Not to mention how Yang Bo threatened them afterwards, just saying that Zhuang Shuyi's terrible image at this time was enough to impress everyone.

You can't afford to offend.

Although many women in this era are rebellious, it is rare to see such strange things as Zhuang Shuyi. I just went to Changsan Hall without changing my face, but I even called a female gentleman.

"Your name is Aiyin? It's such an interesting name." Zhuang Shuyi wanted to enter the hall as a woman. To be honest, the madam was unwilling to do so, but she couldn't resist following Yang Bo.

A 100-yuan ticket is probably to let the evil ghosts in hell enter the door, and the madam is willing to do so. Moreover, Zhuang Shuyi clearly shows that it is not here to ruin the situation.

Zhuang Shuyi was not only here to smash the situation, but also supported him. Not only did he give rewards to the storyteller on the stage, he also surpassed the men and pointed the first one.

It is actually just a nice thing to say. To put it bluntly, they are all women who do the dirty things. It is naturally not uncommon for men to do some things, but the one who ordered them is a girl who is only sixteen or seventeen years old. To be honest, even the madam must be curious.

Zhuang Shuyi didn't ask her to listen to the corner of the wall, so she found someone to knock her out. For the sake of the 100-dollar ocean, the madam was not angry, and she walked away with a smile, waving her handkerchief and twisting her waist.

"How old are you?" Zhuang Shuyi kept asking questions, looking at the girl's clothes, jewelry on her head, and even the other person's sitting posture with great enthusiasm.

"Twenty-two." The woman had been lit candles by someone, and had been in the stage for a while. Now she is old and has only the ability to tell stories. Who would have thought she would fall in love with Zhuang Shuyi? She was also very embarrassed, and the handkerchief in her hand was almost stolen.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to do anything to you. It's just curiosity." Zhuang Shuyi tried to comfort her heart. "You are still so young. The boss lady said that you are old, and I thought you were how old you were."

"No. I am already the oldest in Yichun Pavilion. If I don't accept it anywhere else, it's because my mother is kind to take me in." Aiyin said soft and sweet. To be honest, it makes people feel very comfortable just by listening to her.

"That's it. She's obviously still very young." Zhuang Shuyi calculated that she is now sixteen, and in six years she will be twenty-two. But she felt that even if she is eighty-two, she would feel that she is very young. "By the way, you can tell me a story."

"What do you want to listen to in ladies?" Aiyin immediately breathed a sigh of relief after hearing her words.

"Sun Wukong makes a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace." Zhuang Shuyi said with a smile.

Everyone's legs and feet were weak and almost fell down. This lady was really surprisingly innovative. How could Shangyaozi listen to this? Most of them listen to some small Wu dialect songs or other inconvenient oral lyrics and songs.

But thinking about it, the wife couldn't listen to that. The boss's face is almost as gray as the bottom of the pot. If this continues, they will probably be the ones who will suffer. Therefore, no one dares to speak out for fear of being noticed.

Zhuang Shuyi listened to the storytelling in Yichun Pavilion for an afternoon, and it was still the most just "Journey to the West". There were too many things happening this day. As Zhuang Shuyi listened, he fell asleep leaning against Yang Bo and started to snore.

"Liuliu, can we go home and sleep well?"

"Yeah, A Nian, go home."

Zhuang Shuyi was sleeping so well that he could even answer the conversation in his sleep, but his breathing did not change at all, which was extremely stable. Yang Bo smiled and stroked her running hair, carried her up, and went home.

Yang Bo tilted his head and listened to the sound of her breathing. He felt that his heart was full of this girl. It seemed that nothing else was important except happiness.

This girl is only as quiet as she falls asleep.

Zhuang Shuyi dreamed again. It was still the Yongning River that could only flow in her dreams now. But this time it was different. She didn't feel heartbroken. She seemed to be sitting on a small boat and let the waves take her to the distance.

My father and mother stood on the shore, but instead of waving hoarsely, she waved to her with a smile, as if she was saying goodbye to her. She also reached out and waved at them desperately.

Dad and Mother, it seems that my daughter is going to go far. But she will definitely go back. No matter how far or hard it is, she will definitely go back.

She will definitely go home.

When he woke up from his dream, Zhuang Shuyi was still very dazed, but there was a smile on his lips. This should be considered a beautiful dream, a long-lost dream.

Zhuang Shuyi slowly sat up. It was already dark. A Nian was not here either. Was she in the study? She put on her slippers and went to the study. But unexpectedly, she did not find the person she wanted to find. She was a little disappointed, but she was not so strong.

Perhaps because he had just woken up, Zhuang Shuyi was too lazy to leave, so he lit the light in the study and took the book and started reading. Anyway, he would come to find her. Even if he didn't sleep in the same bed with her, A Nian would definitely go and take a look at her before going to bed.

"Liuliu, what are you looking at?" Yang Bo went to the bedroom and found that she was not there, so he was frightened. Fortunately, the light in the study was on, so he didn't immediately go crazy.

"Nothing." Zhuang Shuyi panicked and stuffed the book into the innermost part of the bookshelf, smiling and changing the topic. "A Nian, I'm hungry."

Yangbo knew that she had a terrible heart at first glance, and he didn't say anything. He cooked a bowl of clear water for her, drizzled with seaweed and shrimp skin, drizzled with soy sauce, vinegar and sesame oil, and stirred it into a midnight snack.

Not to mention Yangbo fooling Zhuang Shuyi, this is one of Zhuang Shuyi's favorite midnight snacks. Because the taste is a bit like Yongning. Although they are all Haicheng, the fresh and salty sea water is always slightly different. For Zhuang Shuyi, it is probably the only seaweed and shrimp skin in the entire Shanghai.

Some food tastes good, while others eats memories.

Zhuang Shuyi killed a bowl of Haiwan with satisfaction, and then he touched his stomach and went back to the bedroom to sleep. Yang Bo stayed beside her until she fell asleep again before leaving.

Although people have privacy, even if it is so good that they are as good as Zhuang Shuyi and Yangbo, they are almost wearing a pair of pants to go out. At least Yangbo dares not say that he is completely honest. He dares not.

But until Liuliu hid something from him, Yang Bo was still a little curious. No, it was not so much curiosity, but rather being exclusive.

He quietly lit the lamp in the study and flipped through it one by one on the bookshelf. Yang Bo hasn't paid attention to it for a long time. After all, Liuliu has a lot of reading, so he can't catch up with the guy like him who fishes for three days and runs on the net for two days, even if he has worked very hard.

Because Yang Bo doesn't want to have one day in the future, because he is too ignorant, Liuliu feels that he doesn't understand the other party enough or is not attractive enough.

"I'll just go through three more books. It's midnight. If you don't sleep, you won't get up tomorrow to accompany me out." Zhuang Shuyi suddenly appeared at the door, and almost screamed Yang Bo and threw away the book in his hand.

"Liuliu... Why are you getting up? Do you want to drink water? Don't read books in the middle of the night." Yangbo tried hard to hide it. After all, if Liuliu knew what she was thinking, she would have to be angry.

"I won't be angry. I'm not careful." Zhuang Shuyi said as if he saw through his thoughts. Then he came forward and pulled out the book he had hidden. "Here, read it. You want to read it yourself. I will ignore you if you regret it later. By the way, the row behind is full of it."

After saying that, Uncle Zhuang left with a timid voice, and finally hesitated to run back, pecking his lips hard. "Idiot A Nian." He ran away quickly again, and Yang Bo couldn't even stop him.

He had no choice but to lower his head to read the book and find an answer by himself. This answer made him very confused.
Chapter completed!