Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Jiang Yucheng has become accustomed to his temper, and immediately turned to ask the two top women, "Rouge, Qingyun girl, what do you guys?"

Rouge is a gorgeous beauty, and his words and demeanor all carry the charm of the bones. A smile can hook up the souls around him. "When you return to the son, you can have more slaves. You have to see what the son wants to see."

Compared with the gorgeous rouge, the rhyme is beautiful and unparalleled, but the whole body is accompanied by a pitiful watery smell. Plus, she is younger and the voice is very delicate. "The slave will play the piano."

She spoke on her mouth, and the eyes were ashamed and sly, and the meaning was self-evident.

Jiang Yucheng can also see it naturally. He smiled and said, "My brother, I don’t get much with women in the weekdays. Qingyun girl, you can bear a lot more."

Rouge with a smile, "Gongzi, let's go upstairs, it's inconvenient here, the minions have a few talents to show you."

Weng frowns, just wants to turn around and leave, he was dragged by Jiang Yucheng, and he whispered to him. "Come on, you don't even touch the girl, you have to give a face, no. Give them to me too."

In his heart, he did not care. This is Baixianglou. Even if it is a man with the best strength, he will not surrender if he encounters Wenxiang Yunyu.

Waiting for the elegant room on the second floor, Qing Yun took the hand to sing the piano, and the rouge changed a red dress, revealing the white arm, and began to dance with the music.

Jiang Yucheng couldn't see his eyes, his throat rolled slightly, and he had already been smashed. Under the deliberate seduce of rouge, it was full of blood.

Qing Yun is wearing a veil and playing the piano on a weekday. Today, she broke the case. She looked up and looked at the handsome black man, and the hope in her eyes slowly fell.

The other person’s gaze was not on her, and she lowered her eyebrows and wondered what she was thinking.

Qing Yun stayed in this Baixiang Building for several years. The guests coming and going have seen a lot of them. I can see at a glance that this black man clearly has a sweetheart in his heart.

Her heart was sour and sour, but she was touched by the rouge on the way.

Qing Yun stunned and understood what she meant.

Regardless of the identity of the guests, it is their duty to just please them. If they are in their eyes, even a short period of warmth is good.

"Rouge girl and Qingyun girl are not only beautiful, but even talent is so good. I am a good man, how can I be a good man." Jiang Yucheng laughed happily, and licked the rouge in his arms. Drink the wine she sent.

Rouge smiled softly. "The son has been praised, and the slaves are ugly, but they don't want to be disgusted."

The rhyme of this car stepped on the side carefully and stepped on it, whispering, "Can the son drink alcohol?"

Hearing the man, he looked at her and shook his head.

"The son is a person from the capital?" Qing Yun said again, for fear of provoke the other party to dislike, deliberately keep the distance.

It’s awkward, “Exactly.”

He smelled the scent of the other person and frowned slightly.

Different from the nine sisters, let his heart irritate for no reason.

Smell the people, the nine sisters?

Now, in the past six years, I don’t know how she looks like this. Does the body have any serious problems, and does the person bring back the medicine to drink? Does it.. remember his five brothers?

The thoughts in my heart grow like madness, and the smell of people can't suppress the feeling that the heart is invaded, and the look between the eyebrows becomes more and more depressed.

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