There are always so many sexes every day

When Murong Ang and two entered the room, Song Huanhuan knew that the two of them must have something to discuss, so he was not in a hurry and moved slowly to the kitchen.

On the way, I met Jin Huan again.

Song Huanhuan: "...Brother, why do you always come out to hang out during the day when you don't sleep?" Don't cause trouble by wandering to places you can't go...

Jin Huan said shyly: "I went to your room to look for you, but you were not here, I just wanted to thank you for helping me."

Song Huanhuan licked her face and looked at the sky, trying to suppress the little pride in her heart, and waved her hands, "It's okay, it's okay, saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, besides, we are good friends, so we should help you."

Jin Huan's eyes lit up: "Are we good friends?"

Song Huanhuan patted Jinhuan on the shoulder and said boldly: "Of course, we both went through thick and thin together, and we will be good buddies from now on."

Jin Huan was taken aback by Song Huanhuan, and nodded foolishly, "Yes, good buddy!"

Song Huanhuan looked relieved, looking at the child, how pure and natural~

"One more thing..." Jin Huan looked at Song Huanhuan and hesitated to speak.

"Huh?" Song Huanhuan grabbed Jin Huan's shoulders, and the two walked slowly.

Jin Huan looked worried: "It will be a month in a few days, are you still going to pick up customers?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and then slapped his forehead. There were so many things going on recently, but he forgot about this matter. This is a major issue related to his chastity in the future!

Thinking about it carefully, the curator doesn't seem to have mentioned anything about this matter.

Jin Huan said: "I think you should go directly to the curator's father and ask, as long as you can't go, don't go, after all, it will be easier to leave here in the future." Speaking of this, Jin Huan was a little disappointed.

Song Huanhuan blinked: "Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Jin Huan shook her head: "It's fine."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Song Huanhuan stopped asking.

The two separated, and Song Huanhuan walked to the kitchen. Before entering the door, Mr. Fang came out with a medicine Gu.

"Mr. Fang," Song Huan welcomed him, and said, "The curator's father asked me to see if the medicine is cured."

Mr. Fang just nodded coldly, and Song Huanhuan didn't mind. The medicine was only passed through the hands of two people. One was Mr. Fang who was in charge of making the medicine, and the other was Mr. Mu.

Song Huanhuan knew that Mr. Fang didn't like her, so she didn't make a sound, but followed him silently. He still wanted to go back to serve others.

Mr. Mu sat across from Murong Ang and began to report the situation in the church.

"The rebellion in the church has been quelled the day before yesterday, and the traitor has been caught. Waiting for the leader's ruling, the people in Baidao Martial Arts will be expelled early. Leader, when will you go back to take charge of the overall situation?"

Murong Ang played with the teacup in his hand, and said calmly: "There are Mu Ershu and the others in the teaching, so don't worry."

Mr. Mu frowned: "But it's not safe here, your injury can only be completely healed if you go back."

Murong Ang smiled: "Uncle Mu, you don't have to worry so much, no one will know that I'm here, besides, you know what happened to my injury, and it's useless to go back, but you..."

"what?"

"When does Uncle Mu plan to return to Islam? You have been away for more than ten years."

Mr. Mu was taken aback for a moment, turned his head away from looking at Murong Ang's face, and said: "When I left, I already said that I would not go back, it's not bad to stay here."

Murong Ang said: "At the beginning when Uncle Qi disappeared suddenly, you went crazy, and now you can only rely on poison to maintain your body, you..."

"Don't say any more, I won't go back." Mr. Mu stood up and interrupted Murong Ang's words, and closed his eyes fiercely to suppress the sourness in his heart.

"Alas..." Murong Ang sighed, but didn't mention it anymore.

The two were silent for a long time, Murong Ang suddenly smiled and said: "Uncle Mu, the young man you found for me is an interesting person."

Mr. Mu looked at Murong Ang, but didn't understand why he suddenly said that.

"It's also good to relieve boredom."

Mr. Mu rubbed his fingers, thinking about the meaning of his words.

Suddenly, the two looked at the door together, and after a while, they heard footsteps, one light and one procrastinating.

"Master Seventh, Mr. Mu, the medicine is here."

"Come in."

Mr. Fang opened the door and went in, followed by Song Huanhuan. Just as he was thinking about it, he was squatting at the door when he heard a sentence from the room: "Get out."

Song Huanhuan was startled, and walked into the house, and then...he really rolled in...

"Ouch……"

Mr. Mu: "..."

Song Huanhuan looked at the feet in front of her in a daze, and looked up, and saw Mr. Mu with a livid face staring at him unkindly.

Song Huanhuan got up with a flattering smile, and apologized while rubbing her back and hissing in pain: "I'm sorry, I forgot to lift my foot..."

After taking the medicine, Mr. Fang bowed and went out, so there were three of them left in the room.

Song Huanhuan swallowed, feeling that the atmosphere was not harmonious, so she stepped back and stared at her toes without daring to say a word.

Murong Ang drank the medicine, rinsed his mouth, and asked: "What day is it today?"

Mr. Mu said: "It's the end of the month."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Huanhuan and said, "I remember you turned eighteen on the 28th of this month."

Song Huanhuan nodded, and then understood something in an instant, and her face was full of excitement in an instant.

Murong Ang said: "This is full eighteen, what else is there to say?"

Mr. Mu probably sensed Song Huanhuan's gloomy little thoughts, and couldn't help but smile a little on his face: "It's time to go out to pick up customers when it's eighteen."

Song Huanhuan bowed her head, and vowed in her heart that she would crush the curator who had been pushing him into the fire pit to death!

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile on his face: "Really?"

Mr. Mu nodded: "Although eighteen is a bit big, there are always people who like bigger ones."

Song Huanhuan gritted her teeth, and just discussed in front of him, do you think I'm dead?

"This Ming Huan is pleasing to the eye. Someone has already asked me for someone..." Mr. Mu's words were purely for Song Huanhuan to hear.

Song Huanhuan was taken aback, someone came to ask him?Could it be... Qing Yu?

Song Huanhuan raised his head and glanced at the two cautiously. Seeing Mr. Mu's stern eyes, he became agitated, and hurriedly said: "Ming Huan obeys the curator's father's orders. It's a small blessing to serve the Seventh Young Master here."

Murong Ang suddenly said: "Since the matter has already been settled, there is no need to push it."

Mr. Mu nodded yes.

Song Huanhuan was completely forced, this really forced him to pick up the guests!

When Song Huanhuan returned to the room in the evening with all kinds of loss and aches all over, he saw Qingzhu standing at the door with a very serious face.

Song Huanhuan walked over and squeezed the green bamboo flesh and said, "Why is it so good to wait here, young master? I will come, walk around, and go in."

Qingzhu grabbed Song Huanhuan's clothes and said, "My lord, you can't be angry later."

"Angry? Why am I angry?" Song Huanhuan looked confused.

Qingzhu sighed: "Master, you... oh..."

After Song Huanhuan entered the door, he realized why Qingzhu made him not angry.

Looking at the clothes and jewelry piled up on the table, Qing Zhu wrung her fingers and said, "This is from the curator's father, who said it will be worn for you that day."

Veins appeared on Song Huanhuan's face, and he was angry in his heart. Did he need to remind him so early to pick up customers? !There are still days! ! !

"My lord, there is another box here, which was also delivered together." Qingzhu said, and took a wooden box and put it in Song Huanhuan's hand.

Song Huanhuan opened it and was instantly embarrassed.

A box of ointment and XX equipment...

Closing the box with a "snap", Song Huanhuan had a grim expression on his face: "Murong Ang! I will remember you guys! I curse you to have no children or grandchildren in this lifetime!!!"

"My lord, the person who brought the things left a message."

"Say."

"The man said, the things here are the best, and you'd better use them for the next few days, or you won't be able to stand them..." Qingzhu's voice gradually dropped, and the young master's expression was terrifying~

Song Huanhuan's chest heaved sharply, just when Qingzhu thought he was about to get angry, Song Huanhuan suddenly whispered: "Qingzhu."

"Yes?"

"Put everything away, and you can rest too."

"Son..."

"Go ahead, dear."

Qingzhu looked at Song Huanhuan worriedly, then packed up her things and left.

As soon as the door was closed, Song Huanhuan squatted down on the ground as if he lost his strength. Now he suddenly realized how wise the real Ming Huan's choice was.

He had always treated this matter as a joke before, just because he was too afraid to think about it, but when he was really forced to face this matter, Song Huanhuan suddenly felt that he really had no escape way.

When he survived in Ming Huan's place, he was already destined to bear this matter for him, and if he got something, he would definitely give something.

If the former him still thought about running away when the time came, he would have to give up after going through so many things. It is not a good thing to think too much about it, and it is even worse to say it after thinking about it!

Murong Ang will not let him go, and Mr. Mu will not let him go...

Song Huanhuan blinked, got up from the ground, and thought with a wry smile, then go pick up the guests... After picking up the guests, you don't have to be a servant, which is also a kind of liberation.

Song Huanhuan patted her face and cheered herself up, there will always be a way!

Perhaps it was because he kept thinking about this matter in his heart, so after going to bed at night, Song Huanhuan...had a dream...

The two kissed fiercely, caressed and entangled each other...

Song Huanhuan raised her ankle around the man's waist, chased after the man's kiss, actively entangled, brushed the man's long hair away, and then...

"what--"

Song Huanhuan woke up with a start, felt her throbbing little heart, and cursed: "Damn it! Why is it him!"