While Chen Mu was holding a cotton towel, he wiped the water stains on his face, while looking around at the simple and elegant decorations in the house.

The cotton towel has a faint fragrance, which must be used exclusively for women.

This is a very clean room.

It can be seen that the hostess is very clean, the room is spotless, and there is not even a casual cloth towel outside, giving people a sense of comfort.

"Official...Official..."

The woman who had just poured him all over the water walked up to him timidly, holding a brand new dress in his hand, lowering her head and lowering her eyebrows.

Chen Mu glanced at him and laughed: "I really plan to let me change my clothes."

The woman named Yinlian had a layer of glow on her pink cheeks and she whispered: "This is my family... the clothes of my deceased brother are somewhat suitable for the official."

"No need, I'm afraid that it will take about half an hour to change the clothes, and then I will have to support the wall."

Chen Mu refused.

The woman was nervous with a pair of watery apricot eyes, a little confused, not knowing whether it was really not understood or false.

"Hong Dalang hasn't come back yet?"

Chen Mu walked around the room and observed it casually.

Anemone shook her head lightly: "Dalang usually comes back until the end of You hour (about 7 pm)."

There is more than half an hour left...

What is this girl hinting at me?

Chen Mu picked up a gilded ingot dedicated to the God of Wealth and weighed it a few times, and asked, "I heard that you were a brothel girl before."

“…”

The woman held her clothes lightly with her jade hands and didn't say anything.

Obviously this is a past event that she doesn't want to mention.

Chen Mu continued to ask: "Which brothel is it?"

"Yixiangyuan."

Yinlian was silent for a moment, her jade lips opened lightly, and her hair was drooping with moisture, covering half of her face, and she couldn't see her emotions clearly.

Click!

The golden ingot was thrown on the table at will, and the woman frowned.

Chen Mu knocked on the wall next to him, walked to the door of a room and asked, "Is this a bedroom? There should be no hidden man."

The woman's face turned red and she was a little annoyed: "Officials don't talk nonsense."

"Then can I go in and take a look?"

"..." The woman said nothing.

Chen Mu thought the other party agreed and opened the door. It caught his eye. The woman had just finished taking a shower.

The room was filled with a steamed smell mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

In addition, the room is quite neatly arranged, and although there are no extra decorations, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

While Chen Mu was observing the bedroom, Yinlian put the gold ingot back to its original position.

Just as I was about to leave, I found that the gold ingot was somewhat offset, so I adjusted it for a while before coming behind Chen Mu: "Official, are you... going to search?"

"No, just take a look, even if you want to search, it will search your body."

Chen Mu's smile was a bit rude.

The woman's face was as red as a cloud of clouds, and she said softly: "...Stop joking, if outsiders hear it... it will cause trouble to the official."

"There are still outsiders here? Didn't you say there is no one?"

“…”

"Haha, just kidding."

Chen Mu looked around roughly, closed the room and returned to the living room. After glanced at the gold ingots that were placed, he asked, "Does Hong Dalang abuse you on weekdays?"

Domestic violence?

Women don't understand why.

Chen Mu pointed to his arm that was exposed outside his sleeve: "Don't say that the scars on it were caused by you."

Yin Lian subconsciously covered her sleeves, bit her pink lips lightly, and then smiled bitterly after a moment, "I am not a serious woman, so it is normal to be beaten, but Dalang is still very nice to me."

"How much money did he spend to buy you."

Chen Mu came to the kitchen, his eyes were like a scanner, with no missing from top to bottom.

Then squat down to check the meat filling in the basin.

pork.

Only pork stuffing.

Hearing Chen Mu's question, Yinlian's pretty face turned pale, a little self-deprecating appeared in her eyes, and she said quietly: "Two hundred taels of silver."

"It's quite rich." Chen Mu pulled the corner of his mouth.

"My husband..."

"With your appearance, it's a bit less than 200 taels in this place in the capital." Chen Mu interrupted her, not sure whether he was praising or mocking her for a moment.

The woman lowered her head: "I'm just a body of a broken flower and a willow, how much can it be worth."

"No, in my eyes, you are a daughter."

Chen Mu picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board and smelled it, staring at the woman with a smile. "I didn't mock you, I said it was my heart."

The dark yellow light shone through the pane on the handsome man's face like a sculpture, as if coated with a blurred halo.

A warm smile hung on the corner of his lips.

A pair of eyes are like ancient ink in the inkstone, reflecting the charming figure of a woman.

Yinlian was stunned for a moment, her face turned rosy.

Chen Mu put down his kitchen knife, walked to the table in the living room to pick up the tea made by the woman, and exclaimed: "He is a good woman who manages the family, Hong Dalang is blessed."

Looking at the peach powder slightly rising from the woman's cheeks, Chen Mu suddenly stepped forward.

The latter was so scared that he quickly retreated until his back pressed against the wall, and had nowhere to go. He looked at Chen Mu who was pressing into his eyes in panic:

"Official, don't...don't do this."

She was still holding her brand new clothes, her slender fingers were slightly tight and white.

The wet and undried hair sticks to the white forehead, with a bit of pity and charm, which can easily arouse men's fire.

"Is Anemone your original name?"

Chen Murumo's eyes were shining with a clear light, and a charming smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

The man's warm breath lingers on her cheeks, causing the woman's heart to beat faster. Her voice sounds like a mosquito: "Yes."

"What's your last name?"

“…Pan.”

Chen Mu: "??"

Looking at the woman's body that seemed to be trembling slightly because of fear, Chen Mu's eyes were unstable. He suddenly picked up the teacup and slowly poured the warm but not hot tea into the woman's neck.

The woman shuddered and stared at him with wide eyes, her eyes full of shame and anger.

"You splashed me all over, I'm right to go back."

Chen Mu smiled.

The woman bit the pink lips, and the shame and annoyance in her eyes faded a little: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"I didn't mean it either."

Chen Mu supported one hand on the wall on the side of a woman's brain, forming a classic wall-to-punch scene that is common in film and television dramas.

He leaned into the woman's ear and deliberately lowered the magnetic voice: "Do you believe it?"

Anemone's pink ears turned pink, and she seemed to be a little uncomfortable. She shrank her neck and whimpered in her throat: "I...I...I...I believe."

This woman.

Something interesting.

In an instant, Chen Mu returned to the situation he often encountered in a bar in his previous life.

I miss you very much.

The smile that stayed at the corner of the man's lips became more and more gloomy, and one hand slowly placed on the woman's slender waist...

Yinlian's delicate body trembled slightly, and she was panicked for a moment, then she closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes."

The man's voice is gentle and domineering.

Yinlian opened her eyes.

In a panic, a trace of emptiness remained.

Chen Mu raised her chin with one hand, gently rubbed her thumb and index finger, feeling the tenderness of her skin, and slowly lowered her head.
To be continued...