Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 325 Not Sincerely

Thinking of the old man who would go to bed and train her every now and then, Feng Nuanyang felt a little apprehension, but it was only short-lived, after all, money is big.

"My lord, let's make a price." Feng Nuanyang was full of money, staring at the man opposite, with joy in his eyes.

"Meet me, 1 taels per minute, physical contact, 100 taels for touching hands, 1000 taels for hugging," Yun Mo smiled lightly, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face, but the words that came out of his mouth were very shrewd and kind. Cheesy: "Since the two of you are Nan Jin's friends, the money for this meeting will be free, but miss, your chin touched my hand just now, this counts as physical contact, 1 taels."

He spread out his hands directly, and looked at the opposite woman sincerely.

Feng Nuanyang pursed her lips, her fiery heart just now cooled down, she looked at the slender and fair hand, money is not easy to earn, thinking of the man's calm appearance on the surface, in fact he is more Anyone wants to come here, this kind of extreme entertainment is unbearable, so forget it.

"Don't think you're Xiangmomo, you touched me just now, I haven't asked you for money yet," Feng Nuanyang pouted dissatisfiedly, pulled Qin Ruixin back a few steps, and carefully looked at the man opposite .

"Sure enough, Miss is not sincere towards Yun Mo," Yun Mo showed a very disappointed expression, and took a few steps towards Feng Nuanyang.

Feng Nuanyang directly pulled Qin Ruixin back, and stretched out his hand to block it: "Don't come over, don't run into each other, I can't afford your sky-high selling fee!"

"Pfft..." The brocade-clothed man spat out a mouthful of water, reached out and took the handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth, and glanced meaningfully from top to bottom: "This body is indeed very precious."

"And I'm not interested in the ones used by men!" Feng Nuanyang stared at the two of them directly with ambiguous eyes: "Young Master Feng has given us favors, and we are not ungrateful people, so we should leave such a precious person to Young Master Feng alone. Keep it to yourself."

Feng Nuanyang squeezed his eyes, looking at the two very well-matched men, a teasing light flashed in his eyes.

Of course, Feng Nanjin knew what the Fuchun Pavilion was for. Talking about such a sensitive topic in such a sensitive place was really fascinating, and he regretted being here today.

Yun Mo was also very amazed at this girl's complicated mind, and felt that there would be something even more explosive if she continued like this, so she better keep her mouth shut.

Until Yun Mo finished painting, Feng Nuanyang was also very conscious, and didn't continue to speak, but sat obediently on the side.

After finishing the painting, Feng Nuanyang and Qin Ruixin were very satisfied with the painting in their hands, declined Feng Nanjin's invitation, and went out directly.

But I didn't expect that before I took a few steps, a woman with a dark face and a murderous look came towards me.

Ming Qiyue has been guarding the gate of Anbohou's Mansion for a few days, but she has never seen Feng Nuanyang. Now that she has lost her internal energy, she dare not go inside, so she can only leave unwillingly.

It's been a while, and I didn't expect to come here without any effort, and I met them on the street.

"I'll count one, two, three later, you and I will run separately." Feng Nuanyang smiled, but arranged in a low voice: "I'll wait for you at the herbal restaurant, if I haven't returned in two hours, you Go find Qianjue and save me."

Before Qin Ruixin could react, Feng Nuanyang directly handed her the painting, pushed Qin Ruixin away and ran wildly.

"Smelly girl, don't run away!" Ming Qiyue yelled, her voice full of anger, and she chased after Feng Nuanyang with murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)