Chapter 1651： Permit by body (2)

"It's not pretty."

An Ziqi nodded and said, completely forgetting that she was planning to curse.

The man in blue was amused by her reaction, his confused look was so cute.

Xiao Yimo dropped a black line on her forehead. She felt that if she didn't come forward to stop her, she might be hooked up by the little white rabbit sister-in-law.

With a cough, he stepped forward and pulled the person back to the seat, "Just look at these little fresh meats. One is weaker than the other. They are all insignificant. They are far behind my brother. Don't look at the flowers. Caught my eye."

"That's natural, my husband is naturally the best." An Ziqi said smugly.

Of course, her vision for choosing a husband is first-rate. As for the **** things Xiao Moli did in the past, she has long been selectively forgotten.

Xiao Yimo rolled her eyes, An Ziqi is definitely his brother's number one fan, and she is simply worrying about it in vain.

"Enough, enough, don't show affection here, keep these and tell my brother about it."

...

The two were arguing, and there was a drumbeat downstairs.

An Ziqi raised her eyes and looked down the hall downstairs.

I saw that in the center of the stage, I didn't know when a few pieces of veil had been hung from the roof. A woman in a red dance dress was standing in the middle of the veil with a veil on her face, dancing to the sound of drums.

The clothes on her body fluttered with the movements of her dance, like a butterfly hiding in a light veil.

With every step of her dance, little red marks were left on her feet.

After the dance was finished, the hanging light veils fell instantly, revealing the woman in red inside.

And the mark under her step just formed a gorgeous red lotus.

Applause sounded in the hall, and An Ziqi also clapped in the upper box.

The woman in red bends down to thank everyone and prepares to step down.

"Hold on."

A voice suddenly rang, and An Ziqi looked towards the place where the sound was made.

It was the sound made by the greasy man just now.

"Master, what do you have to say?" After hearing his voice, Xiao Er immediately stepped forward from the side of the hall and asked respectfully.

The fat man pointed his finger at the woman on the stage and said, "I want her to come down and accompany me."

"Sorry, Miss Ling'er just came to the teahouse to do business, and she didn't accompany the guests, so please forgive me." Xiao Er replied politely and politely.

"Why, is this looking down on me?" the greasy-faced man yelled arrogantly.

He took out a stack of silver bills from his body and threw it towards Xiao Er.

"Master has money, let her down quickly."

"This master, really can't do it." The Xiaoer refused with some embarrassment.

"The person I'm fond of, no one dared to say no." The oily man snorted coldly.

"Since you toast not to eat, don't blame me for letting you eat fine wine."

After speaking, they waved at the people behind them, and those people rushed to the stage immediately, and despite Ling'er's struggle, they rushed them down.

"Master, someone brought it down for you."

The oil-headed man looked at the woman wearing a light veil in front of him, smiled with satisfaction, then stretched out his hand to pull the veil off her face and touched her smooth face.

"My dear, be with you tonight, all the money is yours."

"Go away, don't touch me, I don't want your silver." Linger struggled desperately.

However, her strength is nowhere comparable to those men, it is useless at all.