There are always so many sexes every day

Ever since Song Huanhuan accidentally discovered something that he shouldn't know, he has been living in dire straits.

Every morning, she was called to beat and beat her, and she couldn't go back to rest until night. Song Huanhuan inexplicably began to miss the days when she was stuffed in bed and grew mushrooms—people, they are always in the midst of blessings, but they don't know their blessings!

This day, Song Huanhuan was still struggling to get up early to be beaten, but was stopped by Mr. Fang and told that Mr. Mu had something to do today, so there was no need to go there.

"Is there something wrong?" Song Huanhuan blinked. What does this mean—he is temporarily liberated?He doesn't need to be taught a lesson today?

Song Huanhuan held back the cheers, keeping a low profile, must be low profile.

So what is he going to do this day?Shall I sneak out and take a look?Country bumpkin Song Huanhuan is silly.

"Mr. Ming Huan, Mr. Mu said that you can't go out," Mr. Fang was still paralyzed, and warned: "Otherwise, you will know the consequences."

Song Huanhuan's face immediately turned bitter. How could he be treated so favorably by the curator?

Song Huanhuan, whose illusions had been shattered, could only be bored in the room flipping through the books that Qingzhu had found for him, everything from wild history to novels.

Song Huanhuan just flipped through a few pages and became a little sleepy. In the end, she fell asleep without even understanding the current social situation.

Qingzhu covered him with a thin quilt, and sighed, the young master has changed a lot now, he liked reading so much before and now he doesn't read any more, could it be that he was hit too hard last time and became like this?

Qingzhu shrugged her mouth, the young master is so pitiful~

Song Huanhuan, who slept all afternoon, missed lunch directly, and finally had to fill a plate of snacks prepared by Qingzhu to comfort her badly injured stomach.

People say that when they are full, they think about lust and lust. Of course, Song Huanhuan in the men's cave didn't think about that. As a real man who does something and doesn't do it, gossip is his highest pursuit.

Song Huanhuan, with a flat stomach, decided to go to the backyard to harass the uncle who stopped him at the kitchen door that day—with a weathered face, he was gossiping, he was a real man with rich life experience!

However, Song Huanhuan's wishful thinking failed. On the way, he met Mr. Jinhuan who was walking hurriedly and looked sad. So, Song Huanhuan's soul of gossip burned blazingly.

Song Huanhuan smiled and said, "Mr. Jinhuan, how are you doing?"

Jin Huan glared at Song Huanhuan, feeling even more resentful.

Song Huanhuan glanced in the direction Jin Huan came from, and said clearly, "Are you looking for the curator's father?"

Relying on a pair of shiny moves, Song Huanhuan has long seen that this young Mr. Jinhuan has a heart for that perverted and terrifying curator. During the period when he was going to be educated, Jinhuan basically checked in every day. , Even more obedient than elementary school students going to class.

Unexpectedly, Jin Huan, who has always been arrogant, heard Song Huanhuan's words, and her eyes immediately turned red.

Song Huanhuan was dumbfounded, did he say something unpleasant just now?

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..." Song Huanhuan felt a little guilty for no reason. The beautiful boy who had always been arrogant and domineering suddenly became frail, which really made people uncomfortable.

"Wow..." Unexpectedly, Jin Huan suddenly sat down on the ground, let go of her throat and began to cry.

Song Huanhuan really wanted to die now. Although there were few sober people in the museum now, it would be hard to tell if someone really saw her.

Song Huanhuan was so confused that he had no choice but to pull him up and warn in a low voice: "If you don't want to be seen, follow me." After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. Why did he sound like a villain who is prostitution?

Probably Jin Huan also sensed the problem in those words, and stopped crying and looked at him in horror.

Song Huanhuan was powerless: "Look at what you look like now? What if someone sees you gossiping? Go to my place, wash it up and go back."

Jin Huan didn't speak.

Song Huanhuan's spirit of gossip has long been scared away by Jin Huan's tears, and now seeing Jin Huan's non-violent and non-cooperative appearance, he is a little impatient: "If you don't get up, I will leave, who cares about you... "

"...legs are numb...can't get up..."

Song Huanhuan rolled her eyes, and the appointed person pulled him up, and half-supported and half-supported him into his room.

"My lord, this is..." Qing Zhu's eyes widened.

Song Huanhuan waved his hand: "Qingzhu, get some water to wash a handkerchief."

Qingzhu went to work as promised.

After everything was cleaned up, Song Huanhuan asked Qingzhu to wait outside, while he started his first part-time job in ancient times—brother bosom.

Young Master Jin Huan finally calmed down after wiping his face clean, and then he said from a little embarrassment, "Don't tell what happened today, or I'll make you look good."

Song Huanhuan, who had already seen through his nature of being strong but capable, would not be threatened by him, and said with a snort, "I don't bother to say that, I think everyone is gossiping like you."

Jin Huan snorted coldly, raised her small chin and said arrogantly: "Hmph, I'm sorry you don't dare to say it."

Song Huanhuan was silent, and then suddenly stretched out his hand to ruffle Jin Huan's well-washed hair: "You brat, why are you not cute at all!"

"Ming Huan, you are a villain!"

"Heh heh heh he's a villain, what can you do to me..."

The two of them got into a fight like this.

After Song Huanhuan made such a fuss, Jin Huan finally seemed less depressed.

Although the child often quarreled with him, his nature was not bad. Speaking of which, Song Huanhuan still liked this child, of course, the premise was that the child didn't have convulsions!

"Tell me, what's going on?" Song Huanhuan rubbed her belly, it was still flat, hungry!

Jin Huan sniffled, and said in a muffled voice: "I...I saw the curator's father carry a person into his room...and, he got into his bed!"

Song Huanhuan's eyes widened: "Really? Isn't the curator cold?"

Jin Huan gave Song Huanhuan a hard look: "I won't lie to you...he...he..." As he spoke, he was about to cry.

"Don't cry..." Song Huanhuan had a terrible headache, if he had known earlier, he would not have brought him here.

"I'm not going to cry... I'm just, just kind of sad."

Song Huanhuan looked up and pretended not to see his rabbit eyes.

"I said Jin Huan, don't be sad, the curator's father is not a good person, he is not worthy of your liking, you..."

"You are not a good person!!!"

Song Huanhuan looked at Jin Huan with an angry face, and said "ah", the little rabbit... blew up...

"No!" Jin Huan suddenly reacted: "How do you know that I like the curator's father?"

Song Huanhuan snorted, "Anyone with long eyes can tell, okay? Just like you, I wish I could just stick it."

"It's really that obvious?" Jin Huan suddenly turned pale, and murmured, "Then why can't he see it? Or..." He saw it but pretended not to know...

"Uh..." Song Huanhuan suddenly didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only sigh: "The blue face is the most annoying thing!"

Seeing Jin Huan's absent-minded look, Song Huanhuan touched the back of his head and said, "Actually, don't be too sad. Where is there no grass in the world? You are suitable for someone better to treat you." At least it is a simple identity point people.

Jin Huan just shook his head, then pushed Song Huanhuan away and stumbled away.

"Really, don't just be a soft girl and don't just like big men. Well, although he is a handsome man, he is really..." Song Huanhuan really didn't mumble why for a long time, and finally thought about his current situation, and shut up wisely .

Song Huanhuan, who was alone again, was lying on the bed flipping through a book, and casually started...gossip.

Song Huanhuan's gossip soul was ignited again!

Knowing that it would be dangerous to provoke the curator, Song Huanhuan was still curious about who the person he brought back was!My heart is itching to death~

To go, or not to go, this is a question of life and death.

But before he could make up his mind, someone came.

Song Huanhuan looked at Mr. Fang, who hadn't changed his face since we met, and twitched his forehead, "What are your orders?" If it's okay, go away!

Mr. Fang said: "Master Minghuan, Mr. Mu invites you to go over."

Song Huanhuan was startled, and then delighted. This was really what she said, so she followed Mr. Fang happily and went out.

——Only caring about gossip and ignoring the subsequent high risks, Song Huanhuan is doomed to be a tragedy!

As soon as Song Huanhuan entered the door, he felt a black shadow approaching him, and stopped him, with a small white pill in his hand.

Song Huanhuan blinked, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Eat it." A voice without any emotion sounded.

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly remembered the magic weapon for controlling people that appeared in almost every martial arts novel, such as the Three Corpse Brain God Pill...

Before Song Huanhuan could recover from the over-braining, Mr. Fang had already grasped his hand and stuffed the small pill into his mouth.

Song Huanhuan: "..."

Mr. Mu said lightly, "Come here."

Song Huanhuan pretended not to hear, scratched his throat and said, "What did you give me?"

"You don't need to know, just know that it's not something that hurt you."

- No wonder! ! !

Song Huanhuan can already foresee how miserable his future will be. If he is controlled by someone, he will die without a whole body. Is there such a poor traveler as him? !

"Come here, don't make me say it a third time."

Mr. Mu's voice was not loud, but it made Song Huanhuan shiver abruptly, and moved over in small steps.

Mr. Mu pinched Song Huanhuan's chin to make him raise his head, and his voice suddenly became gentle: "From today on, the man in the room is your master. Whatever he asks you to do, you should do it honestly. Talk less and do more. You know." ?"

Song Huanhuan blinked, and reluctantly answered "Yes".

It's not that he has no ambition, but that the situation is too dangerous, and he... is afraid of death.

Song Huanhuan, who inexplicably had a master and turned into a servant, suddenly felt that his future was still full of hardships, full of big pits—whether he jumped or not, he couldn't escape bad luck.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Say."

"Why me?" Why did he come to suffer this kind of punishment?

"Because...you know too much." Mr. Mu's eyes were very strange.

Song Huanhuan: "..."

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