Lan Ying disagreed and touched the corner of her mouth, smiling far-fetchedly: "How much can a brothel woman have any reason?"

Youmeng covered her lips with a slap, smiled charmingly, Liubo looked at her in a flash: "You don't understand this. Although she is a brothel woman, she has seen more men than us. What kind of thing she has never seen? So she can easily understand the man's thoughts and ask herself, this kind of ability is beyond your reach."

The tea water was boiling, Su Zhi opened the cover, and the camellia swelled out of the water surface. His fingers were as white as jade and as bright as fat. He flew and changed vividly among the tea sets, looking elegant and indifferent. He did not participate in their conversation, but he listened more attentively.

Lan Ying didn't think that reading countless men was a skill. She was a little sad and mysterious, and she pursed her lips: "Okay, what good way did she teach you?"

"Miss Fangfei said that Leng Wushuang is a slutty person, so I asked me to think about it from this place, but what does she mean..." Youmeng frowned deeply, and after a moment, her heart suddenly lit up, "I understand!"

Lan Ying looked at her with a stern ear, but she was loud and loud: "He likes men!"

Behind the pearl curtain, Su Zhi's eyebrows sterned slightly, and his expression was a little embarrassed.

Lan Ying closed her eyes in disappointment and scolded her: "Why do you think about these irrelevant things?"

"Look, Leng Wushuang is not moved by Fangfei's charming beauty. How can a normal man who has been single for twenty years be so cold? What does it mean?" Youmeng walked towards her and said with great silence, "And Fangfei also hinted that she asked me to seduce Leng Wushuang, but Fangfei's eyes were clearly a man. Isn't that exactly what Leng Wushuang has a habit of breaking her sleeves?"

Lan Ying was led by her and thought awkwardly: "This kind of thing... is really hard to say..."

"No wonder I see something wrong with him." The more Youmeng thought about it, the more reasonable it became. "I often heard a saying recently that the four most powerful people among the prime minister's staff are called the "Si Jun of the Prime Minister's Family", and Leng Wushuang is one of them."

The tea boiled for the third time, and the fragrance of tea was everywhere in the study. Su Zhi poured a cup for himself, let it cool down slightly, and held it calmly. He heard that the "Four Masters of the Prime Minister's House" were clearly closely related to him, but he calmly served it as usual, and slowly savored the tea, with a bit of evil smile floating towards her.

Youmeng also said to herself: "The four of them stay together all day long, maybe they will fall in love every day. Hey, you say, they won't all be broken, right? They are self-produced and sold, and are self-sufficient?"

"Cough!..." Su Zhi suddenly choked by the tea he had just drunk.

Hearing this short cough, Youmeng turned her head nervously, caring about what happened to Su Zhi. He raised his sleeve and waved it slightly, and said lightly: "It's okay, you guys continue."

Youmeng then turned back with confidence. Su Zhi's eyes did not move away from her, and a cunning curve appeared on the corner of his lips: Do you still know whether I have broken my sleeves?

Just now, she was interrupted by Su Zhi, and she reminded Lan Ying something. She smiled dignifiedly and proudly: "If you really suspect that Leng Wushuang has that quirk, wouldn't you know if you find someone to try him?"

As he said that, Yu Guang glanced at Su Zhi's direction behind the pearl curtain.

Youmeng instantly understood what she meant and didn't say anything. Su Zhi had already curled all his smile and frost formed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!