The dressed-up little Haitang passed by the thin and wretched man, and actually bumped into the man and staggered.
Before going out, she stood slightly in front of Zhao Er and whispered: "If Brother Zhao still misses a little bit of the friendship from the past, please leave Xiaohu in my room so that I can still be there when I come back."
See him."
"I'm afraid that's not possible."
Without waiting for Zhao Er to reply, the wretched man with a sharp voice came over again, "If you are attracted by some young man later, you have to come back to this room."
Before he finished speaking, the wretched man covered his mouth and started laughing: "Do you really want your brother to see that kind of sexy scene?"
Xiao Haitang glared at him angrily, turned to Zhao Er and said, "In that case, I can only ask Brother Zhao to treat my younger brother kindly.
Whatever you want, as long as I have it, I will definitely give it to you."
When Zhao Er heard her words, his blood boiled, but when he looked into Xiao Haitang's eyes, he found that her eyes were so cold that there was no trace of warmth.
In an instant, all the little flames in his heart were burned away. extinguish.
Xiao Haitang no longer looked at him, but took steps with determination, walking step by step towards the Wanhua Terrace in the Wanhua Pavilion Hall.
Xiaohu chased him out of the room, but was grabbed by Zhao Er's arm.
He was seen crying and shouting, "Sister, no, sister, no."
Little Haitang turned her head slightly, looked at the little man struggling desperately in Zhao Er's arms, held back her tears and smiled brightly: "Little tiger, be good, sister, come as soon as you go."
After saying that, she quickly turned back, fearing that her brother behind her would see her tears rolling down again.
"No, sister."
The young Xiaohu cried even louder, causing the wretched man beside him to start to complain: "I said Zhao Er, you let him make such a fuss because you want your mother to punish you."
The two of us, why don’t we quickly find something to stop this kid’s mouth?
Will this Wanhua Building continue to do business?”
Tang Xiaoman stood aside and listened to him saying such inhumane words, and wanted to beat this wretched man up.
Zhao Er responded obediently.
After the wretched man left, he spit on the ground viciously and whispered: "I'm just a turtle slave.
Why should you boss me around?"
After venting his anger, he led Xiaohu down the corridor at the other end toward the backyard.
Tang Xiaoman stood there and looked around.
The little Haitang just turned left to go to Wanhua Terrace, while Zhao Er and Xiao Hu turned right to the backyard.
So should he go left or right?
While he was hesitating, he heard bursts of commotion coming from the Wanhua Terrace.
After a while, the noise gradually faded away, replaced by a guqin sound that sounded familiar to Tang Xiaoman.
Where had she heard that low, melodious and slightly sad tune before?
Tang Xiaoman thought carefully, and suddenly remembered the guqin he had seen in Mu Yunbai's room, and then remembered that Mu Yunbai seemed to have played this piece of music more than once.
Mu Yunbai, is it Mu Yunbai who is playing?
Tang Xiaoman thought a little excitedly, so he ran towards the Wanhua Terrace regardless.
But when she arrived at Wanhua Terrace, she was stunned by the sight in front of her.
There is a small wooden high platform in the middle hall with a patio structure.
Little Begonia, dressed in pink, is sitting on the high platform and playing the guqin.
A beam of skylight like a stage chasing light shines through the small round hole in the roof.
The shot came down and shone on her body, making her the only focus on this thousand-flower stage.
The Wanhua Terrace was surrounded by men visiting the brothel.
Tang Xiaoman looked over and suddenly spotted Mu Yunbai dressed in white among the crowd
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