He doesn't look like a woman......

As soon as such a thought flashed in his heart, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then the door of the private room was gently pushed open a crack, and the maid carefully reported the voice: "Miss Qinglian, Qi ...... Qi Gongzi is here, and he is letting you go. ”

Qin Shang turned his head and frowned unhappily: "Didn't you see a guest here?" ”

"But, but that's the ...... of Qi Gongzi"

"Don't you understand the principle of first come, first come?" Qin Shang's tone was cold, "Whatever about him Prince Qi and Prince Wang, Miss Qinglian must accompany me Qin Gongzi here today." ”

The maid shrank and looked at Qinglian with a distressed gaze.

Qinglian was also a little confused.

She stood up from the piano stand, walked to the low couch where Qin Sheng was seated, and bowed elegantly: "Childe, Gongzi Qi handed over a post yesterday saying that he was going to have a slave's house tonight......"

"Handed over the post last night?" Qin Shang leaned on the exquisitely carved low couch, and his tone was leisurely, "But you are here at this time, and this son has also spent a lot of silver, do you want to leave this son to accompany that Qi son?" ”

"This ......" Qinglian's expression changed slightly, then her eyebrows frowned lightly, and she smiled softly, "This Qi Gongzi has a very high status, and the slave family can't afford to offend ......"

"So you want to offend Ben Gongzi?" Qin Sheng picked up the fan and raised the chin of the beauty in front of him, "My son's temper is not very good, in case you make me angry, I will smash your Red Mansion Believe it or not?" ”

Qinglian was stunned for a moment, and then forced a smile: "Childe ......"

Smashing the Red Mansion?

Looking at the whole of Los Angeles, no one dares to say this easily.

Although she didn't know Sister Jin's identity and background, with her there, no one in the entire Los Angeles would dare to offend her.

Is this son a newcomer, I don't know how thick the sky is, or does he have some amazing identity in the first place?

Qinglian has read countless people, and at this time, she can't see through this person.

"Sit there." Qin Shang pointed to the position of the piano stand, "Play another song." ”

Bounce again?

Qinglian's face changed, and her voice was a little more pitiful: "Childe, the slave's hand hurts, and he can't play it." ”

"Can't bounce?" Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows, but he was very talkative, "Then sit quietly and chat with my son for a while." ”

Qinglian really wanted to scold her mother.

She's a Qinglou here, she's the Oiran of the Qinglou, okay?

Although her appearance is not as good as the fairy in the sky, but it is not a country and a city, this son can still be indifferent to her, and only let her play the piano and chat?

Is there any mistake?

If you are not interested in her, can you let her go and let her accompany Qi Gongzi?

The son of Qi is not as carefree as him.

Qinglian was secretly annoyed, but she couldn't be angry at the handsome face of her son.

After being silent for a moment, she took the initiative to roll up her sleeves and poured him a cup of tea, and held it up and presented it to Qin Shang: "Childe is not interested in the slave family?" ”

Qin Sheng took the teacup but didn't drink it, and his tone was light: "If you are not interested, will this son sit here for so long?" ”

Isn't sitting for so long just listening to the piano, drinking tea, and eating?

Qinglian bit her lip: "Isn't the slave family good-looking?" ”

Qin Sheng raised her eyes slightly, and looked her appearance up and down: "Danfeng eyes, willow eyebrows, skin like clotted fat, beautiful like flowers, looks pretty good." ”

Qinglian: "......" is just good?

"Miss." The door was quietly pushed open a little more, and the little maid's voice was a little uneasy, "Qi Gongzi lost his temper." ”