Misidentifying his own father: the supernatural son, the spiritual doctor mother

Chapter 541 Yan Zimo Extra Story: It's not enemies who don't get together [2]

It was noon, and Yun Shu was taking a nap at the moment. This was a habit she had developed over the years, and she took an hour's rest every afternoon.

Yan Zi silently landed in front of her, looking at her fair and smooth cheeks, exquisite and beautiful facial features, at the moment she was covered with a silk quilt, sleeping soundly.

The so-called beauty lying on the couch is always the most beautiful sight, and Yun Shu is no exception.

Yan Zimo has seen countless beauties, but this one in front of her is indeed a top-notch beauty, but if she is said to be the most beautiful woman in the world, then Zi Yi, who was disguised as a woman, is not as good as this one.

Oiran, everyone wants to see it, it's okay to lie to men who have never seen the world in Wushuang City, but if they really go to the capital, they may not be so favored.

This woman is very smart, presumably she knows this, so she has stayed in Wushuang City.

The more she can't be invited, the higher her worth will be, so some people came here from the capital just to see her beauty.

It is said that she has never disappointed people, and she is also considered a leader in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

At this moment, Yan Zimo was sitting opposite her, admiring her sleeping posture, picked up the tea on the table by the way, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly drank it.

It is the top Mingqian Longjing. It is brewed with the morning dew and kept in a thermos. It can be drunk when you wake up. It is not bad.

"Ah, who are you?" There was a whisper from outside, it was Yun Shu's girl Chunxiang.

Yan Zimo looked at her leisurely: "You don't know who I am?"

The beauty on the bed woke up slowly, after the initial shock, her tone became calm: "Second Young Master Yan?"

Yan Zimo is a famous person in the city, and the brothel is the place with the best information. As the oiran of Cuifeng Pavilion, Yun Shu certainly knows Yan Zimo, even if he hasn't met him in person, he has seen many portraits.

　 Many women fell into lovesickness just looking at his portrait, and would not marry unless he was a king.

But Yun Shu has always kept his nose up at this. There are so many good men in the world, so why do you have to compete with others to be happy?
If someone is unlucky enough to marry Yan Zimo, half of his life will be exhausted to help him block the peach blossoms in the future.

What's more, if you choose too many men, you will inevitably get confused, and there is no perfect person in this world. When the shortcomings are gradually exposed after marriage, no one will know the result.

"Miss Yun Shu has good eyes." Yan Zi tacitly assumed that she had never seen him before, but it was really rare to recognize him at a glance.

Both of them were people with high eyesight, so he believed that Yun Shu would not yell like other women when he saw her.

But he forgot another location - Chunxiang.

"Second Young Master Yan, Second Young Master Yan, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she yelled, Yan Zimo strode forward and directly touched her Ya acupoint.

"Second Young Master's kung fu is really good." Yun Shu sat up, straightened his clothes slightly, didn't seem to mind that there was one more person in the room, walked to the table, and picked up the teapot to pour a cup of tea as usual.

"I'm sorry, I'm done." Yan Zimo felt a little apologetic when he saw that no drop was poured out from the spout, "I will pay you."

"No need, that's just for me to rinse my mouth." Yun Shu shook her hand, said calmly, and said to Chunxiang, "Don't bark, help me make a pot of good tea, I want you to It's for drinking, not for gargling."

Yan Zimo was in awe. The tea used to rinse his mouth was made of such expensive tea leaves. How rich is this Yun Shu?

(End of this chapter)