Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 124

She smiled dryly: "Ha ha, ha ha."

Sure enough, Weng Junsheng likes men.

She has to be optimistic about Zhu Yun, don't give Weng Junsheng a break.

Continue to go in, walk two courtyards, in front of you is a canopy mansion, green tiles and vermilion roofs, gold pagodas curved, and exotic flowers and plants are planted all around.

Luxury, state, scenery, all to the extreme.

Xiao Nu greeted her: "Girl, we're here."

Meng Baiyun regained his composure and thanked him.

A person came out of the room, looked familiar, he saw Meng Baiyun, smiled and said: "Miss Xia, please."

Miss Xia?
She was at the door, but asked to see her under the name of Meng Baiyun.

Oh, she remembered, the manservant in front of her was the one she had seen on the boat that day, his name seemed to be Thirteen, and his name was very easy to remember.

She smiled politely at the other party: "Please lead the way."

Shisan led her in, and the "stalking" followed naturally, but was stopped by Shisan: "My master only sees Miss Xia alone."

The attitude is polite, but with a sense of oppression that makes people dare not overstep.

The "stalker" was in a dilemma, looked at Meng Baiyun: "Madam Long..."

Shisan didn't seem to be surprised by this title, but looked at Meng Baiyun: "If this servant of Miss Xia must be brought in, he can't enter the main room and can only stay in the side room."

"Hey, it's not up to me. I can only do this. Make your ears brighter. If you hear it, you'll hear it. If you can't hear it, don't blame me."

The "stalker" knew that this was the maximum he could get, so he nodded.

The party entered the house, Shisan led Meng Baiyun into the main hall, and then led the follower to the next side room.

In the main hall, it was unexpectedly simple.

But simple but not simple, Meng Baiyun knew that every seemingly simple thing inside must be of great value.

Weng Junsheng just sat there, didn't have the intention of getting up to greet him, and played with a wooden shelf. Meng Baiyun saw that it wasn't an automatic fan made by her, but it wasn't, because the one in Weng Junsheng's hand, the manual fan works, and the hand doesn't move the fan. Also won't move.

Obviously, if the angle is not measured well, the perpetual motion device is even worse, and it is impossible to move endlessly.

"Weng Junsheng, where did you get this thing?"

"bought!"

"Where did you buy it?"

"Yongqing Building."

"The Yongqing building that makes wooden utensils?"

Meng Baiyun was not polite to him, and sat down opposite him.

Weng Junsheng frowned, looked at the cushion under Meng Baiyun's buttocks, and Meng Baiyun understood that he fucking disliked her.

"What, can't you sit still?"

Weng Junsheng was a little embarrassed: "I don't really like women touching my things."

"Tch, it's a strange problem. You have to react. You just throw it away. I'm still standing talking to you."

She has a straightforward temper, with a bit of hotness, Weng Junsheng smiled: "It's just that I'm not used to it, you don't have to mind, I haven't entered a woman in this house for seven years."

"Seven years!"

Forehead! ! !
He must be ill, not very ill.

Weng Junsheng was slandered in his heart, and he seemed to have a feeling: "Are you thinking that I have a habit of breaking sleeves again?"

"Ha ha!"

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing nonsense."

"I don't like men, I just..."

When he said this, he was silent, and then shook his head with a light smile: "Let's not talk about me, let's talk about you, you came to see me today, are you here to honor those three meals?"

(End of this chapter)