In the room, the ambiguous warm fragrance made people drowsy.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and reached out to fan the smoke that had just been extinguished but was still lingering in the room.
Seeing her like this, Wanrou smiled helplessly and gritted her teeth, "It makes Young Master Zhang uncomfortable, but if there was no such incense..."
"I know." Zhang Qingjiu interrupted her with a wave of his hand, "Where are the others?"
Wanrou was startled, and her expression instantly became tense, "Inside."
Zhang Qingjiu nodded and walked towards the room.
Seeing that Zhang Qingjiu was about to step into the room separated by a curtain, Wanrou took a breath and stepped forward to hold her hand, "Young Master Zhang, can you really see that?"
"Have I ever lied to you?" Zhang Qingjiu sneered, his eyes falling on her fingers, "If you don't want to..."
"No, I'm not unwilling." When she heard what she said, Wanrou immediately let go of her hand and took a step back, "Young Master Zhang, please."
There is a big difference inside and outside the screen.
Quite different from the exquisite luxury outside, the layout inside is extremely simple, with a bed, a table, a few chairs and a wall of cabinets.
If there was anything surprising, it was that there was a strong smell of alcohol in the air, and there was a person lying half-lying on the table.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, "This is how much I drank."
"I haven't drunk much. I'm afraid Young Master Zhang has waited too long." If it wasn't to make him unconscious as soon as possible, why would she be willing to let him be so unconscious?
Zhang Qingjiu sneered, walked forward and sat down without comment.
The man in front of him looked well ahead of his age, with fair complexion and clear eyebrows. His sleeping appearance had a childish look that was inconsistent with his age.
It turns out that he is Xie Zian.
A man who makes two women worried.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows.
There are two reasons why a man will look childish when he is asleep. Either he still has innocence in his heart and does not want to forget his childhood ideal;
Either he is mentally incompetent, he is not familiar with worldly affairs at the age of to middle age, and he is congenitally deficient.
But the person in front of me was neither of the two.
"How's it going?" Wanrou couldn't help but ask.
"A hundred years of worry-free life." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and gave Wanrou an affirmative answer.
"Really?!" Wanrou took a breath, widened her eyes, and her eyes were filled with joy.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at her deeply and said, "Really."
She originally thought that the woman in front of her would ask about friendship and belonging, but she never thought that in the end she would just ask Zhang Qingjiu to come and see Xie Zian's fate.
"That's great." Wanrou breathed out softly, and the look in her eyes became lighter little by little, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."
"No need to thank me..."
"I know, I know." Wanrou immediately stood up and walked aside, taking out a box from the cabinet. Inside was a thick stack of banknotes. She took out half a dozen of them without even counting them, "Thank you very much."
Young Master Zhang, this is the reward from the slave family..."
"I wonder if I can exchange this for something else?" Zhang Qingjiu blinked.
"Whatever Young Master Zhang wants, just ask." Wanrou was stunned at first, and then said generously, "As long as Wanrou can do it, Wanrou will definitely give it to Young Master Zhang."
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes: "As long as you have it?"
Wanrou was still silent in joy, "Yes."
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, "How about you tell me how to capture the heart of a man who doesn't belong to him?"
Hearing Zhang Qingjiu say this, Wanrou was slightly startled, and a rare flash of panic flashed in her eyes, "You, what do you mean by this?"
"Won't you tell me?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and stood up, "That's all, just pretend I didn't ask."
Wanrou gritted her teeth and lowered her eyes.
Zhang Qingjiu sneered, "Wanrou, you have to be responsible for what you say. Since you said you can give me anything I want, I won't take your money this time, so you owe me."
It was already clear that Zhang Qingjiu didn't intend to stay any longer, but some people didn't want her to leave smoothly.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows as he looked at the middle-aged man with his fat head and big ears who was standing at the entrance of the stairs to block his drunkenness.
"You, you pretty boy, I heard that you have become Miss Wanrou's guest again and again. Brother, I want to see what you are today." The man held a pot of wine in one hand.
He held a girl with half-dressed clothes in one hand and breathed out thick air.
His movements were not small, and although he was a bit drunk, his voice was loud and loud, causing people around him to look over instantly.
When they saw that the person was Zhang Qingjiu, many people's eyes instantly became more interested in watching a good show.
"Get out of the way." Zhang Qingjiu sighed.
She didn't want to meet a drunkard, otherwise this person might not need to be drunk and would directly become a ghost.
"Hey!" Who knew that Zhang Qingjiu's plain words would become a provocation in the man's ears.
He raised his brows, took two cumbersome steps forward, and slammed the wine bottle in his hand on the ground, "Who do you think you are? Grandpa is asking you a question!"
"I advise you, it's best not to leave." Zhang Qingjiu rubbed his temples.
"You won't leave even if you don't want to. Do you think you are...ah!"
Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly flew out from the crowd, and the man who was standing in front of Zhang Qingjiu just a moment ago was grabbed like a ball and thrown out of the air with a "clang" sound.
, crushing a table.
For a moment, the restaurant was filled with exclamations of surprise.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, ah, this?
At this moment, the hand that had just thrown the man out grabbed her wrist, and without waiting for her to react, he grabbed Zhang Qingjiu and flew away.
This operation almost happened in the blink of an eye, and actually left the guards of Yixiang Tower behind.
At the door, a carriage was parked properly.
After the man in black stuffed Zhang Qingjiu into the carriage, he raised the reins in his hand and said, "Drive!"
The carriage immediately drove into the black night, leaving the excitement and hustle and bustle.
The tolerant night concealed the turbidity of the river.
In the carriage, Zhang Qingjiu looked at the man sitting inside with his eyes closed and concentrating. The corners of his mouth moved and his eyes blinked.
She knew that if the drunk man took one step forward, something would happen tonight, but she never expected that something like this would happen;
She did notice that someone familiar was in Yixiang Building tonight, but she never realized that it was Chu Lan and Feng Zhi.
So, how long did these two people stay inside? How much did they see?
Feng Zhi's crisp and sharp movements did not seem to be done randomly.
Thinking of what he had specially come to say to her today, Zhang Qingjiu felt a little embarrassed for the first time.
It seems that she must break the weirdness of Yixiang Tower as soon as possible, otherwise if she "fails" once or twice, will she still need her reputation?
However, in the current crisis, Chu Lan must be dealt with first.
As a result, Zhang Qingjiu waved his hand cautiously, with a pious smile on his lips, "Your Highness, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet here. It seems that Your Highness and Wei Chen are really destined."