Chapter 434: How can you blame her for throwing arms at others?
He was a little anxious, so he got up and wanted to go downstairs to find her.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered something: How long has it been since he came to see her?
I felt relieved at the moment: I couldn’t help but want her to fall into the trap of prostitution, so how could I blame her for throwing herself into the arms of other guests?
To blame, of course I blame myself for ignoring this point.
At this moment, the door opened with a "squeak" sound.
Immediately, Leng Yiru, smelling of alcohol, flashed into view.
"Master Wen~~" She raised her voice, smiled coquettishly, and threw herself into his arms unsteadily.
"You drank too much!" Xuanyuan Wenqi pushed her away, his handsome eyebrows frowning more and more tightly.
"Haha, Master Wen~~" Yiru chuckled.
Regardless, he pounced on him again: "The slave family... is living in the world, how can we not... accompany the guests to enjoy themselves? Master Wen, the slave family... I'm telling you quietly, the slave family not only accompanies...
..When guests drink, I accompany them..."
She leaned close to his ear, whispered, and then smiled wildly.
After Xuanyuan Wenqi heard this, he immediately pushed her away in disgust.
Then he took out a stack of banknotes from his body, threw it on the table angrily, and coldly snorted: "Okay, I still understand the rules of the brothel. These are enough for you to regain your freedom."
After saying that, he resolutely walked around her and walked out.
The smile suddenly disappeared, and Yiru's eyes were filled with mist.
Just as he disappeared from her eyes, she said in a deep voice: "The princess has come to see me!"
"..." Xuanyuan Wenqi was startled and stopped.
He seemed to understand somewhat. Zhang Zhengya must have threatened Yiru, so she indulged herself like this.
He turned back, grabbed her shoulder, and said with excitement: "What did she tell you? Did she threaten you? She..."
You were shocked.
Helplessness filled his eyes, he sighed, and sat feebly in the warm chair.
The voice was distant and tired: "You...know my identity."
Yiru nodded, reached for the stack of banknotes on the table, handed it into his hand, and advised: "Prince, go back, and... don't come here again."