Chapter Twenty-Five: What is shy, it's not that I haven't seen it

"Hurry up, Ah Shun, invite the prince inside, and arrange the best wine and food!"

Yan Huaiji smiled in his eyes, but his lips were slightly white, "Princess......"

"Oh, I know, the little princess of the prince's family is the most beautiful and moving, how can I forget the princess, I will send someone to send the princess's share to the mansion!"

After threatening, she whispered: "Don't help it, Lord Wang." ”

It is said that the Seven Kings used incense to eat in the Song family, and many of them watched at the door.

"Is it really okay for you to ignore your apprentices like this?"

Song Yiran recalled Xiao Changyi's angry appearance just now, and asked rhetorically, "Did you say anything to him?" ”

"I didn't say anything, I just said that his master invited me to come, so he didn't get in the way." He replied lightly, his chopsticks gripping the pastry.

And then he said something that children can't listen to.

Song Yiran's intuition knew that it was not that simple, but he didn't ask too much, and left after serving the food himself.

Yan Huaiji didn't eat this kind of fried food in the original world, but he left for a long time, and he did miss it a little and ate two bites.

After a while, a group of girls were brought up with shy faces.

Yan Huaiji sat by the window and swept them with his peripheral vision, and found Song Yiran in the ...... Collect money.

...... How do you feel like your beauty has been sold?

"Shopkeeper sister, cough, is this really appropriate?"

"Proper good sister, you can sit here and watch, a beautiful man like the Seven Kings is rare~ When the time comes, call your sisters and sisters together, and you can also make a group purchase discount!"

Song Yiran was happily counting the silver coins, and ran to the first floor to keep accounts.

The building was very lively, and I saw a group of dark-clothed guys rushing in one after another, led by a man who was short and slightly chubby, scanning the four directions.

"Take back their wine!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the little guy wanted to make a move, Bai Qiudai, who was sitting in the rocking chair at the door basking in the sun, lifted his eyelids, jumped into the building in the blink of an eye, and kicked his feet.

He spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth and said lazily: "Who dares to do it?" ”

The short and fat man rubbed his beard and glared, "You dare to beat my people?!" ”

"Wait!"

Song Yiran stood between the two of them, and stopped the posture that was about to start in time, "Who are you this nobleman, you have to figure out the reason for making trouble, don't you?" ”

"Huh, why? I am the big proprietor of Wanshi Building, and forty percent of the money in the building is from my grandfather! This wine can only be sold in Wanshilou! ”

It turned out to be a troublemaker, so there was no need to give a good face.

Song Yiran wrapped her arms around and snorted coldly: "This was sent by Shopkeeper Yao himself, and our family was also invited to present the formula, although you are the owner of the building, you can't be so untrustworthy, right?" ”

"What is his shopkeeper Yao, and the building is not his alone, Grandpa Ben disagrees! Come on, get these wines back! ”

Bai Qiudai was trying to do something real, and there was a person downstairs.

"What's so noisy?"

Bai Wei squinted, but did not take the man in his eyes.

"This son, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, and leave quickly after eating, there is no restlessness in this building today!"

"Especially this little woman, who is still the shopkeeper, I'm afraid not to laugh at the dead, a woman should inherit the family lineage, husband and children! What kind of business do you come out of? ”

The more the cypress wart laughed, the more rampant it became.

"The women who come out to mix in the business are either ugly and have no men to want, or they can't give birth to a son!"

Song Yiran looked at his underbeaten appearance, and licked his molars with the tip of his tongue.

She regretted it, she should have let Big Brother Bai beat him up just now.

She tried to calm down.

But pacification failed.

"How much garlic did you meow eat, such a big breath, Zhang Fei is crazy and arrogant in women's clothes, I'm not a grass boat, don't send it to me, it's really a rectal brain touching the scene and only accounting for two words of garbage idiot!"

"You! You!!? ”

"Get out, rookie! I really don't know which woman has married you for eight lifetimes, the five big and three are ugly and ugly, and the people who are with you like toads are afraid that they all have to be vaccinated against rabies! ”

Bai Wei was angry after hearing this, picked up the long chair at hand and smashed it on Song Yiran's body!

Bai Qiudai was about to rush forward, but Yan Huaiji took the lead.

He put his arm around her waist and turned around, the chair smashed right behind him, and he closed his eyes in pain and snorted.

There was a commotion around him, but Song Yiran didn't hear it, but rolled up his sleeves, "How are you playing yin!" ”

Smack.

The people behind Yan Huaiji surrounded Bai Ye's men.

Cypress wart: "......"

Ling Ying once again showed a token, "The Seven Kings are here, come here, bring back the person who injured the prince!" ”

Bai Wei bullied the soft and was afraid of the hard, and when he saw that it was really the Seven Kings, he knelt down and begged for mercy, and even wanted to escape, but he was dragged back by the guards mercilessly.

Bai Qiudai was also urging the people around him to disperse quickly.

Song Yiran saw that he was taken away with his tail between his legs and sighed.

Such a good day to attract guests was disrupted by this guy.

She turned around with her head drooping, and an irony smell crept into her nose.

"You?" Song Yiran raised her eyes and said to Yan Huaiji, "Are you injured?!" ”

Yan Huaiji pursed his lips, "Hmm, but it's not because of this ......"

Before he finished speaking, Song Yiran pulled him up.

"Go upstairs, I've put a lot of medicine and stuff on it, I can give you a temporary treatment."

He was taken by her to the room on the third floor.

Song Yiran went to search for a wave, and took out the medicine box that was stored just in case. She had learned a few things before, just to cope with this temporary situation.

"Take your clothes off."

"Huh?"

Song Yiran hummed questioningly as he learned, "Don't be shy, it's not like you haven't seen it before." ”

"Princess...... It's quite proactive. ”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he unbuttoned his shirt.

The muscular lines still maintain their beauty.

It also feels great in the hand.

[I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss {shy}]

[What I miss is muscles, coincidentally, so am I! ] {color}]

Song Yiran removed his bleeding bandage, revealing the terrifying wound inside.

"Don't look at it, I'm afraid it will scare you."

“...... No. She exhaled, not knowing how he had been so badly injured.

This distance is almost as close to the heart.

She bandaged him from memory.

There was also a bow.

Yan Huaiji kept staring at her, very unclean.

It wasn't until Song Yiran finally raised his eyes to look at him that he came over slowly.

His gaze moved down to her moist and soft lips.

As the distance kept getting closer, she was also dodging backwards, her slender and soft waist constantly bending back.

He wrapped his arms around her waist at the last moment.

chuckle.

"A small waist is good."

"......" Song Yiran came back to her senses from that palpitating face, "cough, cough, cough!! ”

“......”

Yan Huaiji straightened out his clothes and went downstairs.

The customers downstairs watched as the shopkeeper of the Song Dynasty took the Seven Kings up, and then the Seven Kings sorted out their clothes and went downstairs.

"Will it be ......?"

"Shut up! In fact, you can discuss the affairs of the prince, eat quickly! ”

Yan Huaiji skipped them and boarded the carriage back.

When I left, I looked back and saw the tall restaurant, and my eyes were cold.

"Wan Shilou, that fat man is tired of life, right?"

Ling Ying retreated, knowing, "Yes, Lord Wang." ”