The businesswoman counterattack: the prince is obediently pressed by me

Chapter 95 Talk
Like continuous drizzle hitting the face, lingering, the restless heart fell silent along with the music.

Hook, pick, complete in one go, and finally end with a hook, echoing the beginning hook.

Qianqianyu fingered the strings of the zither, and everyone was still immersed in the sound of the zither and couldn't extricate themselves.

Yun Zimo leaned on the railing, looked at the obsessed crowd below, and said with a light smile, "Xue Qin hasn't come out yet to greet all the guests."

Xueqin was not happy in her heart, but she still pretended to enjoy it, opened the gauze curtain, smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, leaned forward slightly, and made a bow.

"Adults. Good evening. Little girl Xueqin, isn't she the oiran of Le Liulou?" She was humble and polite, with a face as beautiful as a fairy, which fascinated everyone.

"What happened just now was all a misunderstanding. Our boss specially asked me to apologize for what she did earlier. I wonder if the guests are willing to forgive me." After speaking, Li Hua's rainy appearance appeared.

Seeing the beauty like this, everyone couldn't bear it, and they all said, "Don't cry, beauty, we all promise you."

Yun Zimo watched from above, and couldn't help admiring Xueqin's methods in his heart. No wonder the man asked Xueqin to help him, not only his face was deceiving, but even his heart was fake.

Looking around at the expressions of those people, he found that Qing Di hadn't left yet, and was still trying to disrupt Xueqin's plan. Yun Zimo licked the corners of his mouth, and an unconcealable smile spread.

"Young Master Qing."

Qing Di turned around and looked at Yun Zimo, he didn't realize when this person came to him.

"You're the one next to Boss Shang." Qing Di looked at him carefully, not knowing what he was going to do, and felt alert.

"Yeah." Yun Zimo showed a gentle and harmless smile, "I'm just a mere servant, Mr. Qing don't have to be so afraid."

"Really?" Even though he asked like this, Qing Di knew in his heart that a man standing beside Shang Bian, who could make Shang Bian listen to him and take into account his mood, would not be as simple as a servant.

Yun Zimo smiled and said nothing.

"Young Master Qing, how about sitting upstairs and drinking tea and listening to the first song?" Yun Zimo stretched out his hand to invite.

Ruyi hid behind Qing Di, peeked at Yun Zimo, and sighed in her heart how beautiful this person is.

Qing Di looked at the people around him, and immediately felt that it was difficult to breathe, maybe it would be good to go up to get some fresh air, and nodded, "Okay."

"Please." Yun Zimo walked in front, leading the way for them.

Shang Yan was lying on the bed, feeling a little sleepy just now, and was about to take a nap when he heard the sound of the door opening from next door.Aren't people not allowed to go next door?

Curiosity drove Shang Yan to get up with the quilt in his arms, and leaned against the wall to listen to the voice from the next door.

"Mr. Qing, please sit down." Yun'er's voice... followed by the sound of a bench rubbing against the floor, it should be Qing Di who sat down.

"Serve tea." It was still Yun'er's voice, the sound of pouring tea, pushing the cup to the other party, and putting the teapot away, and there was silence.

When Shang Bian was concentrating on listening to more, but there was no sound. It was like reading a script, when the plot was the most exciting, it suddenly ended.

It doesn't matter if it tickles people's hearts.

fall!If I don't play like this, I'd better go to sleep.

"Dare to ask your son's name?" Qing Di's voice pierced through the wall and reached Shang Bian's ears, and Shang Bian jumped back, leaning against the wall to eavesdrop.

"My surname is Yun, just one ink character." Yun Zimo responded politely.

"Young Master Yun."

"Young master is not a word, just call me Yun Mo." Yun Zimo smiled lightly.

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