Her neck is slender, her chest is high, and her waist is as thin as a willow branch, as if it could be broken with a gentle hug. Her slender legs are gathered under the pink tulle, and when the sun shines on them, they are as radiant as white jade.
The warm spring breeze blows, and the beauty stands on the railing.
Ning Youan's knot rolled a bit, her heart rising and falling with the fluttering tulle, unable to rest at ease.
This time the madam didn't lie to him. There was a really beautiful girl in the building, she was like a fairy.
As soon as the madam saw his expression, she knew that the matter was settled. She teased him with a few words and waved her hand to call the woman down.
When someone came closer, Ning Youan's heart beat faster.
The woman is really beautiful, with a slap-shaped face, bright eyes and white teeth, and a skin as white as snow. The most beautiful thing is her pair of passionate peach blossom eyes, and her low eyebrows and smile seem to draw away people's soul.
Ning Youan prided himself on being well-informed, but at this moment, he was a little confused.
It was like being drunk, stepping into fairyland, and seeing the beautiful fairy in my dream.
The woman turned sideways and saluted him, her posture was delicate but not pretentious, and her voice was as clear and sweet as a bird's song: "I have a cigarette in my body, and I say hello to the young master."
Ning Youan was stunned, and only came to his senses when the Madam pulled off her sleeves, murmuring her name: "Hanyan..."
"The sun is full of color, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright, so I can't sleep." The woman answered softly.
Ning Youxin skipped a beat, and when he raised his eyes again, there was a smile on his face, and the words of praise came readily at hand: "What a good name, much better than those plum blossoms, peach blossoms and so on in the building. People are more beautiful, I look at them more than in the sky
The fairy is even more beautiful."
Covering her lips with a cigarette and smiling softly, she is full of elegance. She is really as pretty as a peach in March and as pure as a chrysanthemum in September.
Ning You'an felt that the woman in front of him had grown up to his heart. No matter it was her appearance, figure, or temperament, she was obsessed with him.
At that moment, I was so excited that I even forgot about the business and took the beautiful lady to the upstairs box to drink.
After three rounds of drinking, he became more and more excited and rolled on the couch again, which lasted all night.
When he woke up the next day, Ning Youan remembered that there was a little cousin at home who was waiting for news, so he quickly asked Han Yan to freshen up and go with him to a clothing store to try on new clothes.
Ning Youan's figure was already impeccable, and she looked even more exquisite when she put on a close-fitting skirt. Ning Youan couldn't bear to look away from her.
The two little ones didn't have anything else on their minds. One was concentrating on painting and the other was concentrating on looking at paintings. The day passed quietly.
That night, Ning You'an dutifully sent Han Yan back to the brothel. When he walked to the door, Han Yan suddenly turned around and called him, and he shouted "Ning Lang" so hard that his bones went numb.
"Ning Lang, it's getting late. Why don't you come up for a drink and something to eat before leaving?"
Ning Youan wanted to say that he couldn't stand it. He stayed out for two consecutive nights and let his ancestors know about it, so he had to beat him to death. But facing those beautiful eyes with shining light, the word "no" stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.
come out.
So he followed her and stayed in a brothel.
It was still the same for the next two days.
Ning Youan even doubted whether he was possessed by an evil spirit. Otherwise, how could he be so obsessed with a woman?
By the fourth day, the album was finished.
This time there was no need for a cigarette invitation, Ning Youan took the initiative to send the person into the boudoir.
When the two of them are deeply in love, they will naturally not let down this beautiful spring time and toss fiercely between the bed.
At the end of the fight, Han Yan lost all his strength and clung to Ning Youan's chest as softly as a boneless fish, sobbing softly.
Hearing her cat-like cry, Ning You's heart broke. He kissed her teardrop-studded cheek tenderly and asked why.
He smoked and said nothing, buried himself in the quilt and cried for a long time before speaking: "After tonight, will I not be able to see Ning Lang anymore?"
Ning Youan was amused by her childish question, "How is it possible that I can't see you? I will come to see you often in the future and bring you beautiful clothes to wear. Smoking, stop crying, okay?"
Unexpectedly, Hanyan cried even harder after hearing his comfort, "But I want to see you every day, eat, drink tea, sleep and play with you... Ning Lang, don't you understand? I want to see you every day."
I like you, except that you don’t want to commit to anyone else.”
As a man, if he hears a stunningly beautiful woman say such words in his arms, it would be false to not be moved, but his heart is moved, and he still has to persist in some things.
As for women, it's fine to just have fun outside. He doesn't care if she gets a reputation as a playboy.
If you take it home, the nature will be different.
No matter how bastard Ning Youan was, he would not bring a brothel girl home. If his grandmother got angry, wouldn't the family skin him alive?
Hanyan saw that he only smiled faintly and did not answer. Her eyelashes trembled and she shed two more lines of tears.
"I know that I have a bad background and am not worthy of Ning Lang, so I don't seek status. As long as I can stay by Ning Lang's side, I am willing to be a cleaning maid!"
Ning Youan sighed and said, "Why are you doing this?"
"Just to prove to Ning Lang my sincerity."
Hanyan straightened up, wiped his tears, leaned over and kissed his lips.
A pair of clear black and white eyes were filled with tears, looking at Ning Youan affectionately and intently like rainy pear blossoms.
Ning Youan was stung by the water in her eyes. Her watery eyes were like lake water with fallen pebbles, and the ripples spread out in circles, trapping him.
The word "no" reached my lips and I couldn't say it anymore.
Hanyan entered Ning's house as he wished.
No matter how secretive he was, if there was a big living person in the courtyard for no reason, the news would inevitably get out.
In the evening of the same day, Ning's father broke into Ning Youan's yard with a big stick, and without saying a word, he beat Ning Youan who was drinking with Yanyan in front of the flowers. After the beating, he still felt uneasy and took Ning Youan away.
I went to the ancestral hall and thought about it while facing the wall.
Facing the rows of ancestral tablets, Ning Youan's heart seemed to be hammered, and it kept beating.
If you think about it carefully, everything that happened in the past few days seems to be weird.
Although he is young enough, handsome enough, and rich enough, he can't be so obsessed with a woman in just a few days, right?
It would be fine if that woman was a simple girl who didn't know much about the world, but she was a charming brothel girl.
Who comes out of a brothel and is not an old fritter with a delicate heart?
Isn't he trying to trick others?
Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Ning Youan's forehead.
He originally wanted to go back to his room to find Hanyan and ask what was going on, but when he thought of the beauty crying with tears in his eyes, he couldn't bear it, so he changed his route and went to Qi's house.
Shen Qingqing and Meng Yuan were discussing Qi Sheng and Chen Bitian's next plan in the room. They thought that the Changping Lane incident had failed and they would attack others, but they never thought that several days had passed without any movement.
While they were talking, the voices of Ning Youan and the servants in the mansion could be heard outside. Shen Qingqing glanced along the window and saw the dirty look between Ning Youan's eyebrows, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
I thought to myself: Could it be that some people can’t keep their temper? This chapter has been completed!