Across the door, Feng Duoying could already smell the fragrance of Yingying Yanyan.

What kind of fragrance is this?

The fragrance of freedom!

Speaking of which, it is also embarrassing. When other people are eighteen years old, their children are called daddy.

And me?

A woman's hand has not yet been touched.

I heard that a woman's skin is as smooth and tender as if it had been smeared with oil. Feng Duoying dipped it in the oil in the kitchen and touched herself, but she felt nothing.

It's too awful.

Others think that I have a father who is a handyman, and I can show off my power in the villa and be domineering.

Actually?

My father is a stubborn man, and his idea of ​​starting a family after he has established a career is deeply ingrained. He believes that women will affect the speed at which his son draws his sword, so he is strictly forbidden to approach women.

Pooh!

There are no benefits at all, and on the contrary, there is no freedom at all.

I finally look forward to the day when the sky is high and the emperor is far away.

I want to indulge.

I want to be bold.

I want to be a tiger, the king of beasts... Wow wow wow!

Squeak!

The door finally opened, and Feng Duoying seemed to see a beam of light, an evil light that wanted to hollow out my body.

so excited!

"Officer, this little girl is so polite!"

A total of seven golden flowers came in.

Each figure is enchanting, each is delicate, the skin is fair and tender, and they are charming and charming...

What a great place.

Although the villa also has female disciples and female attendants, it is a serious place after all, and the owner of the villa has strict regulations on the clothing of female disciples.

Moreover, martial practitioners temper their bodies and are exposed to the wind and sun. Even the female disciples are covered in the smell of sweat, and each of them has a bad temper and sharp eyes, but they are not as tender as water.

The air is numb.

No wonder, as long as the brothers have free time, they will go to the mountains to have fun.

These are the magical days.

"My lord, are you still satisfied?"

"To be honest with you, the young officials, the girl in our building is well-known for hundreds of miles around, and many government officials have personally visited her..."

The old bustard's eyebrows jumped and he smiled happily.

"Ahem, cough...well, it's not bad...are these all 98 big bucks?"

Feng Duoying picked up the tea cup leisurely, with an indifferent expression.

After all, it was less than one tael of silver.

I don’t know what the rules are in this business. It’s obviously a tael of silver, but it has to be calculated as a big sum. Does it seem like a lot?

"Yes...it's less than 1 tael of silver."

The old bustard was beaming with joy.

hiss!

98 big bucks, have you grown like this?

Feng Duoying pinched her chin and frowned.

I heard the old madam say before that there are 128, 168, 198, 238... and even 298.

Feng Duoying glanced at the seven golden flowers.

Suddenly he slammed the table: "Do you seem to be short of money?"

well.

What kind of education did I have to be so cautious even when I was arrogant? This is a disease of poverty.

"298, send it up to me!"

He sneered, his expression full of contempt for money.

That's right.

My father has swelled.

"Official...are you sure? Do you really want 298? There are only three girls 298 in the whole Yichun courtyard. They don't see people easily on weekdays."

The old bustard was shocked.

"What you want is scarcity, what you want is uniqueness... Go quickly..."

Feng Duoying waved his hand impatiently.

"Hmph... officer... hum..."

The seven golden flowers were rejected, and each one pouted and left angrily.

"Girls, it's not that you are not good enough, it's that I have high standards..."

Feng Duoying stretched his neck and comforted her heartily.

"Master, you...can your body withstand 298?"

The old bustard looked embarrassed, but before going out, he couldn't help but persuaded her again.

"Haha, a man's words are true. It's just three 298s. If you meet your opponent in chess, you'll win... Young Master, I want to lie down on the bed and draw my bow, and kill three eagles with one arrow..."

Feng Duoying's eyebrows were one high and the other low, and the corners of her mouth were quite crooked.

"well!"

The old bustard turned and left.

Maybe it's because of special taste.

…

hiss!

98’s!

98 is like this, 298 is not allowed to take off.

Hey hey hey...

Feng Duoying did a backflip and landed on the bed, flopping around like a landlubber...I am proficient in all of the eighteen martial arts...

Junior Brother Li said that you should drink alcohol first to cheer up.

The spring night is about confusion and confusion.

Huh?

Was there an earthquake?

Feng Duoying frowned. Suddenly, the wine in the wine glass on the table rippled, as if it was an ominous omen.

bump!

The door was knocked open.

Feng Duoying froze in place, his mouth was dry.

"Who's looking for 298? It's 1 pound more than the slave. Don't mind, hehehe!"

There was a mountain of meat, and people came in with the door stuck.

"Officer, the little girl is here!"

Another one came in.

"Officer, today I want to make you submissive!"

The three people stood in the room, and the madam always squeezed in through the gaps.

"Little officials are all worth 298, so one pound is guaranteed to be a lot..."

The old bustard was forced to break out in sweat.

"No...this 298? Isn't it a lot of money?"
To be continued...