As timid as a mouse
Little hubby?
Vegetarian?
Ji Yunshu was sure that she hadn't misheard him. Her body tensed up, and she glared at him. She tilted her head and freed her chin from his fingers.
However, Jing Rong's grip on her shoulder tightened, and the smile on his face became more sinister.
He met her gaze and asked, "What's wrong, hubby? Did I say something wrong?"
"…" Speechless.
"Be good, you can't touch meat."
"…"
Her lips twitched.
The several girls were astonished to see the two of them intimately hugging each other, and hearing their conversation, they gently pressed their handkerchiefs to the tip of their noses, revealing a look of disgust.
It turned out that these two people were gay!
"How disgusting. Since they're not here to seek pleasure, what are they doing here?"
"These two young masters look quite handsome. What a pity."
"That's right. If he wasn't mentally ill, he would be a treasure."
"Why do all the handsome men in this world suffer from this disease?"
…
The girls expressed their regret one after another, and at the same time, they looked at each other in disdain.
After nagging for a while, they left in boredom.
Jing Rong did not mind at all. Instead, he was delighted.
Ji Yunshu hastily bent her elbow and ferociously poked his abdomen. She leaned to the side and moved two steps.
Get away from him.
"How can you talk nonsense like that?"
"Not telling the truth?"
"You, I am a man now."
"So what?"
"…"
Okay, I have nothing to say.
The next moment, he pulled her in front of him again. His large hand locked onto her slender waist as he looked down at her almond-like eyes. "You belong to this prince. Even if you want to eat meat, you can only eat this prince's dish."
"Let go first."
"If you want to investigate Young Master Qiao in peace, you'd better behave."
"But isn't your excuse a little too weird?"
"Weirdo?" Jing Rong frowned. "Your words are quite fresh. This Prince doesn't understand. In any case, you and I are a couple now. We just need to cooperate, lest we attract the smell of powder."
Indeed, because of what he said, the girls just now spread the news that there were two gay men in the building.
Naturally, there were no more rouge or cosmetics coming towards the two of them. Instead, it was quiet.
Soon after, the slave in the brothel welcomed them and asked, "What would the two young masters like to drink?"
"Good tea."
"Alright, please come to the second floor. I'll serve you tea immediately."
The two of them went up and sat down on an empty seat.
Compared to the first floor, the second floor was much more spacious. It was a place specially used for drinking and drinking tea. Dozens of tables were arranged in rows, and all of them were blocked by elegant screens so that they did not affect each other.
Most of the women were on the second floor, either pulling men up to the third floor to exercise, or sitting on men's thighs to flirt with them.
Young Master Qiao, who had just come in, was being coaxed to drink by two girls.
Her face was flushed with excitement.
Ji Yunshu noticed him the moment she came up.
"What a drunkard." She muttered.
Jing Rong also glanced over. Young Master Qiao was really interesting. "How is it? Did you see anything? "
She shook her head.
She continued to observe.
At this time, Young Master Qiao was being pulled by two girls to the third floor and happened to pass by them.
Unexpectedly, Jing Rong suddenly splashed the cup of tea in his hand at him.
"Ah!"
The two girls screamed as if they had been poisoned. They waved the green silk handkerchiefs in their hands wildly.
Qiao Zihua was stunned for a moment. He looked at the spot where the tea splashed on his chest. There was a large wet spot.
He seemed to have sobered up from his drunkenness.
He was a person who was extremely fond of cleanliness. When he saw his clothes stained with tea, his eyebrows and eyes instantly wrinkled.
Ji Yunshu was also puzzled.
What kind of trick was this Buddha playing?
Young Master Qiao's satin clothes must have cost a lot. This time, he was going to lose a lot.
Qiao Zihua glared at him and raised his voice. "What are you doing?"
Jing Rong smiled and looked at him up and down with contempt. Then, he indifferently spat out three words.
"My hand slipped."
"Slipped? I think you did it on purpose. "
Even if he was angry, Qiao Zihua was not as angry as others. His tone even sounded a little hollow.
Jing Rong calmly poured another cup of tea and held it up.
Then —
Once again, he splashed the tea on Qiao Zihua's clothes.
Anyone would be angry if a stranger splashed two cups of tea on them, right?
But Young Master Qiao didn't seem to have reached the level of madness.
Instead, he stammered and pointed at Jing Rong. "You …"
Jing Rong twirled the empty white wine cup in his hand. His eagle eyes widened. "You are Young Master Qiao?"
"That's right, I am Young Master Qiao. It's good that you know. Do you know how much my clothes are worth? Can you afford it?"
Jing Rong smiled.
His clothes weren't cheap either!
The next moment, he deliberately took out the dagger from his waist and played with it for a while before placing it on the table. His eagle-like eyebrows reflected a sharp light as he looked at Qiao Zihua.
Like a needle or a sword.
Under that gaze, Qiao Zihua's whole body froze. He couldn't help but take two steps back. He swallowed and revealed a timid expression.
His imposing manner had clearly weakened.
"It's said that Young Master Qiao is as timid as a mouse."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Nonsense?" Jing Rong smiled. He reached out to pour another cup of tea and stuffed it into Qiao Zihua's hand. "Come, pour this tea on me. At that time, I will apologize to you."
Ugh!
That dagger was still there. How would Qiao Zihua dare to do that!
He shook the cup of tea in his hand and glanced at the dagger from time to time. He didn't dare to splash it.
In addition, the man in front of him was really imposing. He must be a martial artist. He didn't dare to make a move. What if he was crippled?
But the two girls beside him egged him on. "Young Master Qiao, what are you afraid of? Go ahead and splash it. "
"That's right, go ahead and splash it. Look at this person. He's clearly here to cause trouble for you. You're the eldest young master of the Qiao family. The Minister of Personnel is your uncle. What are you afraid of?"
"Splash it!"
What was he dawdling for?
What a coward.
Jing Rong stood right in front of him, waiting for him to splash the tea. But —
He slammed the teacup on the table and stiffened his neck. "I won't argue with you."
Won't argue?
What a good-for-nothing bastard.
Although Jing Rong had heard from the waiter that he was timid, this degree of timidity was a little … too timid.
Qiao Zihua trembled, his eyes drifting about. It was obvious that he was afraid, but he pursed his lips and said something ruthless, "Just you wait, I'll definitely make you suffer the consequences."
He then left the second floor and fled like a mouse that had seen a cat.
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Could it be that this child went to call for reinforcements?
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