They were still wondering just now.

Why did the other party look so familiar? It turned out to be the third son of Duke Lu?

That's right, look at this piece and appearance, it's just carved out of the same mold as Cheng Yaojin...

No! It’s not just Cheng Chubi.

The six sons of the Cheng family are almost all Cheng Yaojin’s youth version.

"It turns out it's Brother Cheng, I'm so respectful."

Jia Wu squeezed out a smile and bowed, "I heard Fang Ying say that you are focusing on your career with the King of Wu."

Don't mention the blacksmith shop in Fang's house...

Cheng Chubi's face froze. His impression of "career" was still stuck in the dilapidated earthen stove halfway up the mountain of Mount Li... In fact, Fang Ying told him that he had made money, but the money he earned was invested again to expand reproduction. ...Cheng Chubi no longer has hope for this.

"Brother Jia, I have long admired him."

Cheng Chubi also clasped his fists and said, "I have heard Fang Ying say that you take good care of him, and his friend is my friend!"

"Yes! Friends, haha!"

Jia Wu smiled awkwardly.

Not only him, but Cheng Chubi also felt embarrassed.

Since they were friends, they almost fought for women... If this matter spread, they would probably be ridiculed by the entire Sixteen Guards of the South Yai.

Very dead.

The senior high school student beside him said coldly: "The tree-lined path you think is actually already full of traffic."

Damn! Fang Laoer is right, Slender Head Tuo is indeed poisonous... Cheng Chubi thought of Fang Ying's high-energy warning and agreed.

He ignored the vicious tongue of the senior high school senior and looked at Jia Wu: "Well, Brother Jia is also here to find Xiao Taohong?"

Jia Wu's face turned red: "That's right."

Cheng Chubi tentatively said: "Good brother, be loyal, otherwise... together?"

!!!

Jia Wu was dug and stood there.

Su Dingfang and the senior high school senior looked at Cheng Chubi's kind face and thought that it was true that people should not behave like a person and the sea water should not be measured.

"Forget this..."

Jia Wu looked at the other party's black tower-like body, and then thought about the delicate little Taohong, and said stubbornly: "I have a strong combat power. If I go together, I'm afraid someone will die."

"Oh--Brother Jia is too worried." Cheng Chubi waved his hand and said, "Fang Erlang said that there are only tired cows and no broken land."

Fangying is poisonous!

Listening to the conversation between the two people on the scene, Su Dingfang and the senior high school student were unable to bear to look at each other, thinking to himself what Fang Erlang is doing now?

...

Dream Chunlou.

In the boudoir of Miss Shishi.

"Wow—"

A sound of water.

Fang Ying stood up from the bathtub, then walked around the screen, and walked towards the ancient carved large bed.

The courtesan lady lay half on the brocade quilt.

The delicate and undulating body was half covered with gauze, revealing a large area of ​​skin that was so frost-like as snow. The curves were graceful, the beautiful eyes on the melon-shaped face were shimmering, the red lips were charming, and the delicate and charming.

I have been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. Fang..."

Shishi called out shyly, and her long eyelashes flashed.

Fang Ying's strong body was perfectly presented in front of her, with water droplets rolling down her carved streamlined muscles. The courtesan lady blushed and blushed.

"What? Are you anxious?"

Fang Ying raised his eyebrows and said frivolously.

"Hate--"

Shishi's pretty face turned red, and she acted coquettishly in joy.

"Isn't it?"

Fang Ying stretched out his fingers, started from the delicate face of the courtesan lady, and walked down her smooth shoulders, gently stroked her snow-like skin, and said in a magnetic voice with a bass voice:

"Huajing has never been swept by a guest, and the Pengmen is now open for you... If I weren't waiting for me, why would the girl never receive the Enke again after the last time?"

"Well—" Shishi endured her strange hand and bit her lip and said, "It's obvious that a peerless poem was misinterpreted by the young master to this meaning."

"Then I'll knock on the door."

Fang Ying smiled and lifted the brocade quilt.

After a while.

The curtain on the bed swayed violently.

This battle was actually a hand-to-hand battle... Fang Ying knelt on the couch and rode his horse and whipped it. Looking at the beautiful and fair back of the courtesan lady, he suddenly asked:
Chapter completed!