"Call me Fen Ye!" Qingqing and I looked at each other and said, "This is my good brother, call me He Ye Ye." Then I glanced at Wang Zai: "This is my follower, Xiao Wang Zai,

What he is wearing is just a beggar’s fashion, not a beggar, Madam, don’t get me wrong.”

The madam's face twitched, and she said with a fake smile: "I don't misunderstand, how could he be a beggar? What a handsome little boy."

Wangzi originally wore very little, so he couldn't help but tremble when he heard what the madam said.

"Xia He, Qiu Ju, serve Master Fen and Master He well." The madam winked at the two beauties.

Qingqing and I smiled secretly and did not refuse. We just happened to ask them about Second Young Master Qin.

When I came to the room and sat down, I stuffed a banknote into each person and said bluntly: "I just want to ask you two about which room Master Qin is in?"

Xia He and Qiuju were startled, looked at each other, and then smiled charmingly.

"Second Young Master Qin is in sister Yanmei's room." Xia He put away his flattery and replied.

I raised my eyes and asked, "Are Yanmei and Young Master Qin the closest?"

"That's right." Qiu Ju said with a disdainful smile: "Second Young Master Qin likes sister Yanmei to sing little songs the most."

A ditty? Still a melodious character.

I stood up and gestured to the two of them: "Tell me where Yanmei's room is?"

Xia He replied without hesitation: "It's the last room in the corridor. Master Fen really doesn't need my service?"

I glanced at the two of them and saw that they were a little happy and a little strange.

"I'll have fun with you two next time!" I glanced at them with a teasing look, and there was a smirk on my lips that could make me despise them.

It turns out that I am not a good person either.

Yingying's singing came from Yanmei's room. It was indeed a ditty, similar to Beijing jokes, but not exactly the same.

I clapped my hands outside the door and pushed in. "Miss Yanmei sings so well."

When I saw the man in the room, all my imagination of Mr. Qin disappeared. He was the incarnation of a certain creature, a pig!

He was a heavyweight, and his whole body insulted the elegant bed. All that came into view was a certain kind of meat that was commonly seen in the market.

Rule out beef and dog meat.

"Who are you?" Fatty Qin Er narrowed his eyes and said angrily, with a somewhat high-profile air.

Oh, here comes the connotation!

"People who come here because of her fame!" I replied in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I heard that Miss Yanmei can sing ditty well, and Master Qin is very fond of her."

"So what?" Fatty Qin Er was slightly angry and asked lazily.

"No!" I chuckled and replied, "I'm not interested in any of this."

Fatty Qin Er opened his squinted eyes, twisted his body twice on the couch, stood up with difficulty, and began to scan my whole body. He must be thinking - it is indeed the copycat uncle!
Chapter completed!