Compared with the three-point fragrance building that is famous in famous cities in big countries, this building in Maplewood City is probably not worth mentioning. But anyone who has seen Miaoyu will not say this.
Fang Zehou, one of the current heads of the Fang family, is Fang Heling's biological father and Fang Pengju's uncle. He has traveled extensively and is well-informed. He has independently opened up the Yun Kingdom's trade routes. He has both ability and fame.
The next patriarch of the Fang family. Such a person is obsessed with Miss Miaoyu. Every time he returns from a business trip, the first thing he does is to come to Fenfenxiang Tower for entertainment.
There are countless such things. Fang Zehou was not the first big shot to fall under Miaoyu's skirt, nor was he the last.
Zhao Rucheng, who loves flowers and grass, is also among them. Ever since he heard about Miaoyu's reputation, he spent a lot of money and almost made Sanfenxiang Building his home. He has the momentum to never give up until he succeeds.
"There is no such possibility." Zhao Rucheng said very calmly, "The woman who resists seeing me has not been born yet."
At the same time, he added in his mind that of course Jiang Anan was not a woman, she was just a little kid.
Miaoyu nodded slightly, seeming to agree: "Indeed, Mr. Zhao is first-class handsome in appearance, and his actions are first-class generous. He has good strength, a good family background, a bright future, a delicate heart, and a wide mouth.
If you mix honey with oil, what woman can resist you?"
"But." She said but, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in her eyebrows, which made people eager to help her wipe it away, "but you don't like me enough..."
It seemed that Zhao Rucheng didn't like her sincerely enough, which made her sad.
"Hey hey hey..."
A burst of very obscene and abrupt laughter broke the atmosphere.
But Huang Azhan woke up at some point, but his drunkenness had not completely dissipated. At this moment, he was leaning on his chin and looking at Miss Miaoyu with a silly smile on his face, "Hey hey hey..."
Needless to say, I know what he is thinking.
Jiang Wang hid his face and remained silent. He did recognize Miaoyu as the girl in red dress he bumped into before, but he had no say in this environment.
Du Yehu conveniently wanted to drag Huang Azhan out and kill him, so as not to embarrass him again. He was considering whether it was worth carrying a murder case before joining the army.
"Why don't you like me enough?" Zhao Rucheng was the only one who kept his face and looked calm, as if he didn't know Huang Azhan at all. He showed off the skills of a veteran in Hua Cong, "I have never chased a woman for so long. Ever since I met Miss Miaoyu
, I spend more time in Sanfenxiang Building than in Chengdaoyuan. My love is overflowing and almost drowning here."
He stood up and left the table, approaching Miaoyu elegantly.
"Here." He pressed his heart.
It has to be said that with this situation, this scene, such a handsome person, even though the madam has experienced countless storms in her life, her eyes are dizzy at this moment, and she can't help but feel her heartbeat.
But Miaoyu stopped him with just one sentence
"You don't really like me, you're just too boring."
The charming smile on Zhao Rucheng's face disappeared, he stopped and stopped moving forward.
"I really don't like you now." He said: "I hate women who are too smart."
Jiang Wang has always known that Zhao Rucheng is a person who is very afraid of trouble and very indifferent. He doesn't seem to care about anything, and muddle along is his motto in life.
He spends money like water and wastes time. Just like he wastes money, he also wastes his talent. But this is his own business, and no one has the right to interfere with him.
So he could understand Zhao Rucheng's overly frivolous likes and dislikes.
But then again, talking about whether you like something or not in a brothel is a humorous thing in itself.
"Let's go home. I still have to cook for An An." Jiang Wang stood up and said.
"Third brother." Zhao Rucheng looked at him sincerely, "Can we pack some food and go back? Don't cook it yourself."
Du Yehu over there also nodded solemnly, with a lingering fear on his face: "An'an is still a child."
"..." Jiang Wang looked ugly, "Are you still leaving?"
"Let's go, let's go."
Du Yehu picked up Huang Azhan, ignored his struggle and giggled, and the group dispersed.
Miaoyu just smiled and watched them leave without saying anything.
But with a gentle twist of her fingers, without anyone knowing, a white granular substance that had been prepared for a long time quietly landed on Jiang Wang's back.
and penetrated into it.
…
Du Yehu sent his drunken drinking buddy away, so Young Master Zhao naturally went back home to rest. Jiang Wang went to the Taoist dormitory alone to pick up An An.
When she received Jiang Anan, she was obviously not in a very high mood, her mouth was bulging, and she didn't know what she was sulking about.
"What's wrong, my little An'an?" Jiang Wang smiled and was very amiable.
"It's okay." Jiang Anan pouted and said.
"That's good." Jiang Wang waved, "Go home."
"..." Jiang Anan was stunned. Do you really not want to ask more questions and care a few more words?
Over there, Linghe didn't try to persuade him to stay, he just waved his hand, "Goodbye An'an."
Jiang Wang understands that this eldest brother may have been thinking about practicing for a long time, but he was unable to devote himself to taking care of Jiang Anan. His talent is not the best, but his diligence is indeed first-rate.
"Goodbye, brother Linghe." Although Jiang Anan was not happy, he was still polite.
"That's right." Before leaving, Jiang Wang said smoothly: "We have transferred all our Daoxun to you. Together, we should be close to the Pulse Opening Pill. You should work harder and change it as soon as possible.
"
Ling He was silent for a while and then said: "It should be given to Rucheng first. He is the youngest and has the best talent. It should not be wasted."
"He's not interested." Jiang Wang simply explained, "Then Brother Hu plans to go to Jiujiang Xuanjia and follow the path of the ancient military strategist of Qi and Blood Chongmai."
Ling He didn't give in anymore and just said: "Okay."
He knew that Zhao Rucheng's lack of interest was true, and Du Yehu's decision was truly irreversible. There wasn't much he could do, and what he wanted to do at this stage was to avoid wasting these gifts.
These friendships.
"Go home." Jiang Wang lifted Jiang An'an, let her sit on his right shoulder, and walked home steadily.
Jiang Anan suddenly became happy, said "drive", and swayed her legs in front of Jiang Wang.
On the way out of the Taoist monastery, she spoke enthusiastically on behalf of Jiang Wang. Whenever someone said hello, "Hello, Senior Brother Jiang," she would simply reply: "Hello to you, too."
Jiang Wang followed her and just nodded.
"Brother Linghe, aren't you bored?" Jiang Wang asked casually on the way home.
"He was waiting at the door before school ended. I had other things to do after school, but he wouldn't let me go and kept following me." Jiang Anan bit her fingers and said.
Ling He has a generous and reliable temperament, so it is safest to ask him to help take care of Jiang Anan. Being inseparable is just a basic operation.
"How can you be busy?" Jiang Wang said, pulling off her fingers, "Don't bite your nails."
"Ouch!" Jiang Anan was so angry that she was about to jump down on the spot. Thinking that she was still a long way from home, she let it go. "I'm too busy to tell you."
Jiang Wang didn't care much and kept saying, "Brother Linghe is a very nice person. An'an should be polite to him."