There was a small guy standing in the corridor on the second floor, and the sunny day was blessed, and the little guy shouted to the inside with a crisp voice. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The voice came in and sounded like a middle-aged man. Sunny day hung his head and went in.

There are also portraits of the sons in the private room.

Qingtian lowered his head and said, "Which one does the guest officer like?"

The old man suddenly heard the woman's voice in the small pavilion, seemed to be surprised for a moment, looked at Qingtian and said, "Raise your head and let me take a look." ”

Qingtian secretly said in his heart that this shouldn't be a pair... She's just here to pay off her debts, and Yun Cry shouldn't force her to pick up customers... bar.

But he still obediently raised his head and looked at the old man.

is indeed a middle-aged man, he looks like he should be a businessman, and the clothes on his body are also some expensive materials. His hair is tied, there is no stubble on his face, and he is a little imposing but not fierce when he looks at it.

"There's a little girl here. There was a smile on the man's tone.

It seems that this man is quite approachable. Qingtian thought to herself.

The man lowered his head and looked at the portrait in his hand, and said with a smile: "Then tell me which of your sons here is good?"

On a sunny day, I forgot that she also included this part in her work... But how do she know which of these sons are more powerful, she hasn't tried to fall!

Qingtian pinched a stack of portraits and flipped through them, and saw the tall nose bridge, I heard that people with high nose bridges are more powerful there...

Handing over the portrait of the demon question, Qingtian said to the man: "The demon asks the child." ”

The man took it and looked at it, and we all know about this ancient portrait, and it is difficult to see what it was. Just like the demon question on the portrait at this time, it can only be seen that it is a young man with exposed shoulders, and there is no trace of charm.

The man frowned and looked at Qingtian disapprovingly, Qingtian looked at him with a firm look in his eyes, and nodded his head a few times.

Alas, the demon asked, this girl is thinking about your sexual well-being like this...

So the old man really listened to Qingtian, went to the lobby to get a sign and went to the backyard with Qingtian.

Although the sound insulation effect of the house in the backyard is not bad under the design of Yun Wai, it is late at night, which is the most lively time here, and this kind of wooden house can't stop the movement when the love is deep.

There was also a man beside him, and his ears were a little red when he walked in the yard on a sunny day.

Stretched out his hand and knocked three times at the door of the demon question, and the sound of the partition being removed and put back was heard very well on a sunny day, and the next moment, the door was opened with a "creak".

The room was lit with red candles, and it looked warm in the cool night. Youwen was covered in a thin veil, a large white chest was exposed, he was still carrying a wine jug in his hand, his cheeks were flushed, and his slender eyes were misty, which made Qingtian a little unsure whether he had drunk wine or sugar water.

The man's eyes were a little straight when he saw the demon question, the demon asked to hold his chest and lean on the door frame, half of his body was inside, half of his body was outside, he squinted and swept over the two of them, and the man shook his hand and stuffed the brand in his hand into his arms.

The demon asked to look at the wooden sign in his arms, and when he caught a glimpse of the man's slightly clumsy movements, he chuckled softly, his body was slightly sideways, and with his long arms wrapped, the man stumbled into the house.

The door slammed shut.

Qingtian shrunk his shoulders, turned around and walked towards the lobby, and turned to see the man's little servant in the shadows.

The little guy is a little delicate, and half of his face is buried in the shadows and he can't see his expression. The two hands hung at their sides as if they were clenched into fists.

On a sunny day, my heart was beating slightly, and I heard that the little boy or something was often the boy who was specially raised by the master...

This kid can't be jealous... Qingtian walked over and pulled down his sleeve: "Let's go, men are like this, don't be sad." ”

The little girl glanced at her, and her eyes didn't see too clearly in the dark.

"You're a woman. Qingtian heard his voice sound, with a deliberately suppressed depth, but it still couldn't hide the obviously immature juvenile voice.

It's still a little awkward child, Qingtian can't help but want to laugh in her heart. But thinking that people were sad, he couldn't help it, and replied with a sullen head: "Yes." ”

"Isn't this a place for men to have fun?" asked the little girl.

"Yes," Qingtian tilted his head to look at him, "this is a place for men to have fun." ”

The little man's cheeks seemed to bulge, and soon he hung his head again, and stopped talking.

Qingtian secretly thought about determining where this was, and he should be even more sad... I blamed myself for not being able to speak, and I couldn't bear to look at this slightly young man sadly, my lips moved, and I didn't say anything after all, but I just dragged his sleeve to the lobby and served him a pot of tea and snacks.

At this time, the stage was interacting with the audience and playing games, and Yan Jing helped explain with a smile.

The so-called games, but they are also the common ones in the sound and color places, telling some meat jokes, doing some restrictive actions, the young people on the stage are red-skinned, and the guests under the stage are just coaxing.

After all, it's a brothel, and no matter how different it is, it can't get rid of it.

Otherwise, why would anyone else come here?

Looking for pressure...

By the middle of the night, there were few customers in the lobby. After all, those who come to have fun have picked their favorite ones to go and have fun later.

The cloud weeping, which had disappeared for a whole day, appeared at this time.

Qingtian and Yanjing were sent to sleep in the back by him, he sent away the son on the stage, and played the piano by himself.

I have to say that Yun Wai's piano skills are actually much better than these sons, he has a cold face, and he has a temperament that does not eat fireworks in the world, but for some reason he remembered to open a small restaurant.

Before leaving the lobby, Qingtian glanced at the little guy before, but didn't see it.

I guess I went out to breathe... Sunny didn't think much about it.

When walking on the corridor of the south building, there was a lot of movement in several rooms, and the sound of these sounds and the sound of the piano crying in the night had a different flavor in the night.

Although there are some red-faced sounds around me, I can't even wash up on a sunny day after a tiring day.

It can be said that you fall asleep upside down.

The sound of the piano in the flowers in the backyard continued until dawn.

When you wake up early on a sunny morning, it's time for the guests to leave. Standing in the lobby, he was still sleepy-eyed, rubbing his eyes and bluntly saying things like walking slowly to the figure in front of him.

Something cold was suddenly stuffed in his arms.

Qingtian looked at the half-moon-shaped white jade in his hand, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in a daze.

The man's face tensed, he coughed clearly, and said in a calm voice, "This is the reward." With that, he threw up his sleeves and left.

The roots of the ears are still red.

Qingtian couldn't help but smile, this person is still a little cute at such an age.

When all the guests who stayed overnight were finally sent out, Qingtian was completely awake, and he went to collect the clothes that the boys had changed from one by one with a wooden basin.

"Why are you back again?" came the voice behind the door, and the hoarse and gorgeous voice seemed to have a childlike anger in it.

Qingtian looked at the empty wooden basin, and silently reflected on herself, she was indeed here for the first time, yes, why was it "again"...

When the demon asked to open the door, his eyes were still closed, his body was loosely draped in a white undershirt, his long hair was messily scattered behind him, there was a new pink wound on the corner of his mouth that had just been scabbed yesterday, and there were some messy red marks and fingerprints on his white neck.

He held his waist with one hand and the door with the other, and struggled to open a slit in his eyes, and after a few seconds, he said: "It's a light rainy day..." You wait a minute. ”

Qingtian obediently waited outside the door, and the lethality of the demon at this time was too strong... Sexy, lazy, and inexplicably cute.

Soon Youwen came back with the crumpled clothes, and he also pinched his own brand in his hand, and stuffed it all to Qingtian. Probably too sleepy, he staggered a little, and rubbed Qingtian's hair before closing the door.

In fact, this dirty laundry is collected by the son who picked up the guest last night, as the demon asked, everyone in this place knows magic, and the ordinary sweat and dust are basically solved with a random dust removal trick, and they don't need their little guys to do it at all. And some of the clothes that have been covered with strange things are going to go through the water...

Qingtian stood on the second floor and recalled carefully, and made sure that the serious Wuqi boy didn't pick up customers last night, so he walked to the third floor.

In the corridor on the third floor, there was a man dressed in black, his face was many times darker than yesterday, and he frowned as if he was about to kill someone in a minute to vent his anger.

Qingtian cautiously bypassed him and knocked on the door of Qingyan Gongzi's room. I secretly prayed in my heart that I would not touch the scales of this black-faced god.

Behind the door sounded the clear voice of a boy, followed by the sound of a bell jingling, and the door squeaked open, and it was a very good-looking boy.

The lips are thin and red, as if they have been smeared, and the big eyes are black and bright, like black grapes, and when you look at you with your cheeks, you look like you are full of great grievances, and when you laugh, there is the cunning of a teenager in your eyes.

He bent his waist behind the door, and when he saw that it was a sunny day outside the door, he immediately put away his previous frightened appearance, straightened up and showed a bright smile towards the sunny day, and the deep dimples on the sides of his cheeks added some cuteness to the young man's naughtiness.

"Wow, that black-faced god is finally gone?" he said inquiringly, as if with a sigh.

Qingtian paused, and moved his body to the side, revealing Wuqi not far behind him.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut in the blink of an eye, with the jingle of silver bells on the boy's ankles.

Wuqi's face was even darker.

Before Qingtian could say a word, the door was opened again, a piece of clothing was secretly stuffed out, and the black shadow behind him stepped forward, pushed the door open and dodged in, and closed the door with a "bang!".

Qingtian rubbed her ears, it hurt her so much...

He bent down to pick up the blue shirt on the ground, and went down with the basin on a sunny day.