"I'll do it for you."

Song Beiyun drank the most expensive wine, ate roast chicken and braised duck, and raised his oily fingers to start settle accounts for Zuo Rou.

"You told me that you are a widow, so that's the case."

Zuo Rou turned her head and showed an unstoppable smile. She had dimples and eyelashes. The spring rain outside the window was dripping with her background, which looked beautiful like a painting.

"Don't rush to laugh. You told me that you came here with your younger brother when you were a child. Your younger brother was starved to death, right? You said that."

Zuo Rou supported her with one hand on the table and looked at Song Beiyun with her head tilted.

"Then I told me that your parents starved to death during the locust plague, right?" Song Beiyun recalled carefully: "It's not over yet, there are only three. You also said that you couldn't stand the bullies' possession in your hometown and killed the bullies and ran out secretly, right?"

Zuo Rou still didn't say anything, just ate a piece of Song Beiyun's chicken.

"Don't eat my chicken!"

"I spent money!" Zuo Rou shouted: "Why are you like this?"

Song Beiyun straightened up and slapped the table: "Hey! Interesting, why is this person like this? Haven't you ever thought about what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Zuo Rou snorted: "I will tell you if I want to tell you. If I don't want to tell you, I won't tell you. Do you have any control?"

"I should give you a pill, and then strip you naked and send it to Chunlaiyuan. Your appearance and figure are worth at least 300 cents!"

"Fart!" Zuo Rou glared at her eyes: "It's only three hundred guan? Who do you look down on? This girl has at least eight hundred guan."

"Then it's eight hundred stale."

Zuo Rou nodded slowly: "This is almost the same."

Song Beiyun rubbed his nose and said, "Okay, I won't believe what you say anyway. You don't talk to me in the future. You'll feel disgusted when you see you. You'll be full of words of the train, and you don't tell the truth."

"What kind of train is it?"

"Do you do nothing." Song Beiyun pointed to the wine and food on the table: "After eating this meal, we will never change the green mountains and rivers flow long, the sky is high and the road is long, and the future is uncertain. You can do it yourself, so let's leave."

Zuo Rou held her face and watched Song Beiyun perform: "What should I do if I was forced to get married at home?"

"Marry, if someone wants you, it's already a blessing you have cultivated in your previous life. What else do you expect? I hope to be a queen?" Song Beiyun used all the unethical skills in his mouth on Zuo Rou: "It's so good. After you get married, let me feel good, and you will be filial and righteous."

Zuo Rou was stunned for a moment, blinked a few times: "Why do you have to get married after you get married?"

"You don't understand. If you marry someone, you are someone else's wife. Where is there anything better in this world than someone else's wife?"

"Hey!" Zuo Rou shouted, then she couldn't stand up straight and kicked Song Beiyun hard.

Song Beiyun gave her a blank look and patted the mud on her pants: "Don't touch me."

"You just let me get married for this?"

"Otherwise? Do you think I keep you? What do I want to do? Oh, you have a bad temper, you have a white skin?"

Zuo Rou's eyes lit up: "It's really white?"

"The face is quite white, but other places... you can pick it up and take a look."

Zuo Rou turned her eyes and hooked her fingers towards Song Beiyun. She also leaned over to him, quietly pulling the collar out with one finger.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zuo Rou showed disdain: "I know you don't dare, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and give me some advice, otherwise I will drive your stupid brother out."

"You are not a gentleman. What does this have to do with my brother?" Song Beiyun lifted his sleeves: "If you want to do such a thing, don't blame me for being rude."

"Is it a flower in your eyes?"

"Cow shit flower." Song Beiyun scratched his head: "I said, why are you a person who is invincible?"

Zuo Rou raised her eyebrows: "Of course I have been practicing since childhood. Come on to think of an idea for me, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless, you will have something to look at when the time comes."

"Then what do you say about lying to me?"

"I've invited you to eat and drink."

"not enough."

Zuo Rou looked at him with her chin: "Why would I kiss you?"

"Disgusting." Song Beiyun shook his head repeatedly: "From today, the price of medicine will rise by 30%.

"That won't be true, 20%."

"Twenty-and-a-half percent."

"make a deal."

As for adults, they don’t have to care whether the other party is telling the truth. Anyway, there is no need to care about the truth or lies. As long as you can get benefits in it, Song Beiyun doesn’t want her body, so she can get more money from her. Anyway, she is very rich.

"By the way, a few days ago, Brother Yusheng and I went to Luzhou Prefecture." Song Beiyun ate a drink and said, "I saw a princess, that princess is so beautiful."

"Ruobao?" Zuo Rou blurted out, but immediately added: "There is only one Fu King in Luzhou Prefecture, and the only princess is Princess Ruibao."

"I don't care what kind of Ruibao she is or what she is." Song Beiyun gestured a circle of Cuju size on his chest: "Big! It's really big."

Zuo Rou gave him a blank look with all her strength: "You just tell me this?"

"That's not the case, I'll just tell you." Song Beiyun glanced at Zuo Rou: "Look at you, how old is, how old is he, how old is he older than the princess, how can he be compared to others?"

"How old are you older?" Zuo Rou's tone increased octave: "It's one year older!!! One year older!!!"

"Stop yelling, one year old is old, but not big things." Song Beiyun said with contempt: "You are like this, what if others don't like after you get married?"

"I don't care whether he likes it or not. I won't marry anyway. I'll tell you that you don't have any fame and fortune. If I call someone now and say you're frivolous, you'll have to go to that prison to have some good meals for a few days."

"Why do I know such a vulgar thing as you?" Song Beiyun glared at Zuo Rou: "Okay, I'll think about it for you."

"Give me a quicker!"

Zuo Rou has known this ruffian for a while. She became a monk in the first year and knew this bastard when she was at a loss. Before she knew it, this bastard has become an adult, but he looked like that from then on. Her mouth was bad, her heart was bad, and her whole person was bad.

But such a bad species is full of bad water. He can always figure out some things that are beyond your mind, and those bad moves can always have miraculous effects.

"What is the social status of that family?"

"Social status? You say it's your life experience." Zuo Rou thought carefully and replied softly: "The Wang family in Shandong, along with the capital, are the grandson of Wen Shenggong."

"Are you afraid you're not a princess?" Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes and looked at Zuo Rou up and down: "Wen Shenggong's grandson married no ordinary people. If it weren't for the royal relatives, it was used to strengthen the emperor's control over scholars. Or if it was a royal master, a noble man, a marriage between the strong and the strong, and a good match for everyone. To be honest, which princess are you?"

"If I were the princess, you would have been pulled out and chopped off the fermented glutinous rice words you said to me long ago. Your head was hung on the city gate and dried like a toad."

"It makes sense..." Song Beiyun nodded: "The princess is not as good as you, at least she has good tutoring."

Zuo Rou made a move and wanted to beat her, but Song Beiyun directly stuffed the chicken's butt into her mouth.

"Bao, babe, babe, babe... you're going to die!"

"I said no to touch you, but I can't beat you." Song Beiyun's eyes rolled a few times: "Is there a way? There are two ways."

"explain."

Song Beiyun poured himself a glass of wine, drank it in one sip, took out the straw paper and wiped his mouth: "Let's go, this is not the place to speak, go to your room."

Zuo Rou didn't say anything nonsense, and directly settled the bill and brought Song Beiyun to her house. She is indeed rich. In Nanjing, a capital city where every inch of land is valuable, there is a house that can be won by three times, which requires 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

"Ah, it's comfortable..." Song Beiyun fell on Zuo Rou's bed: "I'll take away your mattress later."

"You want anything..." Zuo Rou sat upright on the chair: "Please give me some rules, this is my boudoir! If someone hears the wall, he still doesn't know what I've done."

"You're poor." Song Beiyun sat up from the bed: "You said, if you were wearing a bright red bellyband, you wouldn't wear anything else and crawl around on the bed... Hahahaha, no, no, there's a picture."

Zuo Rou took off her shoes and threw them directly on Song Beiyun's face, then kicked him over to the bed: "Tell me quickly!"

Song Beiyun stood up from the bed with his mouth smacked, and paced back and forth with Zuo Rou's shoes: "This is actually very difficult to deal with. First of all, I can be sure that your family is not simple, but from what you see, it should be that the relationship with the family is not very good, right?"

"Um……"

"Now you are at the age of getting married. Your family has told you a good marriage, but you are stubborn and you refuse. You have never even met someone." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "If you break off the engagement, the other party will feel insulted and tear your face, and in the end it will make everyone unhappy. If you do something messy outside, your parents will probably break your legs. Although they are so doting on you, this is the bottom line."

"Well... that's why it's difficult." Zuo Rou pointed to Song Beiyun's hand: "Give me back the shoes."

"Who still cares about your broken shoes?"

"Who are you scolding?" Zuo Rou widened her eyes: "Say it again, I will eat you raw."

Song Beiyun didn't know what she was talking about, nor did she know why she suddenly became irritable, but just looked at her in surprise: "There are two ways here, you can choose one."

"You said that!"

This matter is really difficult to deal with, and it is difficult to have a way of having the best of both worlds. He said that there were two ways that were just to deceive her. Song Beiyun could only think about it now, but it is really difficult to take into account all aspects.

"Let me think twice."
Chapter completed!