Shen Shen Shen doesn't pursue men, only money

Shen Shen was getting anxious. It was getting late, and she had to rush to the first floor to measure the wooden display cabinets she had drawn, which was very time-consuming.

Now, she could only sit here and drink tea and eat snacks. Mu Yejun would not leave, and the secret could not be known by the enemy, which made her anxious.

After thinking for a while, she turned her head and pretended to take the snacks beside Zhu Yanxiao. She quickly looked at Zhu Yanxiao with the back of her head facing Mu Yejun. Without making any sound, she only mouthed, "Hurry up and find a way to get him away."

Zhu Yanxiao didn't understand at first and stared at her. Shen Shenshen once again said with her lips: "Hurry up and find a way to get rid of him." After that, she quickly turned around and sat down, making herself look like she was enjoying the snacks.

Although Mu Yejun was exposed as the master behind the Fenying Hall, he didn't care. As if he was the master of Heyinlou, he looked at Shen Shen with a smile: "Shen Shen, I just said I would give you jewelry, but I gave all the money to Prince Zhu, so we can't give him a bargain. Choose one you like."

After saying that, he looked past the person in front of him, looked at Zhu Yanxiao and said, "My Lord, bring in your finest jewelry. I want to give it to my wife."

"You're welcome, I'm so nice." Shen Shen waved his hands and complained in his heart: Are you kidding me? I still dare to ask for your gift? Xiao Zhu will chop me up.

"Master Mu, don't worry about the Crown Prince's Consort. Please take back the silver."

"Madam, you must be embarrassed to accept your husband's gift because there are outsiders present. Well, since Burning Shadow Hall is an assassination organization, your ability to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard is still admirable. Or, I will help you choose it and send it directly to your boudoir later today, okay?"

"Mr. Mu, please respect yourself." Zhu Yanxiao felt something was wrong.

Mu Yejun is definitely someone who would do this.

"So, Prince Zhu, why don't you take out the jewelry for Madam to choose from?"

Zhu Yanxiao didn't move, staring coldly at Mu Yejun. At this moment, he suddenly felt murderous.

Here we go again. Destroy, really.

"How about this, I have a good idea." Shen Shenshen pretended to be excited and said, "Jewelry and the like are all illusory things. How about this, Huaibi, you don't have to bother choosing any jewelry, you can just give me the ten taels of silver, how about that?" After saying that, she rubbed her hands excitedly, with an expression like a smug villain.

Mu Yejun's smile froze on his face. He paused, and managed to maintain his smile: "Shenshen, your idea is very... unique."

"Manager He." Zhu Yanxiao ignored the two of them.

Ta-da! A middle-aged man in his forties with ordinary looks quickly entered the room and bowed politely: "What do you want, my lord?" The visitor was none other than He, the manager of Heyin Tower, who was known as "a soulmate hard to find".

"Have you found a box for the gold hairpin?"

"The villain is already installed."

"Bring it here."

Manager He immediately waved his hand towards the door, and a maid came in and handed over an exquisite wooden box containing a hairpin.

Zhu Yanxiao took it and said two simple words to Steward He and the maid who were still standing in the room: "Back off."

He then handed the wooden jewelry box made of fine wood and with exquisite carvings to Shen Shenshen.

"God, yours."

After saying this, he looked intentionally at the comb in her bun, with the corners of his mouth still raised.

Even though Shen Shenshen was mentally prepared, when he opened the wooden box, took out the double gold hairpins, and saw the inlaid oriental pearl, not only Shen Shenshen but also Mu Yejun leaned forward slightly.

The oriental pearl exudes a dense pearlescent light, and its dazzling brilliance shows its high value.

"Wow, so beautiful." Shen Shenshen had only seen such exquisite jewelry in museums in his previous life, and he could only drool through the glass.

Shen Shenshen had a bright and sincere expression, and said to Zhu Yanxiao with a burning gaze, "It seems very expensive. Ziyuan, are you really giving this to me?"

"Of course." Zhu Yanxiao took the gold hairpin from her hand with a smile, and with his other hand he took off the comb from Shen Shenshen's crescent-shaped bun, and inserted the Dongzhu double gold hairpins into the bun as if no one was around.

After inserting it, he looked at Shen Shenshen's face from a distance, nodded and praised: "Beautiful. The prince's wife is really beautiful." After that, he looked at the black-faced man over the golden hairpin: "Mr. Mu, the jewelry worth ten taels of silver is really not enough."

Mu Yejun stood up and glanced at the two people who were flirting with each other: "It doesn't matter. Prince Zhu has been with Shenshen for thirty days, and I have also been with Shenshen for thirty days. It all depends on your ability."

"Mr. Mu is really confident. Within the next thirty days, Shenshen will become the Crown Prince's consort, and the math classes in the next thirty days will be cancelled."

Mu Yejun bent down with a wicked smile on his face. He whispered softly in the ear of Shen Shenshen who had just picked up the teacup to drink tea: "Shen Shen, if you decide to marry Zhu Yanxiao within thirty days, it doesn't matter. I can also be your concubine."

"Puff. Cough, cough, cough, cough." Shen Shenshen spat out a mouthful of tea and choked on the tea and started coughing.

"Mistress?" Zhu Yanxiao frowned.

"Doesn't Master Zhu know? The God once told me that if I want to..."

Shen Shenshen jumped up and covered Mu Yejun's mouth with his hands, and smiled at Zhu Yanxiao: "Hahaha, Ziyuan, it's nothing, it's nothing, hahaha."

Mu Yejun had never had his mouth covered by anyone before, and he reflexively reached for the dagger in his sleeve. Then he smelled the clean scent of soap beans in the girl's hand in his nose, and he came to his senses.

The scent of Shenshen was different from all the scents of makeup he had ever smelled from his confidantes. It was clean and refreshing and addictive.

"God Shen, take your hands away from me." Zhu Yanxiao growled as he lost his patience.

"Oh." She immediately let go of Mu Yejun, put her hands behind her back, and stood upright and honestly.

Mu Yejun was reluctant to let go of the slightly cold hand, and looking at Zhu Yanxiao's extremely ugly face, he felt happy: "Shenshen, I really like you more and more. You must be my wife. Goodbye."

After saying that, Mu Yejun left the room without any regrets. Then the sound of footsteps faded away.

Only Zhu Yanxiao and Shen Shenshen were left in the room.

"Tell me, what's going on with the mistress?" Zhu Yanxiao looked at the person sitting in front of him with a cold face.

"Oh, Ziyuan, I'm hungry."

Well, a woman who acts like a spoiled child has the best fate. Shen Shen has a firm grasp on her.

"Then, Shenshen, what do you want to use?" Zhu Yanxiao said this, turning his head closer, staring at her lips and about to kiss her.

"Hey!" She hastily pushed Zhu Yanxiao away with both hands and said, "No, the door is not closed. I will be shy." Her voice was soft and enchanting.

Zhu Yanxiao resisted the urge to eat her up immediately, looked at the water leak, and saw that it was already noon, so he stood up and said, "Let's go, have lunch first, and then we can determine the size of those display cabinets after lunch."

Shen Shenshen stood up and followed him out.

When the two were about to go out one after the other, Zhu Yanxiao suddenly turned around, grabbed the girl who was following him, and pushed her behind the thick load-bearing pillar at the door.

This position was blocked by the pillars from everyone outside the door. He couldn't wait to lift her chin again, tilt her face, lower his head, and kiss her madly.

Shen Shenshen's head immediately started buzzing and her body was trembling with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around Zhu Yanxiao's waist and quickly entangled her lips and tongue with his in an infatuated and affectionate way.