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When Su Jin had finished bathing and was lying on the couch in the small courtyard, swinging a folding fan and chatting and joking with Rou Niang Huan Niang, the housekeeper Su Fu came over to report an unexpected news. Yan Biyun, the heroine of "He Feng House"
Invite him to go on a date at Hefeng Tower tomorrow at noon.
Su Jin's eyes were full of random thoughts. They hadn't seen each other for two days, and Yan Biyun was already thinking about him. But then he thought about it, and the small contact that night caused him to get slapped. Yan Biyun must be very angry with himself.
Yes, why did you ask yourself to go on an appointment?
Sometimes Su Jin thinks too much and gets into trouble. After careful consideration, Su Jin decides not to take a trip into this muddy water. Yan Biyun is obviously not someone to be trifled with. Although she is extremely graceful and elegant, Su Jin
It was obvious that this woman had an inherent sense of superiority, which Su Jin didn't like very much.
Su Jin loves beauty, but among beauties, he prefers women who are as weak as water. Strong women and the like are the type of people Su Jin is most afraid of coming into contact with, so he simply refused the invitation; he also had too many things to do.
Tomorrow, the shop next to the cloth store has been rented, and he has to go to the site to direct the decoration. The backward warehouse must be sorted out quickly. In more than ten days, the cloth purchased by Mr. Zhang will arrive, and it will be fireproof, theftproof, moistureproof and mildewproof.
There are a lot of things that need to be dealt with in advance.
In addition, the matter of finding a nursing home that Old Shopkeeper Zhang earnestly warned must be implemented as soon as possible. No one can guarantee what methods the Chamber of Commerce people will use. Everything is complicated and complicated. It is not completely true that Su Jin refuses to go to the appointment because he is busy.
words of excuse.
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Yan Biyun never expected that someone would not appreciate her, so she simply declined the invitation without leaving any room, feeling slightly annoyed.
This guy is so bold. He hasn't settled the debt for deliberately infringing on her that day. It would be better for him to do it directly to her face. It would be fine if she was alone. The problem is that she confidently went to the boudoir in Bianliang.
The close friend and his wife promised to invite him to the scene, but this time they were about to be laughed at by their girlfriends.
"Ask someone to deliver the invitation again and give him my letter." Yan Biyun handed Xiao Xian'er a letter with a calm and pretty face.
Xiao Xian'er muttered: "This man is so lazy, why does the lady have to invite him to the scene?"
Yan Biyun scolded lightly: "Xian'er has been talking too much lately. If she talks too much, she will go back to Beijing on her own. You don't need to wait here anymore."
Xiao Xian'er stamped her feet and said: "Miss..."
"Why don't you go quickly?" Yan Biyun glanced at her, and Xiao Xianer pouted and left.
Su Jin was even more surprised when he received the invitation again. Su Jin was self-aware. He would never think that Yan Biyun would have any thoughts about his skin, a sixteen-year-old boy. Yan Biyun's persistent invitation must have something important.
There are only a few words on the plain white hairpin flower letter: "Master Su will be waiting for you tomorrow at noon in the elegant hall in the backyard of Fenglou. There are distinguished guests waiting to see you. This matter may be of benefit to you. Biyun has boasted that you will come. If you refute
"Bi Yun's thin face will definitely not tolerate frivolous actions; concubine Bi Yun."
In just a few words, there were courtesies before fighting, soft words of entreaty, temptations of benefits, threats and intimidation. Su Jin was greatly impressed. After receiving such a letter, besides obeying the orders, what else can you do? At the same time, if someone asks for it by name,
Seeing myself full of curiosity, distinguished guest! What kind of distinguished guest is that?
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At noon the next day, Su Jin dressed up carefully. Since there were distinguished guests to meet, she couldn't dress carelessly. She wore a blue silk shirt and robe, tied around the waist with a lavender and gold ribbon, and a green butterfly pendant hanging from the belt.
One, the ends of her hair were tied with a green and gold ribbon, and two strands of black hair lay on her chest. Looking at herself in the mirror, even Su Jin unconsciously praised himself: "What a tall, rich and handsome man!"
Xiaosui'er, Rou Niang and Huan Niang looked at Su Jin with confused eyes. Everyone loves beauty. Although it is common for a toad to mate with a swan, every swan desires it in his heart.
My spouse is also a swan. A woman’s love for a beautiful man is the same as a man’s love for a beautiful woman.
Especially Rou Niang. After having close contact, the way Rou Niang looked at Su Jin was obviously different from the others. It was a kind of sad look that was confusing to the point of obsession, with a trace of deep love.
, it’s really heartwarming.
Su Jin took Xiao Sui'er to the elegant hall in the backyard of Hefeng Building on time. It was almost lunch time, and the Hefeng Building was full of guests, all of whom came to feast. This also confirmed Su Jin's love for Luzhou.
According to the estimation of residents' income, although most of the diners here come from well-off families, a high-end restaurant is bustling with people every day. There are only three words that can be said: "It's not short of money." Because the people who come here are not just for simple food, but for food.
Enjoying delicious food, this consumption concept is exactly what Su Jin needs. The scorching sun is particularly warm, and the flowers and trees in the garden are particularly beautiful and lovely. When passing by a clump of peonies, Su Jin can't help but think of his own life that night.
As a prank, Yan Biyun bumped into her back, and the erotic feeling of two red beans pressing against her back was truly unforgettable.
When Su Jin thought of this, the muscles in his back began to contract and a layer of goose bumps appeared.
In the small hall, two men and two women were sitting and chatting. Food and wine had been placed on the table. They seemed to be waiting for Su Jin's arrival.
As soon as Su Jin showed his head, the four of them stood up. Su Jin was the first to clasp his fists and salute, saying: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time. I'm really sorry. I apologize."
Yan Biyun glanced at him with some annoyance and said: "Young master Su is so arrogant. It seems that he can't invite you without a big sedan chair."
Su Jin scratched his head and said, "Miss Yan, please forgive me. There are too many pragmatic customs in my family. I am busy all day long and I don't know what I am busy with. I really don't have enough time to do my job. Miss Yan is considerate."
Yan Biyun's face turned red. This guy didn't regard himself as an outsider. He said he was considerate and inconsiderate. Do I have anything to do with you? Just as he was about to answer, he heard a chuckle from the side. Yan Biyun knew that this was
My best friend from Beijing is laughing at me.
Yan Biyun quickly adjusted her mood and introduced Su Jin seriously: "This is Young Master Song from the capital."
Su Jin saluted and said: "Hello, Mr. Song, I am Su Jin."
Mr. Song had a handsome face and a friendly smile. He clasped his fists and returned the greeting: "Hello Mr. Su. My name is Song Quan, Shaoqing. Mr. Su, you can call me Shaoqing."
In ancient times, only men in their twenties had a first name. Su Jin's sixteen-year-old boy could only be called by his first name, which made Su Jin a little depressed.
"This is Mrs. Song, Shaoqing's wife. You can call her Mrs. Sister-in-law or sister. She is much older than you, a stupid kid like you." Yan Biyun rarely showed off her sharp tongue. She herself was also wondering why she liked talking to Su Jin so much.
To be angry, you have to embarrass him to be happy.
"Hello, Mrs. Song, Su Jin is polite." Su Jin did not feel dissatisfied and saluted generously; Mrs. Song was just busy returning the gift: "My family has met Mr. Su."
"Perhaps I don't need to introduce this person. I'm a local, so Mr. Su must know him," Yan Biyun pointed to the man in white robes on the left with a smile.
Su Jin recalled it carefully in his mind, but he had no impression of this person. He could only say honestly: "I am ignorant and ignorant. I rarely go out and don't care much about things in the city. I apologize for my poor eyesight."
"My name is Li Chong, whose name is Zhaoting. Mr. Su is polite." The man in white robe said politely.
Everyone thought that after Li Zhaoting announced his name, Su Jin would suddenly look like he had a sudden realization, and then bowed and saluted excitedly. However, Su Jin's reaction was no different from that of a piece of wood. To him, it sounded like Li was heavy and Li was light.
There is no difference between Zhang Amao and Zheng Gou Sheng on the street.
If Rou Niang or Huan Niang were here, they would definitely be extremely excited. This Li Chong, Mr. Li, is the most famous talent in Luzhou City. Everyone in the brothel singing studio is proud to have a new poem by Li Zhong. At present, Luzhou
A large part of the lyrics sung in brothel singing houses were written by Li Chong. It can be said that Li Chong's name in Luzhou Prefecture even surpassed that of Zhu Shiyong, the prefect.
As Su Jin was born and raised in Luzhou, everyone took it for granted that Su Jin must be quite interested in this art from the color stage performances and lyrics singing he organized. Anyone who is interested in this art knows Li Chong.
But Su Jin just said honestly: "Brother Zhaoting, hello, Su Jin is polite." Because he didn't know who Li Chong was at all, and he didn't know that Li Chong was the "Luo Hua" he desperately hoped to get into to advertise.
》Convener of the Poetry Society.
Li Chong smiled, his face was calm and normal, and there was no trace of disappointment, but the embarrassment in his eyes flashed past, and was accurately caught by Yan Biyun.dd