Yang Ding was very familiar with the carriage outside the mansion. It was Miss Wenjun's carriage. This was the first time Yang Ding got on Chu Wenjun's carriage. There was a stove on the carriage, using the best smokeless charcoal.

, so the interior of the car is warm and comfortable.

After a while, the carriage slowly stopped outside Xianzui Tower. Although it was the coldest month of winter and the north wind was biting, it still couldn't stop the bustling business inside Xianzui Tower.

"Hey, Xiaomei, this young master is ---, why does he look so familiar?" As soon as Yang Ding followed Xiaomei into the gate of Xianzui Building, he was spotted by the madam.

Xiaomei said: "Mom, this is Mr. Yang, the guest invited by the lady tonight!"

The old bustard was shocked and asked with his mouth open: "Xiaomei, what did you just say? You mean that Mr. Yang is Miss Wenjun's guest tonight?"

Xiaomei nodded and repeated with certainty: "Young Master Yang is the guest invited by the lady tonight!"

"Oh my god, Xiaomei, are you saying that Mr. Yang is going to be Miss Wenjun's guest?"

The old madam was extremely shocked. Ever since Chu Wenjun won the position of oiran for their Xianzui House, the business of their Xianzui House has become increasingly popular, and there are countless officials and wealthy sons who want to spend a lot of money to become Chu Wenjun.

The girl was the guest of honor, but Miss Wenjun didn't even look at them. And where did this Mr. Yang come from?

The old bustard gently pulled Xiaomei aside and whispered: "Xiaomei, I wonder where Mr. Yang comes from? How much money did he spend to enter Miss Wenjun's courtyard?"

Xiaomei said: "Mom, this Mr. Yang is a friend of the young lady. This time the young lady did not charge a penny from Mr. Yang. The young lady said that since she is a member of the Xianzui Building, she cannot break the rules of the Xianzui Building, so

The young lady will hold three additional performances at Xianzui Tower, and she won’t take any money. All the money my mother earns belongs to Xianzui Tower!”

"What! Not taking any money! This, this---"

"What, mom, is this against the rules?" Xiaomei asked.

"No, no, I'm just curious about the origin of Mr. Yang, who can actually get Miss Wenjun to give money to him---"

Yang Ding followed Xiaomei to the backyard and arrived at a small courtyard where Chu Wenjun lived alone. Although the two had only met once in a formal manner and hadn't seen each other for many days, Yang Ding did not feel unfamiliar.

"Miss Wenjun suddenly came to see me, but is there something wrong?"

Chu Wenjun blinked and said, "Can't Wenjun find Mr. Yang if he has nothing to do?"

Yang Ding smiled and said: "You and I are friends, so naturally I'm always here for you."

Chu Wenjun said: "Mr. Yang, have you forgotten what day it is today?"

"Today? Could it be that Miss Wenjun was talking about the lower body---"

Chu Wenjun nodded and said: "Exactly, I think Mr. Yang has not told Mrs. Yang about the poison, right? So Wenjun took the initiative to invite Mr. Yang over. Tonight, Mr. Yang will be in Wenjun's house

Here, hide here for the night!"

Yang Ding suddenly realized and said: "That's it, thank you Miss Wenjun!"

Chu Wenjun prepared some food and wine for Yang Ding, mostly light vegetables, more wine but no meat. After Chu Wenjun had a few drinks with Yang Ding, the full moon in the sky had already risen.

Suddenly, Yang Ding felt a severe cramping pain in his chest, which made him feel itchy from the inside out. Not only did Yang Ding's wine glass fall to the

He fell to the ground and fell down instantly.

The poison in Yang Ding's body broke out without any warning. Although Yang Ding and Chu Wenjun were already prepared in their hearts, Chu Wenjun was still frightened and panicked by Yang Ding's huge reaction.

"Xiaomei, please help Mr. Yang to the bed!"

"Yes, miss!"

Xiaomei was also a little panicked, but fortunately Yang Ding had just recovered from the poison and was still conscious, so Yang Ding, with the support of Chu Wenjun and Xiaomei, made it to Chu Wenjun's bed.

Just when Yang Ding sat down and took a few breaths, there was another burst of severe pain. This time it was much more severe than the last time. Yang Ding couldn't help but let out a "hum" sound. He wanted to endure it. He wanted to be there.

He behaved like a man in front of these two women, but this indescribable pain prevented him from closing his mouth tightly.

"Mr. Yang, if you can't help but shout out, Wenjun's courtyard is very quiet, and Wenjun has asked Xiaomei to seal the windows. Mr. Yang, there is no need to worry!"

At this moment, Yang Ding had veins on his face because he was enduring the pain of his internal organs being bitten, and his eyes were red due to congestion. It can be said that the appearance of Yang Ding before no longer exists, and now Yang Ding even has some

Scary.

Finally, Yang Ding could no longer bear the pain of the voodoo biting his internal organs and let out a long cry of pain. After a miserable cry, Yang Ding felt that the pain was slightly relieved. No wonder when Xiao Weiyin drove away the voodoo for Gongsun Yi, Gongsun Yi would

Everyone was wailing endlessly. It turned out that this pain was in the body and could only be vented through sound.

Knowing how to vent his pain, Yang Ding didn't care about being embarrassed in front of these two women. Screams kept coming from Yang Ding's mouth, and Yang Ding's body couldn't help but twitch because of Chu Wenjun's.

The bed rolled over.

Although the pain was extremely painful, it was not so painful that Yang Ding passed out. This was Tang Luoluo's cruelest method of torture, because she had to stay awake and let Yang Ding bear all the pain.

Yang Ding's energy and strength were rapidly consuming. It was the coldest season of the year, but Yang Ding's underwear was completely soaked. Because of the pain, Yang Ding's clothes were torn several times by himself.

Son, beads of sweat on Yang Ding's forehead fell on Chu Wenjun's bed. In addition to the beads of sweat, there was also saliva.

Fortunately, Yue Ya did not see such a scene. If Yue Ya knew that Yang Ding was enduring the pain of inhumane removal at this moment, Yue Ya would definitely feel even more uncomfortable than Yang Ding at this moment.

Although Chu Wenjun was not Yue Ya, she still felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart. She didn't even know that tears were already falling down her cheeks, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care!

I don't know how much time passed, but Yang Ding felt that the peak of pain seemed to have passed. His whole body had no strength at all, and he didn't even have the strength to scream loudly. His mouth was still moaning habitually, and his body was still moaning from time to time.

It will even twitch.

Although the pain was still there, it was nothing compared to the previous pain. No wonder Gongsun Yi felt like seeing a ghost when he saw Xiao Weiyin during that time. This kind of pain was definitely something he would remember for the rest of his life.

Tang Luoluo, I'm not done with you anymore, I must let you give birth to a son for me! This was the last cruel words Yang Ding said through gritted teeth before he fell asleep!

"Miss, Young Master Yang has fallen asleep!"

Chu Wenjun let out a "shush" and whispered: "Xiaomei, take Young Master Yang's

Take off your coat and go buy Mr. Yang a new one tomorrow!"

Xiaomei pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Miss, you also said that you don't like Mr. Yang, let Xiaomei see, the lady will definitely not marry Mr. Yang in this life!"

"Xiaomei, don't talk nonsense! I, don't you know who I am? The final end of women with our status is extremely miserable. If you are willing, Xiaomei, after I redeem our lives in the future, you can

Follow me and become a monk. It is better for the Ancient Buddha of Qingdeng to live out his remaining life than to be a concubine and continue to entertain people with sex!"

"Miss, what happened to the girl from the brothel? Although the lady is a girl from the brothel, she has always maintained her integrity and has never been touched by other men. If Mr. Yang has a conscience, he should redeem the girl's body and marry him home in glory.

Otherwise, it means Young Master Yang is blind and cannot see the good things about the young lady, and in the end it will be Young Master Yang’s loss!" Xiaomei said with injustice in her heart.

"Xiaomei, Young Master Yang is not that kind of person, and I am friends with Young Master Yang, and Young Master Yang has never had any other thoughts towards me!" Chu Wenjun said.

Xiaomei said: "Miss, Mr. Yang also ate the plum blossom cake you bitten, Mr. Yang also entered your room, and Mr. Yang also slept in your bed. I don't believe Mr. Yang doesn't understand what the young lady means!"

Chu Wenjun's face turned red and he said: "Xiaomei, you don't understand. If a woman wants a man to like her and not despise herself, she must first not despise herself. We are brothel girls, so we must love ourselves, otherwise

Even if you can marry a good man in the future, you won't get respect in the future, so even if Mr. Yang really likes me now, I can't marry Mr. Yang, do you understand?"

"Xiaomei, Xiaomei doesn't understand!"

Chu Wenjun shook his head and said: "What I mean is that even if I want to marry Mr. Yang in the future, I must marry him cleanly. Mr. Yang is not a superficial person who only looks at appearance, so we

We must cherish ourselves even more, even if we can only be friends with Mr. Yang for life in the future, we cannot let Mr. Yang look down on us!"

Xiaomei nodded as if she understood, and said, "Miss, Xiaomei seems to understand."

It was already noon on the second day when Yang Ding woke up. After waking up, Yang Ding felt no discomfort except that he felt a little weak all over. However, when Yang Ding thought of the unbearable bite pain last night,

I couldn't help but shudder in my heart.

Yang Ding opened his eyes and saw an embroidered bed. The quilt was fragrant and soft, clean and comfortable. Yang Ding coughed lightly, his voice was a little hoarse, but this gentle sound made the people outside the room

People were startled.

"Mr. Yang, you're awake!" Chu Wenjun walked in with a look of joy and said.

Yang Ding sat up and found that he was only wearing underwear, and this bed was Chu Wenjun's boudoir bed.

"Ah! Miss Wenjun, why did I sleep here?" Yang Ding suddenly realized that he suddenly appeared in a place he shouldn't have appeared.

Chu Wenjun smiled and said: "Where else can Mr. Yang sleep if he doesn't sleep here? Does Wenjun want to throw Mr. Yang into the ground?"

"Mr. Yang, my lady stayed up all night last night to take care of Mr. Yang!"

"Ah, Miss Wenjun, you---"
Chapter completed!