At this time, when he came to this head-wrenching place again, the iron blue on Feng Hongyin's face never disappeared.

He poured himself another slowly large glass of wine and drank it again.

Ye Chuijin poured wine for him on the side, and he did not refuse.

The relationship between the two is obviously that of the girl of the Qinglou and the benefactor, but Feng Hongyin relied on the aura of his whole body to turn the whole room into a battlefield, and there was an atmosphere of wind and cold.

At this time, after drinking enough, he finally raised his head and looked at the person in front of him with an expressionless face.

"Does Rouge have it?"

Ye Chuijin was stunned, and then obediently bowed: "Yes." ”

"Bring it."

She walked over to the dresser, and though she didn't know what he was thinking, she took the rouge out of the dresser and handed it to him.

"Sit down."

Feng Hongyin does not have any feelings.

After she sat down, Feng Hongyin opened the rouge box without hesitation, dug out half a box of rouge with his hands, and rubbed it on her face.

Ye Chuijin's eyes widened, this time he didn't have to play at a loss, he was very overwhelmed.

"Lord Wang?"

"Shut up." Feng Hongyin was in a bad mood, and he was too lazy to listen to her.

The low air pressure in his body was like being in the deep sea, and Ye Chuijin closed his mouth.

After wiping the rouge on her entire face, Feng Hongyin slammed her against the table again.

"Lord Wang?"

Just when Ye Chuijin wanted to continue to cry movingly, Feng Hongyin looked her up and down, and then stretched out his hand to hold her hand.

Her hands are extraordinarily small, and her fingers are slender and soft.

Feng Hongyin pinched her hand and rubbed it up and down, left and right, like a masseuse in a blind massage parlor.

After rubbing for a few seconds, there was another "ding" in his head. 】

Just like yesterday, as soon as the task was completed, Feng Hongyin let go of his hand, turned around and left again without looking back.

He came and left for two days in a row, and after staying for less than ten minutes, the girls in the entire Cuiyu Building began to spread some rumors.

When Ye Chuijin went to the street the next day, he found that this rumor had spread throughout the capital.

The two ladies who were shopping whispered: "Hey, have you heard, Prince Zhu seems to have some health problems." ”

"Huh? What's the problem? ”

The lady who spoke looked left and right, and whispered to her little sister: "I heard that this prince can only hold on for a while." ”

"Really? But he looks very burly. ”

"Hey, the embroidery needle that doesn't work."

The two ladies walked away as they spoke, and Ye Chuijin applauded dumbfounded: "Amazing." ”

Feng Hongyin didn't know that rumors like himself began to spread in the capital again, but who was Xing Fang? The little prince of the capital gossip.

When he got off the court, he squeezed his eyebrows and told Feng Hongyin about it.

Feng Hongyin was so angry that he went back and lifted the table again, and when he went to Cuiyu Tower again in the evening, he finally succumbed to the obscenity of the rumors, drank a full hour of wine, and then grabbed her hand again with a shaky figure and pressed her on the table.

Today's task was: he sniffed her hair and kissed it with a smile.

Originally, Feng Hongyin had taken the cloth and was about to cover it on her hair, but Prince Zhu, who had drunk too much, looked at the people under him and gritted his teeth: "You...... How good do you think it would be if you weren't a Qinglou woman? ”