Chapter 4447

Zhuang Qingyun sighed, seeming to be full of melancholy: "This matter is over for the time being, let's talk about it, when we get to that child, we must want to hug him and show you first.

I heard that the child looks very much like a saint, with pink make-up and jade. It's not too late to make up your mind after you see the child. "

Just as he was talking, he heard Qin Wuyan ask nonchalantly: "Are you all good at reading women's minds in this line of work?"

Qing Huan nodded: "Naturally, the madam is well-informed, and she taught us all this knowledge..."

Qin Wuyan laughed abruptly, picked up a bottle of wine, stood up and walked out while holding a bottle of wine in his hand. Seeing this, Zhuang Qingyun also stood up and grabbed him: "Wuyan, where are you going?"

"Go out for a walk, the child's affairs are not in a hurry, at least we have to wait until the child is 100 days old, Xiao Yu is still like a child, how can I take care of the child?

Although there are many servants in the mansion, but with Xiaoyu's temperament, once the child arrives at the priest's mansion, she will definitely do it herself..." Qin Wuyan shook off Zhuang Qingyun's hand, and walked out unsteadily Zhuangzi.

Zhuang Qingyun frowned, and wanted to catch up, but looked at the sky, then at the unfinished stewed beef on the plate, and waved to the guard in the shadow: "Follow the priest."

Instead, he sat down again, and said to Qing Huan, "Play a few more tunes, let me listen to you."

After eating and drinking enough, he went to look for Qin Wuyan, most likely he went to look for the old bustard that Qing Huan was talking about.

Zhuang Qingyun really did not guess wrong, Qin Wuyan, who was seven points drunk, really went to Qinghuan Tower, took out an ingot of gold and threw it at it, and saw the old bustard with a big black mole on his face in Qinghuan Tower .

The old bustard rushed over with a pink feather fan, touched the yellow gold ingot on the table, and wished she could laugh like a flower: "My lord, I see that you are so heroic, handsome and tall, why don't you come to us?" This kind of place?"

Rich, wearing exquisite clothes, any accessories can make a middle-level family busy for a lifetime, and they are also dignified, so they look like a decent person.

The old bustard has seen a lot of people of all kinds, and she is afraid that people like Qin Wuyan will come here to deliberately spoil her place. After all, although there are not many top-quality men in her Qinghuanlou, all of them have received rich or expensive men. The mistress of the house or the rich girl's...

Could it be that this man's wife, concubine or confidante also visited her Qinghuanlou?

Thinking about it this way, the old bustard was in a bad mood, "My lord, for a person of your status, there shouldn't be any relatives coming to our place, right? Or are you here just to have fun?"

Qin Wuyan smelled of alcohol, his eyes were blurred, and he stared at the old bustard. The old bustard saw that there was no fierce look in his eyes. After observing the words and expressions, he thought he understood, and waved his hand behind him, "Go, take the things here. The young masters are all called over, and stay with this master well."

Qin Wuyan waved his hand: "I'm not looking for someone, are you the bustard here?"

"Exactly!"

"I'm here to look for you!" Qin Wuyan propped his head.

The old bustard stared wide-eyed, full of disbelief: "Looking for me?"

Then he smiled shyly, held a handkerchief and raised his hand at Qin Wuyan, "Don't be kidding me, sir, I'm already so old, I can't even cover my face with wrinkles, you'd like me like this Man, I'm still kind of self-aware."

Qin Wuyan only felt that the raised handkerchief brought a burst of sweet smell, and the powder went straight into his nostrils. He sneezed several times in a row, grabbed the folding fan on the table and pushed the old bustard away. After a while, he opened his mouth and said: "I heard that you know women's minds very well. Tell me, what do women think? I treat her so well, I can't wait to give her my heart, why does she treat me so well?" Is it hot or cold and unpredictable?"