Chapter 381： Female honor: willing to be the minister under His Majesty's skirt (31)

Yan Luo's beauty is unparalleled, enough to have the capital to make Xiguo women crazy.

Even if he is just a man who has fallen into the dust, there are still countless noble women who carry a lot of money and only ask each other for one night.

Such a cash cow is naturally impossible to give up easily.

She single-handedly built this Fengming Building, but it was just for personal gain.

Businessmen naturally have the sophistication of businessmen.

If the other party is willing to offer an exciting price, then it is not impossible to redeem Yan Luo.

As the owner of Fengming Tower, it is not too much for her to make such a request.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the look of the boy opposite.

Qing Ye's eyes were cold, and his every move was alienated, and there was an inviolable coercion on his body.

The young man put his fingertips on the table lightly, and said softly, "Yes, three times the price of the first night."

When the words fell, Qing Ye slowly took out the silver note from his sleeve, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Master Feng Ming.

"The first night plus the ransom is a lot."

The young man said coldly.

How could the prime minister of Feng Yuan country not have the wisdom of the city.

At first, he chased power and delusional change the rules of the world.

External things like money also keep coming in like accessories.

Carrying it with you is also a premeditated plan.

After all, in this world, to a certain extent, money can do everything.

Like now.

The owner of Fengming Building took the bank notes, and after silently counting them, he respectfully said to the young man opposite: "Then, Yan Luo belongs to the son.

Hearing the sound, Qing Ye frowned slightly.

After waiting for a while, the owner of Fengming Building handed the deed of prostitution to Qingye.

The young man just took it without saying a word, without looking at it, and put it directly into his sleeve.

Then he got up indifferently and went upstairs.

…

Qingye stood at the door of Yan Luo's room, silent for a moment, before raising his hand and knocking on the door.

For a moment.

The door is opened.

After a cup of tea, the two sat facing each other.

Yan Luo added new tea.

Qing Yeqing's cold eyes carried a bit of hostility, and looked at the beautiful young man in front of him unhurriedly.

She's so cute, and she looks the same.

When His Majesty brought it back, he was also upset to see it.

Best to never see it again.

After a moment of silence, Qingye pushed the deed of prostitution to Yan Luo.

Indifferent tone: "Now, you are free."

Yan Luo was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the thing handed by the other party.

It was indeed his contract of sale.

"Did that girl send you here?"

Yan Luo put away the deed of prostitution, then raised his eyes to look at the cold boy opposite, and asked in confusion.

Qing Ye squinted his eyes and pursed his lips irritably.

After a pause, thin lips parted lightly: "What deal did you do with her?"

The white-robed prime minister lowered his eyelashes slightly, covering his increasingly deep eyes.

When the other party's words fell, Yan Luo slowly handed the purse to Qing Ye again.

Said: "That girl is dealing with this thing."

"Pouch?"

Qing Ye squinted his eyes, and there was an obvious coldness in his voice.

Yan Luo was also stunned by the other party's cold voice, and explained: "It's not a purse, it's what's in the purse."

Qing Ye raised his eyes, looked at the other party indifferently, and took the purse with a cold face.

The young man lowered his eyes and opened his purse.

The white beads inside were exposed.

Qing Ye paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he took out the beads with his fingertips.

There is a cool temperature on the white beads.

When it touched the fingertips of the young man, Bai Zhu faintly glowed with white light, and it was fleeting.

Qingye frowned.

It was as if... a warm trickle penetrated into the body along the fingertips.

It's just a momentary feeling.