"Miss Ming, sit down." Yang Shu said this and turned his attention to the market.
Mingwei took a look and saw a slim figure wearing a power fence, standing in front of a stall opposite the market, picking up handkerchiefs.
"My figure is a bit similar to yours," Yang Shu said, "But I'm definitely not as beautiful as you."
Ming Wei said: "Young Master Yang's way of praising others is so special."
"That's also because Miss Ming is very beautiful."
Mingwei was a little disgusted and said: "Young Master Yang, don't you smell anything special? For example, the smell of feet..."
The words "foot-picking man" immediately came to Yang Shu's mind, and he became the one who was disgusted.
There is a tea set on the table. Mingwei slowly makes tea for himself, then pours it and drinks it himself.
Whether it's tea or water, both are rare, and today she took advantage of them.
Mingwei put down the tea cup: "Mr. Yang, why don't you get down to business quickly? Miss Awan will be back in a moment. She doesn't seem to be happy about us being together."
"Miss Ming is really anxious." Yang Shu smiled and said, "Well, the beauty has spoken, why are you hesitating? After all, I have always been so compassionate."
With a push of his hand, the window closed.
The last thing anyone who stares at this window sees is him reaching out to hold the pair of catkins holding the teacup.
Tsk, it turns out that beauties will come.
She is also a beauty who has just lost her mother.
What a shameless couple, a match made in heaven!
As soon as the window was closed, Mingwei picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips the moment he was about to hold it.
Her expression was as natural as if she had meant to do it, instead of deliberately avoiding him.
Yang Shu found nothing and had to change his goal and go to get another cup of tea: "Whether you want to pick your feet or not, you are definitely not a big man."
"Why?"
"Too stingy." He said, "Do you know what is the first thing a man wants to do if he becomes a woman?"
Mingwei thought about it seriously: "Touch the chest?"
"Tsk-" Yang Shu laughed out loud, "You quite understand."
Mingwei raised his eyebrows and continued drinking tea.
"To extend it further, I just want to try what it feels like to be a woman."
The word "dang" obviously has a special meaning.
Mingwei said thoughtfully: "It makes sense."
Yang Shu's eyes were filled with affection, and he leaned over and lowered his voice: "Then let's try?"
His voice was deep, somewhere between a boy's and a man's, with a high-pitched tail that gave him a particularly romantic feel. He spoke in such a suppressed voice and at such a close distance that it made one's ears numb.
Mingwei stretched out her hand to rub her ears and said, "But if it were me, I would want to try another thing."
"Oh?" Yang Shu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her with a smile.
"If you become a woman, you will be of the same sex to other women, so they will definitely not be wary. Then, we can take a bath together or sleep together... By the way, Miss Ah Wan has been inseparable from me recently..."
Seeing Yang Shu's slightly changed expression, she laughed: "Young Master Yang, you don't have enough skills!"
Although it was a smile, there was a coldness in it. And the reply just now reminded him clearly: she was not happy, at least, she had no intention of joking with him like this.
Is it because of the death of Mrs. Mingsan?
Oh, by the way, she really regarded her as her mother.
My mother has recently died. It is very disrespectful to have sex with a man like this.
Thinking of this, Yang Shu straightened his expression and felt a little regretful in his heart.
When did he become so blind?
Because she was never regarded as Miss Mingqi from the beginning, so didn't you expect this?
still……
The door was knocked twice, and Ah Wan's voice sounded: "Young Master."
"Ahem, come in." He coughed to cover up his embarrassment.
Ah Wan had already ordered the food, and the chef in the restaurant was also quick. In such a short time, everything was ready, and a table full of hot and cold dishes and snacks was placed.
"Sir, this is the best peach blossom wine in Dongning. Please try it." Ah Wan poured the wine diligently.
Yang Shu smiled and said: "I'm going to reward you today, so don't wait on me. Just sit down and eat."
"You're welcome, slave!" Ah Wan sat down with a smile.
Yang Shu reached out and rubbed her head, his eyebrows gentle.
While their master and servant were talking, Mingwei had already moved his chopsticks.
She ate a piece of steamed fish, a few chopsticks of fried mountain delicacies, and finally drank a small bowl of mutton soup.
Yang Shu didn't take a few bites, but drank the wine slowly by himself.
Seeing her put down her chopsticks, he said, "Why, it doesn't suit your taste?"
Mingwei rinsed her mouth with tea: "Master Yang wants to see me today. Isn't it just to invite me to dinner?"
This is because I am impatient to socialize with him.
Yang Shu smiled and said, "Miss Ming is really anxious. We have a whole afternoon to talk slowly."
Mingwei shook his head but said nothing.
Yang Shu had no choice but to tell her clearly: "There are still people who haven't come yet, please wait."
Mingwei's eyes lit up: "Master Jiang?"
Yang Shu sighed: "You are happier to see him than to see me."
Just as she was about to open her mouth, he raised his hand to stop her: "Okay, stop talking, I don't want to humiliate myself."
Ming smiled: "Mr. Yang, you are much more pleasing to the eye than before."
Can't you just talk normally? You're just flirting with someone, just like a peacock.
Seeing her crooked smile, Yang Shu's brain twitched, and he said: "So Miss Ming likes serious people? Okay! Then I will be more serious from now on."
"..."
"Knock, knock!" The door knocked just in time, and Ah Xuan's voice came in, "Sir, we're here."
The door opened and it was Jiang Wenfeng who came in.
Mingwei stood up and saluted him: "Master Jiang."
Jiang Wenfeng looked a little tired, wondering if he had just withdrawn from the paperwork.
"Miss Ming." He responded gently.
Ah Wan stood up and said, "Master Jiang, please sit down for a moment. I am going to change the table."
Jiang Wenfeng waved his hand: "Miss Awan, please stop being busy, I have already eaten."
Ah Wan then said: "Then slave girl, go and change the pot of tea."
The table was removed, tea and snacks were replaced, and the three of them sat separately.
This was the first time that the three of them sat face to face.
"I came out during my lunch break and didn't have much time. To make a long story short," Jiang Wenfeng said, "The cause of Gengsan's death was very strange. His neck was broken by a sudden twist. I used to stay at the Ming family for two days under the pretext of
No clues were found where his bones were buried. I think over the past ten years, all the clues have been covered up. So, there is nothing I can do about it, Miss Qi, I can only look at yours."
Mingwei asked: "Geng San is the code name of this secret agent? Can I see his resume?"
Jiang Wenfeng looked at Yang Shu.
He has a higher official rank, but when it comes to the Imperial City Division, Yang Shu can make the final decision.
"Okay." Yang Shu seemed to have prepared it a long time ago, casually picking up the booklet on the small table and throwing it in front of her, "Imperial City Secretary Secret Records, after leaving this room, I hope Miss Ming will completely forget it.