His Highness, he wants to repay with marriage

Chapter 107 Still Can't Control It?
The elegant room on the second floor is much quieter than the first floor.

Even if there is a lot of noise outside, there is always a peaceful world inside.

Entering the private room, Yun Mohan couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Although he had already made preparations, he was still amazed by the enthusiasm of the flower girls when he walked in.

Seeing that he was good-looking, they stuck to him desperately.Fortunately, Weiwei helped him block it a few times without any trace, so he suppressed the feeling of discomfort and didn't show embarrassment on the spot.

but…

Yun Mohan turned his eyes and looked at Cen Yuwei, who was proficient in chatting with the bustard beside him, and suddenly felt depressed again.

So proficient, she must have visited flower houses many times before!
He pursed his lips and gave Cen Yuwei a resentful look: "Brother Cen has been to Anle Street several times, but you haven't heard Miss Qinghuan's name? I heard that she plays the pipa very well. Since you have a good temperament, Why don't you give her a try?"

Yun Mohan's words directly dragged the progress of the conversation between Cen Yuwei and the madam to an end.

Cen Yuwei, who wanted to take it easy, gave him a stiff look.

She tried to tell him not to make trouble with her eyes.

But the person who was jealous, straightened his back, and looked back without fear.

Cen Yuwei: "..."

Well, this man can't control it anymore.

Fortunately, the bustard was distracted by Cen Yuwei's magnanimity before, so she didn't notice anything wrong.

When she heard that the two Gods of Wealth were interested in the dead Qing Huan, her first reaction was to try every means to keep them.

She twitched the corners of her mouth and quickly explained: "Second master, I'm really sorry, Qinghuan her... something happened to her a few days ago, I'm afraid she can't serve you two."

After finishing speaking, she immediately recommended another person: "But the Mengge Pipa in our building is also good at playing the pipa, and she also has a natural good voice. Would you like to invite her to accompany you?"

"Mengge?" Yun Mohan frowned slightly, "I've never heard of this name... Is she really the number one flower girl in Yuyin Xiaozhu?"

"Of course!" The madam praised Mengge for a while.

As if she was afraid that the two of them would leave disappointed, she gritted her teeth and lent Qing Huan's name: "Mengge's reputation is not well known only because she is young.

"To be honest, she can be regarded as Qing Huan's half-disciple. Given time, she will definitely be better than blue..."

Neither of them paid any attention to the latter words.

After listening to the madam's hype, Cen Yuwei only grasped one important point: "Meng Ge's pipa was taught by Qing Huan? Seriously?"

"nature!"

The cow had already been blown out, and when asked, the madam could only grit her teeth and exaggerate Qing Huan and Meng Ge's barely semblance of master-student relationship.

After checking her words, she was sure that she had presumed Mengge, and Cen Yuwei didn't ask any more questions: "Then Mengge, it would be nice to have a good voice to listen to. I hope, she is really talented..."

"Mengge will definitely not disappoint the two masters, you two can rest assured!"

After finishing speaking, the madam hurriedly called someone to go.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no outsiders in the room, Cen Yuwei quickly grabbed Yun Mohan and said, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you tell you not to act rashly before? You ignored my words?!"

"I just don't think it's necessary to talk too much." Yun Mohan retorted in a low voice, "Anyway, Qinghuan is quite famous, so it's only natural for us to order her, and others won't doubt it."

"That's not the reason for you to act rashly!" Cen Yuwei said angrily.

(End of this chapter)