

Song Huanhuan said gently, "Young master, what's your name?"

The man scratched his head: "I am Qing Yu, Mr. Ming Huan just call me Qing Yu..."

Song Huan was overjoyed. He thought he was a thorn in the side, but he turned out to be a fool. Now things will be easier.

Song Huanhuan sighed: "Since my accident, no one has come to see me, and I can't go out, so I'm very happy that you can come."

Qing Yu was very happy when he was told, but Fu Huan wanted to cry a little bit. If I knew it, I wouldn’t have waited to watch the show. Ming Huan has become so strange now QAQ

Song Huanhuan glanced at Qing Yu casually, always feeling that something was wrong, Qing Yu must have looked at him with warm eyes.

Could it be that there is a story between Zhen Minghuan and Qing Yu that has to be told?

Tsk, if this is the case, he has to think about how to cut off the red line. Song Huanhuan said that although he is in the men's club now, he still belongs to the cute girl!

Rolling his eyes, Song Huanhuan continued to be innocent: "Young Master Qingyu, you are drunk, should you go back and rest? Look, it's getting dark..."

Qing Yu nodded dumbly: "Yes, it's getting dark, I should go home, Mr. Ming Huan, I'll come visit you tomorrow."

Song Huanhuan nodded, saying "yes" but complaining in her heart, don't come tomorrow!

But speaking of it, this fool is quite easy to fool.

Qing Yu walked away, Song Huanhuan turned his head to look at Fu Huan, who was shocked and had a bad feeling.

Song Huanhuan took Fuhuan's hand, looking like a good brother, "Fuhuan, you said that we are all part of this restaurant, and we should get along well in the future."

Fu Huan withdrew his hand with a stiff face: "Master Ming Huan, you are joking."

Song Huanhuan, who couldn't eat tofu, clicked his tongue and said with a smile, "What's your name, young master? You see, I already call you Fuhuan. Just call me Minghuan."

"Yeah, okay..." Fu Huan responded, wanting to retreat: "I should..."

Song Huanhuan naturally couldn't let him go.

He thought clearly, the most indispensable thing in this kind of place is gossip!Otherwise, why do the protagonists in martial arts dramas and novels go to the ancient red X district to inquire about news? !

Song Huanhuan's purpose was to use Fuhuan's mouth to spread the news of his change, so that he would have a better life in the future.

"Fuhuan, I've thought about a lot of things in the past few days. I have to let go of what I should let go of before. I hope to get along well with you. In the future, I will always take care of you..." Song Huanhuan said earnestly.

Although Fu Huan is simple, his intuition is very sensitive. He always feels that Ming Huan, who used to be very noble, is acting weird now, even the words he speaks are strange. Could it be that he was sick and his brain was burnt out?

Seeing Fuhuan's skeptical look, Song Huanhuan was not discouraged. If he heard this suddenly, he would not believe it, but as long as the word spread, it would change in the future.

Song Huanhuan, who had achieved his goal, finally let him go. Fuhuan hurriedly stood up and ran outside, wiping off his sweat, and would never come again!

——Song Huanhuan's obscene temperament is invincible!

Song Huanhuan laughed lewdly, he knew he was a man with golden fingers, although he didn't vote for a wealthy family, but he believed that gold would always shine hahaha~

"Heh... I don't know, Ming Huan, when did you become so good at talking..."

A voice that sounded a little strange, but Song Huanhuan didn't know why it was deep in his memory sounded, and Song Huanhuan froze in place like a teapot with his waist thrust into his waist.

My life is over!

"Why didn't you talk? Huh?"

Song Huanhuan sneered: "When did you come, curator's father?" He said that he glanced at the green bamboo that was holding a vase next to him, and he knew that this child was unreliable!

"Let's think about it... just when you chased Mr. Qing Yu away."

Song Huanhuan looked up at the handsome man. Although the handsome man was smiling, why did he suddenly feel cold?

"But since Ming Huan you want to open up, I am also happy for you in my heart," the handsome man held up the cup and played with it: "Ming Huan, you have to remember what you said today, and stay in this Nanhuan Pavilion from now on. on, huh?"

Song Huanhuan nodded hurriedly, what a terrifying aura!

After seeing off the handsome man, Song Huanhuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and belatedly felt a little pissed about her "curator's father".

"Qingzhu, come here." Song Huanhuan hooked his fingers.

Qingzhu slowly came over, and Song Huanhuan pinched Baozi's face and ravaged him: "You didn't notify me when the brat came, you almost killed me, do you know?"

Qing Zhu was tearful and speechless.

Song Huanhuan was also reluctant to pinch hard, squeezed and kneaded and then let go, not forgetting to threaten: "Remember in the future, if someone comes, you must notify me, huh?"

Qingzhu covered her face and punished Yingying for playing.

"Speaking of which, how old is the curator this year?" Song Huanhuan thought about that face, and then thought about that cheating title, and shivered, the weird match.

Qingzhu rubbed her face and shook her head: "No one knows about this, but I heard from Uncle Li in the back kitchen that he came to work in the museum ten or five years ago when it was first built, and the curator was like this at that time. "

Song Huanhuan clicked her tongue, opened this 15 years ago, and now she is almost forty, and her appearance has not changed at all. Isn't this an old monster?

Speaking of it this way, he is not yet eighteen, so calling him Daddy is not an exaggeration.

"What's the curator's name?"

Qingzhu continued to shake her head: "No one knows about this. All the gentlemen in the museum call the curator Daddy, and those of us who follow the young master also call it that way, and others call them Mr. Mu."

As the protagonist's first instinct, Song Huanhuan felt that Mr. Mu's identity must be weird!

——I have to say that a real man with a rough nerve and no integrity will occasionally see the essence through the phenomenon╭(╯^╰)╮

Song Huanhuan watched Qingzhu keep rubbing his face, sighed, took the ointment and helped him apply it on his face, he felt sorry for such a miserable little white face.

——Everyone is responsible for loving Moe Zhengta~

Although Song Huanhuan was indirectly grounded for a month, a modern country bumpkin who has not seen ancient life since time travel is naturally unable to stay idle.

During the day, the Nanhuan Hall was quiet, except for the occasional cleaning, Song Huanhuan felt as if she was living in the era of silent movies.

Unbearable, someone finally opened the crumbling door despite Qingzhu's obstruction, and took the first step to understand ancient society.

Stopping Qingzhu who wanted to follow him, Song Huanhuan said: "Qingzhu, go and find some books for me to read."

"what book?"

"Well...it's all kinds of books, you can find them as you like."

Qing Zhu nodded, told "Young Master, please be good" and was driven away.

"Wow~" Song Huanhuan sighed, this is really a good place for bloodletting, much more luxurious than what he saw on TV.

Song Huanhuan moved down step by step, touched the carved railings, and looked at the gold-encrusted pillars, little stars appeared in his eyes.

This curator is really rich~

Song Huanhuan stood in the middle of the hall on the first floor, sighing in his thoughts.

The cleaning servants passing by walked past without even looking sideways.

Song Huanhuan, who was ignored, was still very happy: "Look, this is quality!"

Taking advantage of not meeting anyone, Song Huanhuan decided to go out for an adventure. If you come to ancient times, you have to take a good look, otherwise it will be a waste~

It's just that Song Huanhuan, who was about to go out, was carried back by two cold-faced gods.

"Master Ming Huan, Mr. Mu has rules, you are not allowed to go out at will."

Song Huanhuan: "..."

Song Huanhuan, who is sensible and doesn't challenge the authority, started to stroll around the Nanhuan Pavilion. Maybe the outside is not as beautiful as here, and it's good to have a lot of experience here-a person who can always find the right way for his shrinking behavior. A man with a reason is a real man!

Song Huanhuan walked around the ancient building with several floors as if he was in no one's land. Finally, he strolled to the backyard.

Sniffing, Song Huanhuan's eyes lit up, it smells so good!

Following the smell all the way, Song Huanhuan finally stopped outside the kitchen door, or to be precise, was stopped outside the kitchen.

"My lord, there is heavy oily smoke in the kitchen, you can't go in."

Song Huanhuan leaned over to make friends: "Uncle, what's in it? Why is it so fragrant?"

"That's the butterfly cake prepared for Mr. Mu. This is an exclusive secret recipe that only Mr. Fang knows, and it's only made for Mr. Mu." The uncle who stopped Song Huanhuan looked proud.

Song Huanhuan rubbed her belly, did she only do it for the curator?Then he can't eat...

But, it's really fragrant...

Song Huanhuan decided that, for the sake of the glutton in his stomach, he would swear to carry his shamelessness to the end!

The author has something to say: I downloaded the stand-alone game yesterday, and I really want to play QAQ

But there is still no code word, so hard

ball comfort QAQ