Although I am weak, my friends are super strong

The woman who came after her was holding a pink costume. Seeing Zhang Shiyin, he shrugged regretfully at the others, and lazily put the clothes aside, "Master, why did you come back so early?" gone."

Zhang Shiyin felt a headache when he saw this group of lawless brats, "I asked you to teach him, what did you teach?"

"Also," he turned his head resentfully, and scolded Yu Lansong, "Sister? There is no one here who is a sister. I really blinded your big eyes for nothing."

Yu Lansong, "..."

"Hahahaha," the voice of the delicate woman who was chasing Yu Lansong to wear a skirt suddenly turned into a hoarse male voice, probably amused by Yu Lansong's shocked expression, the beautiful woman collapsed on the chaise longue with a smile.

"Don't expose us so quickly, Master," another sexy woman with heavy make-up complained a little bit aggrievedly with a clear and bright youthful voice.

Zhang Shiyin pressed his temples, "You still have the nerve to say, it's you who took the lead."

"He keeps calling us sister, it's so cute," the boy snatched Yu Lansong from his arms, held her in his arms, and kept rubbing his chin on his head.

"..." If possible, Yu Lansong really wanted to disappear here immediately.

Not only did he not see that they were men at all, but he kept calling her sister. She might not know how to laugh at him in his heart, and why he had to face such an embarrassing thing.

Fortunately, at this moment, Zhang Shiyin couldn't stand it first, and rescued him. He reprimanded him coldly, "Okay, you guys have finished practicing the basic skills today? You've been lazy all day, and you, you're going to be on stage soon, right?" Still playing."

Several people listened to Zhang Shiyin's words and restrained themselves a little. Only the tall, flat-chested man pinched Yu Lansong's face, kissed him on the chin, and whispered in his ear, "Poor boy, wait meet."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at Zhang Shiyin triumphantly, and Pingping left gracefully.

Zhang Shiyin didn't react, but said to Yu Lansong, "He's called Hualou, and he's our top card. He's a bit arrogant, but he's not bad."

Yu Lansong followed behind Zhang Shiyin in a daze. Zhang Shiyin glanced at him several times, and suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, "Wipe."

Yu Lansong:

The man suddenly clamped his chin with a tiger's mouth, wiped his face twice with a handkerchief with a scent of incense, not very gentle but rather roughly, and snorted coldly with disgust, "It's all a woman's lipstick mark, what does it look like."

"I heard that young master Lin died just after you married into the Lin family. You have to be careful outside, and don't let people catch you and make any remarks. Do you understand?"

Yu Lansong nodded, and he asked, "Mr. Zhang, where are we going?"

"Go to the stage, there is a play of "Romance of the West Chamber" tonight, I'll take you to listen to it first."

Yu Lansong didn't expect it to be so late, there are so many people here, it's very lively, there are men drinking, beautifully dressed women, and children running around restlessly.

"Sir, there are so many people," Yu Lansong moved to Zhang Shiyin's side.

A guest saw him and kept looking back at him frequently and smiling at him.

Although Zhang Shiyin had an ugly face, he turned to block him. He led Yu Lansong to avoid the crowd in a low-key manner and went directly to the second floor.

Standing next to the window sill, you can see the stage downstairs. At this time, no one has appeared on the stage, it is empty, and the stage is full of guests.

Soon, the good show began. This was the first time Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying met. Yu Lansong was a little short-sighted, so she poked her head out of the window sill and couldn't see the two of them clearly after watching for a long time.

Zhang Shiyin drank a cup of tea behind him, "Then Cui Yingying is played by Hualou."

Yu Lansong, "..." If he didn't say it, he would really think that she was a beautiful sister.

The stage was still singing, and suddenly there were guests under the stage who began to whisper to each other, and there were always hidden eyes cast on the window on the second floor.

One of them, a pair of well-to-do brothers, is a frequent visitor here. Both of them love to listen to operas, but they are not very interested in soft love stories like The West Chamber.

After chatting, the elder brother said to his younger brother, "This card is beautiful, but it's a man, otherwise I really want to marry him back home."

Both of them have good conduct, and they only admire beauties, so the younger brother also knows that his brother is just joking, so he hooked his lips, "Brother, I'm afraid you are not in a daze, mother will not agree."

"There is such a beauty in this little West Garden. If I say it, I have never seen a more charming and beautiful woman than him," the man said with emotion.

The quiet person next to him suddenly spoke, and the two of them could hardly hear what was being sung on the stage, so the man complained, "What are they talking about?"

As soon as he turned his head, the younger brother was looking up like a big goose. He didn't know what he was looking at, so he patted him on the shoulder dissatisfied, "What are you doing? Your neck is cramping?"

The younger brother put a finger on his lips, "Shh, look, brother, whose young master is that?"

The man looked in the direction he was pointing to realize what everyone was discussing.

I don't know whose young master is lying sleepily on the window sill. His appearance is very delicate, his soft hair sticks to his cheeks, and half of his fingers hang out of the window sill. He is white and beautiful.

The actor on the stage was singing, and his fingers were still tapping on the window sill, beating to the rhythm, like a napping kitten.

The elder brother rubbed his chin, "What kind of soil and water can raise such a person?"

Turning his head, he found that his younger brother had looked straight into the eyes, so he slapped the man on the back of the head, "You were talking about me just now, how are you better than me?"

When the play reached its climax, some audience members in the back row boldly shouted, "Young master, isn't the play good?"

The young master by the window sill on the second floor was awakened by his sound. He lowered his head and looked at them in a daze. He didn't know what he saw, and suddenly smiled at them.

Stupid is a little silly, but the victory is that he is full of vigor, full of Yingying and Yanyan, it is not as amazing as his smile.

The man was in a daze, and the teacup in his hand fell on the table, when he suddenly saw a black-faced man appearing behind the window, he dragged him back like a chicken, and glanced down with disdain The curtains were drawn shut with a snap.

The man heard someone beside him sigh regretfully.

His focus was not here, "If I'm not mistaken, that was Zhang Shiyin, the head teacher of Xiyuan, right? Why is that young master with him?"

"Zhang Shiyin can be regarded as a prominent figure in our city. He usually doesn't show his face, but today is a strange thing. Come here in person," he heard the people next to him discussing this matter.

Some of them boldly guessed, "Could it be that he accompanied that young master to listen to the play?"

"That little young master is so ostentatious, and the troupe master personally accompanied him to listen to the play, but if I were a member of his family, I'm afraid I'd watch it even more closely and wouldn't let him go out."

"Haha," a man laughed loudly, "How could Team Leader Zhang have such a temper as someone who bows down to the rich and powerful? I don't think it's Team Leader Zhang's lover."

Zhang Shiyin didn't expect Yu Lansong to cause him trouble like this. If someone hadn't come to inform him, he wouldn't have known that the people below were all looking up.

Yu Lansong was still a little confused about the situation, "What's the matter, sir, don't we stop watching?"

"You're delaying my business," Zhang Shiyin said angrily, "Just look through the curtain, anyway, you can't see anything, so just listen to the fun."

He shook his head resentfully, "You can still watch him fall asleep, what a child you can't teach!"

Yu Lansong, "...sir, I'm sorry."

Although Zhang Shiyin was right, he felt insulted.

Yu Lansong listened to the play for more than an hour, until the end of the play, Zhang Shiyin drank Zhang Shiyin's tea three times, until the color of the tea faded before letting him go, "Let's go."

Yu Lansong followed him downstairs.

When Zhang Shiyin saw a group of people blocking the stairway, his face was a little dark. Someone came and whispered something in his ear, and he scolded angrily, "When did I have a lover, and I didn't even know?"

To find out who made the rumor, he had to pull out his tongue.

He glanced at Yu Lansong, and tried to talk to him calmly, "There may be a lot of people in the meeting, hold my hand tightly, and ignore them whatever they tell you, they are all poor scholars who are too idle to panic .”

He stretched out his hand mercifully, let Yu Lansong hold him back, and rushed out of the crowd after pulling him.

Zhang Shiyin looked at the cold and violent man's palm, but it was dry and warm. Yu Lansong was pushed back and forth, but luckily he was holding it.

Seeing that he was about to squeeze out, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, wrapping around Yu Lansong's shoulder.

As soon as Yu Lansong looked up, he saw He Yi's chin, looking at him teasingly with eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Zhang Shiyin frowned at him, and he raised his chin towards the person, "I'll pick him up."

Zhang Shiyin looked at Yu Lansong for verification, Yu Lansong nodded to him, and leaned towards He Yi, "I'll be with him."

Zhang Shiyin nodded, explained to Yu Lansong that he would be waiting for him in the Lin Mansion tomorrow, and left alone.

Yu Lansong didn't know why He Yi was here. When he asked him, he only said that he had come a long time ago and had been waiting for him downstairs. He didn't expect it to end so late.

"This dungeon is really inexplicable, there are a lot of useless branches," He Yi was in a bad mood, he hadn't seen Yu Lansong for a day, and when he saw him, he was still held by a man he didn't know.

Afraid that he would be angry, Yu Lansong quickly shifted and asked, "By the way, how is your investigation going?"

He Yi said angrily, "There is nothing, the guy with glasses is not reliable at all, the system gave him such a useful character card, but it turned out to be useless at all."

"What about the others?"

"Still in the yard," He Yi paused, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He put one hand on the back of Yu Lansong's neck, his face suddenly approached, sniffing against his neck like a big dog, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "Why did you go today? Why do you have a scent on your body. "

Yu Lansong's body used to have a clean floral scent, but now it has a powdery smell. It's the kind of perfume that bad women love to wear when they smell it. What's more, Yu Lansong's whole body smells like this now.

It's like someone has completely messed it up.

He Yiqian's amber eyes are like a small storm rolled up in the desert.

Yu Lansong remembered what happened during the day, her earlobes were red, she wanted to break free from his hand, and begged for mercy in a soft voice, "Don't pinch my hand, it hurts so much."

Still outside, He Yi relentlessly held both of his hands with one hand, hooked his collar with the other hand, "Check it out for me."