"What a childhood sweetheart."

Ling Wanwan snorted softly.

At noon, Qi'er came over, and she told Ling that the house where the beads were held had been cleaned up, and Zhang asked her to go over to see if there was anything that was not in sight, so as not to spread and dirty the reputation of the Ling family.

Ling Wanwan set off to the Agarwood Courtyard.

Zhang Nianzhu's boudoir is no different from Ling Wanwan's, Zhang's loves her, and the gold and silver jewelry she uses is even higher than Ling Wanwan's.

Ling Wanwan glanced at the things in the dresser and suddenly found a sign entering and leaving Lingyue Tower.

"What kind of place is Lingyue Tower?"

She asked Chunying.

"Miss, it's a place to sing operas."

Chun Ying replied.

"Got it."

Ling Wanwan withdrew her eyes and told Qi'er that she hadn't noticed anything wrong, and asked her to go back and talk to Zhang.

"Does Miss Biao like to listen to music very much?"

When she returned to the courtyard, she asked Chunying.

Chunying shook her head, "I haven't seen Miss Biao watch a few plays, let alone go to the theater." ”

A few days later, Ling Wanwan decided to leave for Lingyue Tower.

"Sister Juan'er."

As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, he ran into Lu Zhiheng.

Zhang Nianzhu was sent back to Xuzhou, and he hid in the house for several days before he dared to come to her.

Ling Wanwan didn't look at him squarely, he followed cheekily.

The two of them went to Lingyue Tower together, and while Lu Zhiheng booked a private room, Ling Wanwan quietly told Chunying to inquire about Zhang Nianzhu.

Lu Zhiheng returned to her and saw that she was the only one left, thinking that she had arranged it on purpose, and he was overjoyed.

The two of them sat in the Huahao Pavilion, and Lu Zhiheng insisted on being next to her.

Ling Wanwan's mind was on Zhang Nianzhu's sign, and she was looking at everything in the theater from the moment she sat down.

When his gaze swept to the Moon Pavilion opposite, he suddenly felt a chill on his body.

"Miss, the slave family is wrong!"

The shopkeeper accidentally spilled the sour plum soup on her.

Summer clothes were already thin, and when the sour plum soup was poured tightly on her skin, her fair skin suddenly loomed.

"Sister Juan'er."

Lu Zhiheng took off his robe and put it on her intimately.

The window was shut, blocking out the cold gaze of the man opposite.

Ling Wanwan was restless.

"Master Lu, you go and help me pick up clean clothes from the carriage, there are spare ones in them."

Ling Wanwan told Lu Zhiheng.

"Okay."

He immediately got up.

In the Flower Pavilion, Ling Wanwan hid behind the screen and took off her wet clothes.

The body is sticky, and she has to wipe it with a sweat towel dipped in water.

The sweat towel was wrung out and placed on the snow-white back shoulder, which was suddenly covered by a pair of large hands and pressed tightly on her back shoulder.

Ling Wanwan's body trembled, and her breathing was slightly suffocated.

The broad palm of his hand was pressed against the back of her shoulder, and she could already smell the familiar smell of him.

"Benjun is here to help you, Mrs. Lu."

With anger in his eyes and a smile at the end of his eyes, he deliberately called her Mrs. Lu.

"How did you get in?"

Ling Wanwan turned around and glared at him with a frown.

Zhao Huaiyi threw down the key in his hand and his eyes fell on her snow. White place.

"Sour plum soup, it's also your hands and feet?"

Ling Wanwan covered it with her hand sluggishly.

"Lu Gongzi is still outside."

She was so nervous that she stepped back.

"See, it's close."

With fire in his words, he ripped her obstructive hand off.

He took the man out and pressed it against the edge of the table, and clasped his hand on her back, each of which fell extremely roughly.

Breathing rapidly, Ling Wanwan's body gradually became soft, and she slid weakly against the edge of the table.

Zhao Huaiyi fished it out with his hand and let her sit on the table.

The table is facing the door, and when you open it, you can see the incense in the room. A glamorous scene.