Lian'er on the side frowned and said, "But it's such a pity. Mr. Hua only comes once a month, but it costs a lot of money to cover this Hua Yue Residence."

Xiaoyue burst out laughing after hearing this, "The playboy likes to spend a lot of money, why would you feel sorry for someone who doesn't care... But it's strange, the playboy is staying here for several days today, are you waiting for me?

Who?"

Lian'er glared at Xiaoyue, but just muttered, "It's not you anyway!"

Ruhua twisted a wine glass and took a sip, laughing at herself: "It would be great if it was really one of us. The playboy is suave and generous, and he would be satisfied even if he was taken back to be a footwasher."

Murong Qianqian listened to everyone's conversation, and the flower-like face gradually came to mind. She really couldn't accept the description of tall, rich and handsome, but it was very appropriate to describe it as white, rich and beautiful.

Seeing Murong Qianqian's brows slightly furrowed, her mother thought they were unhappy because they were talking about another man in front of her, so she immediately scolded them: "You talk so much nonsense, why don't you hurry up and serve Mr. Murong."

After saying that, my mother's face changed 180 degrees, and she smiled so hard that she couldn't see her eyes and said: "Master Murong, please take your time and enjoy yourself. If anything happens, please let me know."

Murong Qianqian looked at the person opposite again and nodded.

Mom smiled and pointed to the door, "The slave's family is going down."

"Well, mom, walk slowly!" Murong Qianqian turned around with a folded hand and a fan.

"Well... the slave family is really going down." Mom continued to laugh.

Murong Qianqian frowned, waved goodbye with her folding fan, "Well, bye!"

Mom's brows were knotted and she continued to hint, "Mr. Murong, look at this..." She made a gesture of counting money.

Murong Qianqian suddenly understood and hit her head with a folding fan, "Oh~ I'm sorry, I almost forgot, I'll give it to my mother~"

After saying that, Murong Qianqian stretched out her slender green onion-like fingers and dug through her sleeves, then took them out again, and then took them out again, and said with a smile: "Wait a minute~ It's too deep."

My mother's face looked a little ugly, but she still managed to smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Murong will look for you slowly."

Murong Qianqian dug desperately, with big beads of sweat on her forehead, but she still couldn't touch the money bag. Immediately, she heard a "squeak" sound, and a hole was ripped out of her sleeve.

"..."

Everyone was stunned, and their brows twitched in sequence one, two, three, and four.

Staring at the torn sleeves, the corners of Murong Qianqian's lips twitched, and she was about to cry without tears. She suddenly realized that she had put her money bag there when she was changing clothes in the clothing store.

No wonder the proprietress was so excited and kowtowed to thank her. Those were all her escape belongings. They were fucking cheating. What should she do now?

Pulling the facial muscles at the corner of her lips, Murong Qianqian smiled like a dog, "Mom, I lost my wallet."

After hearing this, my mother's smile froze for a moment, then she smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter~ I don't know where Mr. Murong's house is, I can just send a boy to get it."

Murong Qianqian had a headache, and kept tapping the window eaves with the folding fan, thinking about how to answer this?

Naturally, she could not go to her natal family, Murong Mansion. If Murong Lan knew that the daughter he had grown up in his hands actually entered a brothel, he would probably be furious to death.
Chapter completed!