Chapter 17:

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Feng Zhiwei didn't pay attention, and kept stopping.
Suddenly, his waist was tight, his body was already hugged, and an elegant man incense came, and then he heard the shouting behind him.
"You don't save me, I said you raped me!"
Feng Zhiwei settled down and turned slowly, pointing at his nose, and asked incredulously: "I? Strong? Violent? You?"
The man smiled fascinatingly, swaying his curly hair, nodding in a variety of styles, and by the way, showing his torn clothes to Feng Zhiwei to see: "Well, you have torn my clothes, the evidence is like a mountain."
Feng Zhi gasped with a very angry smile: "On the old face of your Excellency, the gullies on the face can kill people, me? Strong? Violent? You?"
"Hello, you have a little conscience?" The man was anxious and sent a face straight to her. "I am the old face? The old face? The old face?"
Feng Zhiwei glanced up close, and had to admit that he had indeed spoken in conscience. If this face is old, everyone in the world can enter the coffin.
Such a pretty face is so persuasive that both men and women are very persuasive.
When the situation cannot be avoided, there is no need to avoid it.
This is an essay from the book just now, and she agreed with her. Feng Zhi smiled and said, "OK, save you, let go first."
The man looked at her diagonally, feeling that this person was untrustworthy, and Feng Zhiwei was not struggling, so he turned around in his arms and quickly broke up his hair bun.
The silk flower he bought soon covered his head.
The newly-purchased peach branch embroidered silk cloth with a hula unfolded and draped over his shoulder.
As soon as he raised his hand, he poured the ochre sauce of sugar lotus in the porcelain jar on his face, and smeared it for a while. The jade-colored skin immediately became yellow-black.
Then he crossed his elbows and pushed him against the tree.
A series of actions were completed in one go, and the man hadn't responded yet. Feng Zhiwei had finished the processing, and the chasing the soldiers had already approached.
What a fierce girl army.
He was a fat lady at first, with a left-handed chopper and a right-handed chopping board, and a left-handed gun with a right stick.
Then came a group of Yingying Yanyan, whose appearance was similar to the woman's appearance, and their murderous weapons varied in size from the washboard to the spatula.
The group of people came violently, and the first woman shook his sword and shouted: "The one who killed a thousand knives, dare to carry the old lady to steal the fish! I will not castrate you today, my surname is written upside down!"
The big foot shot rushed over and thought that he could certainly catch his old man who was not repaired, but he didn't want to see a young man in Tsing Yi, who was bowing his head and laughing with a woman.
The woman wore silk flowers and embroidered blouse. The teenager covered her body, and half of the woman's face was black.
Hearing vocals, the teenager turned back, a strange and ordinary face, with a little consternation and unhappiness.
Seeing so many people, the Daihua woman seemed ashamed and unsuccessful.
In front of the two of them, neither of them is at odds with the enemy. I thought that I would have caught my homely ghost and never wanted to smash someone else’s good deeds. The fat lady suddenly talked a little, embarrassed, and waved her hand. Whistling away.
Under Feng Zhiwei's arm, the beautiful uncle exhaled a long breath.
With a smile, Feng Zhiwei withdrew his arm, Feng Zhiwei stopped the other person to thank, and spread his hand, "The Jiangnan Road produced four feet of embroidered gold flower silk cloth, the new entry point of Fengyizhai gold powder silk flower, and the Sifangzhai glutinous rice sugar lotus root, A total of sixteen twenty-eight money, thank you."
The man's bent waist stiffened in half, raised his head in a bitter sorrow, and said with open mouth: "Can you owe it?"
Feng Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your Excellency entered the yard, but she didn't even bring money?"
"What is the skill of using the money to float the girl?" The man's proud waist, "It can make the wind-dusty woman willing to post, just like a man."
Feng Zhiwei looked at him up and down again, and if he realized, he nodded: "Yes, with your appearance, it's hard to say who is taking advantage."
"You..." Feng Zhiwei had already said quickly before the other party showed his fangs: "You can't pay for the night fertility, you can't pay for the life-saving expenses-your wife hasn't gone far!"
Helpless, the man bowed his head and fumbled for a long while, and passed a small seal, saying, "This is Tian Huangshi's, it's worth a lot of money..."
It is "value money", a large piece of finger on the market with good quality Tian Huangshi, worth thousands of dollars.
Feng Zhiwei took it unsatisfiedly, frowning: "It's still more cost-effective to use silver..." and put it in his pocket.
The uncle Beauty kept watching her behavior, and suddenly said: "Are you a little servant here? It's a pity that you are a talent like this, and you are in this fireworks place. Do you want to change places?"
Feng Zhiwei waved his hands with no interest, "Thank you, forget it."
"Then when did you change your mind and go to Songshan, ten miles outside the city, to find me, and find Xiaoxin with this seal?"
Feng Zhiwei nodded perfunctoryly, watching uncle "Xiao Xin" sneaking away like a thief, and suddenly stopped him.
"A word of mouth-Your Excellency, Madam?"
Uncle Bianbianzui: "Wang."
"..."
It was too late, Feng Zhiwei went in from the back door, first sent silk flowers to Yanhong, just about to push the door, the curtain was lifted, and one person rushed out quickly, hitting her full of arms, and then heard the sharp red voice, cursing: "Which The from home! Dare to ask the old lady to spend the night!
The man was ashamed, turned his head back and resented: "Master Ben looks at you, half a silver is not worth it!"
Feng Zhi was stunned. He didn't expect to hide for a long time, but he still collided with Feng Hao.
Feng Hao didn't notice the little guy. He was shaking with anger. He had just met a group of decent friends earlier, took him to play around, saw many new things, and encouraged him to "taste the taste of women", saying One or two silvers are enough. I don’t want to go to the Lanxiangyuan today. The broken silver was taken out directly.
As soon as the door curtain flicked, Yanhong Liu's eyebrows came upright, and his fingers almost poked on Feng Hao's nose: "It's sour, go back to your mother's belly, and think of my mother, it's too early!"
Feng Hao, from petty to big, how to bear this kind of anger, reached out to fan Yan Yan's slap: "Smelly table child!"
A hand suddenly turned into the air and gently slammed his slap.
Feng Hao blushed, earning, but not struggling, and then raised his eyes to see the opposite, and Huang Xiaoxiao looked at him quietly.