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"Oh, really?"

Bai En looked at Wu Pingmei, and a trace of a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

No one in the hall dared to speak again. The music from before instantly stopped. Everyone held their breath as they watched attentively, wishing that they could escape from this place as soon as possible.

"If you open the door for business, I'll bring some money to you. I'll take any girl I like, what do you say?"

Bai Jiran's face sank as a displeased aura recklessly spread throughout the hall. Every single one of his actions had a bearing on everyone's fate.

"Lady, which room upstairs are you in? Shall we go in? "

He took a step forward, reached for the cold spring, and squeezed her chin to force her to look up and down.

"Less …" Wu Pumei still wanted to speak.

"If you don't want to see the scene of the Hundred Blood Flower Pavilion, then shut your mouth." Bai Dun didn't wait for Wu Pingmei to finish her sentence and replied with a heavy tone.

"Mom, stop it."

Suddenly, five or six girls rushed up to Wu Pimera and carried her away from the place.

They all wanted to live.

"Young Marshal, there's a new room upstairs that has never been contaminated before. Should I bring you up?"

The attendant quickly stepped forward to introduce them, obviously trying to curry favor with them.

Bai Tong then turned around and picked up the cold spring spirit and followed the servant upstairs.

"It's over. It seems that my end of the day has arrived …"

The spirit of the cold spring did not dare to struggle, obediently lying in his arms, allowing him to carry her. Cautiously looking at Bai Jiran's expression, one of them mumbled softly.

When the door opened, it was indeed very clean. All the furniture was new, and the bedding was also new.

Bai Jiran stood by the door and did not move. Li Jun brought a few people in and changed all the bedding into his. They prepared some snacks and tea for themselves. He checked the room to see if there were any hidden traps or not. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction and closed the door behind him.

Leng Quan Ling could hear her heart pounding. She had no idea how Bai Mo Ran would treat her.

Xiao Bai walked in front of the bed with large strides and threw Leng Quan Ling onto the bed. He then casually lifted his cloak and pulled away her qipao. Without saying anything, he gave her two slaps.

As someone who had trained in martial arts before, the strength in his hands was not to be underestimated. Bai Tong did not hold back his strength at all and gave her two tight slaps. Instantly, her entire body turned scarlet.

Ah!

Leng Quan Ling laid there, feeling the pain on her body. She reached out her hand to cover it, but it was already too late.

"How dare you. It's fine if you come to Hundred Flowers Pavilion, but I thought you were Tu Xin. "How dare you dress like this and stand in front of me, do you think your husband is dead?"

If it was any other woman, she would have long buried them one by one!

He stood by the side of the bed with his arms crossed. His eyes were as wide as a wolf's, as if he was about to eat someone. His face was overcast, and a storm was about to fall.

"It's not like I'm accompanying guests. I'm just here to get something new! Besides, I drew it so ugly, who would like it? "

The Cold Spring Spirit rubbed the sore spot and sat up, looking at Bai Ran pitifully, grumbling to him in a low voice, "You beat me to death."

"Look, you're not learning. These useless things can be learned pretty quickly!"

Xiao Bai casually threw away the belt and stepped onto the bed. He grabbed her arm and forcefully twisted it, causing her to fall back onto the bed.

"Were those two slaps not enough?" You still dare to act coquettishly with me? Speak properly! "

Only then did Leng Quan Ling become silent. This young marshal was not like other people. Those evil methods of his had no effect on him at all. Perhaps they would have the opposite effect.

"I'm here to learn how to draw and write from the boss here. You should know better than me how capable the women here are. I only learn from them, it's fine if I don't learn bad things."

"The nearer the better, the nearer the better. I'm afraid that it won't work if the time goes on. Tell me, for the sake of Meng Yujun and Bai Lihua, do you really need to put in so much effort? It's fine if you dress well and show some of the young marshal's wife's style. "

Bai Tong let go of Leng Quan Ling, sat down on the side, and began to pull off his military jacket.

"Do you know what's the point of persuading me like that? My mother died and my two children died. I have made some sacrifices to such a huge amount of hatred. What are you afraid of? "

When the Cold Spring Spirit heard Bai Jiran's tone, he knew he wasn't confident.

"Even so, you can't dress up like this and go to my hall, right? I have been busy with all sorts of things recently, and have come to take care of you when I have the time.

Bai JInggran was finally relieved. His complexion had also calmed down. He reached out his hand to poke the forehead of the Cold Spring Spirit and started to complain with a frown.

He was really about to die from anger. The situation was already tense, the British were always on the move, and he could not relax for even a moment.

It was one thing to be busy with government affairs, but the cold spring spirit still wasn't at ease. It wasn't that he had sent a few people to follow her. If something really happened tonight …

He really needed to massacre the entire city in order to suppress the hatred in his heart!

"I am taking responsibility for you! With Bai Lihua here, you and the British Council will always have a close relationship. Outsiders will always sound bad. If I can take care of her as soon as possible, then Meng Yujun will fall as well.

The cold spring spirit knew that he was in the wrong today, so he quickly undid his buttons to curry favor with him.

"Bai Lihua is just a weak little girl, you don't have to be afraid of her. But Meng Yujun …

Bai Jiran was lost in thought as he spoke. He had been concealing many things because this Meng Yujun truly had too many secrets and too many invisible hands behind his back.

"It's just that this Meng Yujun isn't so easy to get rid of. I've never told you before that she used the name of the Handsome Manor to build 88 large smokestacks. The people behind these smokestacks are all connected. All of the accounts and transactions are handled by her, so I absolutely cannot act rashly, dragging her along with me. "

The spirit of the cold spring had always known that Meng Yujun couldn't be underestimated, but she didn't know what it was all about. Today, she finally knew everything.

The fact made her gasp.

What was the scale of the 88 big smokestacks?

There were countless crazy addicts, money flowing like water, and a relationship like a spider's web.

Leng Quan Ling had known since she was young that Leng Yujiang was often nagging at home.

— — Don't smoke anything you touch, don't talk about wasting your money. If you don't pay attention, you might offend a big shot and your life will be taken.