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Chapter 1989 I can't make a move

The next day, the prince booked a private room in Hongfu Restaurant. He took Baozilang and glutinous rice dumpling wolf Nuomilang there, as well as Coca-Cola Qixi's brain axe, which was kept in the palace, and he also took him there.

He did not use his own people, but asked Zhou Mao to invite Qin Er and a few gangsters he had made friends with. Naturally, they were the same gangsters who had made trouble in the workshop that day.

Now that Zhou Mao was an official, his status was different. When the Qin family saw an official looking for him, they said they were going to Hongfu Restaurant to discuss matters, so they immediately followed him.

He thought that the controversy that had arisen in Beijing recently had made the Holy One aware of it. The Holy One felt that the officials were unfair in handling matters, so he sent someone to deal with it.

Thinking that he is about to meet a bigger official, he feels very excited. Who said he has no future? When he reaches a high official position, and will also seek an official position in the future, which woman from Beijing will he not want?

However, speaking of it, he had seen so many little girls and slept with them a lot, but none of them were as beautiful as the little girl in the workshop. Her pure and delicate face and slender figure made people think about it day and night, and they wished they could take her back.

Only a few days of unbridled love can quench the hunger and thirst in my heart.

When he went to Hongfu Restaurant, he was still thinking about it. When he arrived at the door of the restaurant, he saw his little brothers also coming. He was a little surprised, but his mind was thinking about drinking and sex, and he had no time to think about too complicated problems, so he

Went in laughing and joking with them.

When they entered the private room, Zhou Mao closed the door and stood guard outside.

Mr. Qin and others entered the private room and saw Mr. Ruyu sitting and drinking tea with a calm expression.

The young master was dressed in brocade and white clothes, and his demeanor was graceful and noble. Young Master Qin had seen noble people, but he also felt that he was not comparable to ordinary people, so his attitude became respectful.

"I don't know if the young master is..."

The prince looked at them, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, with a dark light floating, "I heard that Mr. Qin met a woman in the wood carving workshop a few days ago and wanted to take her as his concubine. Is there such a thing?"

Mr. Qin was still thinking about this when he came. When he heard him talk about it, and saw that the other person was similar to him in age, he must have the same interests, so his eyes lit up and he went over to pull out the chair to sit down.

But he heard some strange sounds coming from behind a large screen, like breathing. He was startled, but he heard the young man say: "My pet is behind the screen."

Hearing that she was a pet, Mr. Qin felt that he was the same as this young man, and he said with joy: "Young Master, when you talk about that little beauty, you must have seen it before. She is indeed a superb figure. I have tasted so many women, but nothing like this."

The beautiful one, unfortunately, is a violent one. I was hit by her and injured my head, but it didn’t bother me. The more violent it is, the funnier it is. I will want her later..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man in front of him interrupted him and said in a very calm tone, "The woman you are talking about is my fiancée."

Mr. Qin immediately jumped up, and looked at each other with the buddies behind him, a little surprised, but suddenly angry, he slapped the table and said angrily: "So, you want to seek revenge from us? Just you? That's it.

On your own?"

The prince drank the cup of tea calmly and calmly. He placed the cup gently on the table and slowly raised his head. He also stood up. He looked elegant and elegant, and he obviously did not look like he was seeking revenge.

He looked at Mr. Qin and smiled, "I won't fight with you. Please sit down first. I'll go out and order the food and wine to be served. I want to have a good drink with you and settle this matter."

Mr. Qin snorted, "I guess you know the current affairs. That little girl hurt my head and she wants to settle the score. Since you know how to set up the wine table and reconcile, I will give you a face."

The prince bowed his hands and saluted, "Sit down first, I will be back soon."

He walked straight over, opened the door, walked out, and closed the door again.

In the private room, the screen fell down, and three ferocious snow wolves rushed out. Two tigers stood behind, and only screams and screams could be heard, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The prince stood outside the door, his eyes were cold and stern, and his face seemed to be filled with cold air, which made people look intimidating.

Zhou Mao asked worriedly: "Will anyone be killed?"

After all, he is a minister of the Eastern Palace and a minister of the Northern Tang Dynasty. These evil people must be punished according to law, and lynching is wrong.

The prince looked outside, but there was still no warmth in his eyes. "It will hurt and hurt, but it won't kill you. They are well-trained and know how to measure."

"You won't eat them, right?" Zhou Mao was still worried.

The prince looked at him and said expressionlessly: "They are picky eaters, and scum won't eat them."

Zhou Mao thought so. After all, it is a royal beast. How could it eat any scum?

The screams continued, but gradually became lower, and the prince said slowly: "Call the doctors to come in. If they are late, they will bleed to death. After the bleeding is stopped, send them home to collect the consultation fee.

After another two days of recuperation and their injuries are stabilized, they will be arrested and brought back to find out what evil deeds they have done."

If they are brought back now, the yamen will have to find a doctor for them, so it is not worth the money.

"Yes!" Zhou Mao quickly went.

The kind-hearted prince left with his hands behind his hands in the faint warm sun.

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