When he was stunned, the door of the opera garden had been closed.
"Shen Tushao, if you dare to climb over the wall, I will accuse you of adultery against a married woman."
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"Ruo'er, then I'll come see you tomorrow." Shen Tushao touched his nose nonchalantly, gave up the idea of climbing over the wall, and then left the opera house.
In the Chunhui Pavilion of Maple Grove Villa, Sikong Xuan listened to his subordinate's report, with anger flashing in his eyes. Then he coldly ordered: "Let Shao come see me."
After a while, Shen Tushao appeared at the door, looking at the man who was looking at the account book with helplessness in his eyes.
"Master Xuan, today is your special day, can't you take a rest?"
Sikong Xuan raised his head, glanced at him, and then returned his eyes to the account book.
"Shao, have you been lost by that woman? Have you forgotten the blood debt you bear?"
"Master Xuan, Ruo'er, she is not who we thought she was."
"Really? What kind of person is she?"
Shen Tushao looked at him and raised his eyebrows, with sarcasm in his eyes, and sighed helplessly.
"Young Master Xuan, you will see people's hearts over time."
"Shao, are you contradicting yourself? It seems that you can easily see her heart after meeting her no more than five times?"
A bright smile appeared on Shen Tushao's face, and that smile made Sikong Xuan feel inexplicably angry.
"Young Master Xuan, I have never seen a woman like her. She has a certain temperament that attracts me inexplicably and makes me trust her."
Sikong Xuan's eyes became colder, and then he clenched his fists and said, "Shao, do you want those old foxes to have their way? Don't you think that woman is approaching you intentionally?"
Shen Tushao knew that changing his mind would not be a matter of a moment, so he then said: "Young Master Xuan, don't worry, I have not forgotten the blood debt I bear."
Before turning around and leaving, he said one more sentence: "That night, Ruo'er gave me the Zhen family's account book."
Sikong Xuan was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "That's just her plan."
Shen Tushao looked at him deeply, and then said: "Young Master Xuan, we both know whether this is a plan or not. I don't want an innocent woman to be implicated because of hatred."
Looking at the departing figure, Sikong Xuan was stunned, and then his eyes flashed coldly, no one in the Zhen family is innocent.
However, what methods did this woman use to make Shentu Shao, who always regarded women as dirt, care so much?
Thinking about it, he looked at Liyuan, bloodlust flashing in his eyes.
It was late at night, and the streets of Fengcheng were still very lively with people coming and going.
Furong Garden is the most famous brothel in the Windy City. It's spring in March, and all the flower girls are standing at the door in scantily clad clothes, ogling the passers-by.
Looking at familiar passers-by, they would make fun of them and pull them inside.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a round belly just appeared outside the Furong Garden and was greeted by the flower girls at the door.
"Master Zhen, you are here. Please come inside. Please come inside."
Zhen Fugui scratched the crotch of the heavily made-up madam a few times, eliciting a burst of coquettish laughter from the other party, before walking towards the second floor.
When I got to the second floor, I hugged the two young and beautiful girls who were walking towards me and entered the box.
As soon as he entered, he felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange. The two people sitting there stared at him fiercely, as if they wanted to eat him alive.
Zhen Fugui looked at them confusedly and sat down.