The evil prince is strong against the sky

Chapter 218 Chapter 219 Beirong (15)

Everyone was thinking like this, when they saw Mr. Fubai pulling people up the stairs.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the steps, Mr. Fubai bumped his foot on the steps of the stairs, and he fell straight forward.If it fell, that peachy face would be crippled, but Mr. Fubai didn't raise his hand to protect it.

At this time, everyone was sure that Young Master Fubai was really drunk.

I don't even know how to cover my face, I'm definitely drunk and confused!
Seeing that face was about to hit the steps, the handsome man next to Mr. Fubai pulled him back suddenly.

"It's the steps." Jun Fan smiled and pulled Fu Bai to stand firm.

Fubai Zui looked at Jun Fan, and responded very slowly: "It's... the steps... then... go up... go upstairs..."

Fu Bai pulled Jun Fan upstairs, kicked up, kicked down, stumbling for a long time before going up half a floor.

The people around watched Fu Bai go upstairs, and they were frightened. They were not afraid that Fu Bai would fall, but they were afraid that Fu Bai would suddenly go crazy.

Also, who is that man who was dragged upstairs by Fu Bai?

Judging by his appearance, he shouldn't be drunk!
He didn't run away.

So brave!
You know, this situation may kill you in the next moment!

It's like walking with death.

Jun Fan felt the surprised gazes falling on his body from all around, and when Fu Bai almost fell down again, he leaned close to Fu Bai and whispered in Fu Bai's ear: "Act in moderation, speed up."

"It won't be long, drunk people go upstairs like this." Fu Bai rubbed his ears and whispered, "I didn't vomit while walking, it's already good."

Still want to throw up?
Is this person in a good mood?
Jun Fan pursed his lips slightly, glanced around, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his arms, and hugged Fu Bai by the waist.

Fu Bai exclaimed, subconsciously hugging Jun Fan.

"Where is the room?" Jun Fan asked.

"Fourth...fourth floor...drunk...Zuifu Pavilion..." Fu Bai came back to his senses, leaned his head on Jun Fan's shoulder, and spoke drunkenly.

After finishing speaking, he sighed like a floating white, found a comfortable position in Jun Fan's arms and lay down, with his head facing Jun Fan's chest, covering his speaking mouth, and whispered: "Brother Lu holds me, you can still walk So stable, are you not afraid of being suspected?"

Jun Fan strode forward, her lips were not covered, and she did not speak again.

It doesn't matter if she is drunk or not.

Jun Fan pursed his lips a little more, and went upstairs faster.

As for Jun Fan's acceleration, in the eyes of the lustful people around him, he could not bear to be teased by the whiteness, and quickly went upstairs to do business.

As for what to do, do you need to say?
This is where the breeze is coming, and it is the brothel of Guanlou.

Although most of the gentlemen who come in the breeze do not sell their bodies, and the guests cannot force them, but if the gentlemen themselves fancy the guests, they can still have sex overnight.

However, Mr. Fubai has always been the young master Qingfeng Xu came to worship on the altar. He can only watch from a distance, and no one dares to play with him. Except for Prince Beirong who comes over, Mr. Fubai never comes out to receive guests, let alone accompany him to drink.

However, it seems that Prince Beirong has not been favored by Mr. Fubai either. Those who often come to Qingfeng Xulai know that every time Prince Beirong comes to Qingfeng Xulai, he only stays in Mr. Fubai's room for a short while.

They secretly reckoned the short time, fearing that they would not even get hot under the covers.

Therefore, they were sure that Mr. Floating White had never been touched by anyone. He was clean, beautiful, charming and extremely dangerous, like a seductive piranha exuding a charming fragrance.

But now, Mr. Fubai actually dragged the person to his room. He didn't faint, let alone go crazy. He let a man hug him, nestled in the man's arms as obediently as a cat, and even stirred fire on the man. .

Is this Mr. Fubai drunk, or are they drunk and dazzled?

Is this floating white boy a fake?
Qingfeng Xulai's newly appointed steward heard the waiter's report and hurried out to check.

At first glance, he also thought he had misunderstood the person, but those purple-black peach blossom eyes could not be faked by anyone.

The steward's eyelids twitched, seeing that although Fu Bai was in a drunk state, his brows and eyes were full of smiles, he must be in a good mood, he shouldn't suddenly go berserk and try to step forward.

"This guest, Fubai will be a little drunk when he is..." The steward stopped three steps away from Junfan, trying to make his smile look gentle and normal.

"Get out... get out..." Fu Bai noticed that his blocked throat was free, he turned his head and scolded the steward, his drunken voice remained unchanged, "Dare...to block my way...do you want to die..."

"Fu..." The steward wanted to persuade him again.

"Get lost!" Fubai Zihei's drunken eyes turned cold, and the steward immediately stopped talking and stepped aside.

Jun Fan carried Fu Bai in his arms and continued to walk up to the fourth floor.

The steward looked at the two people going upstairs, couldn't keep the smile on his face anymore, turned around and hurried to find Shangfeng.

Although he only took over as the manager of this building an hour ago, he has been working in the building before, and he knows that Mr. Fubai is special in the building.

As the young master in the building, if Mr. Fubai didn't pick up guests or accompany him to drink, if he killed someone, they would act as if they didn't see it, and they would help with the aftermath.

Your Majesty obviously wants to protect Mr. Fubai!
Now, Young Master Fubai was drunk and was about to lose his virginity, how could he not be in a hurry?
However, Qingfeng Xulai has rules, as long as the son is voluntary, how can they serve the guests, the building can't interfere, let alone the drunk Mr. Fubai, who dares to intervene?

But, if Your Majesty knew that Mr. Fubai had been put to sleep, would he send him to see the former steward?
Done!Done!
He has to find Shangfeng quickly and report the matter, maybe he can stop it in time.

He has just been promoted to be a steward, and he has been in such a big trouble, it can't be worse.

The steward rushed to find Shangfeng, but when he turned the corner, he bumped into a slender man.

"Qi Hua? What are you doing out here?" The steward saw the person who bumped into him clearly, and immediately found an outlet for his suffocated anger, "Get out and wash the pail."

According to the rules of Qingfeng Xulai, men who have not picked up customers are not allowed to wander outside. This Qihua can't tell jokes and amuses, and he doesn't have any interesting talents. He just draws a picture, and no one orders it.It also delayed his urgent matter, and he was courting death.

Qi Hua lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Qi Hua is in charge, today a guest ordered Qi Hua to paint, and Mr. Fubai accompanied the guest to drink. Later, Mr. Fubai got drunk, and the guest was worried that something was wrong with Qi Hua. Qi Hua came out to rest for a while, Qi Hua has been restless and wanted to go and have a look, please forgive me."

The manager was very angry at first and wanted to push people away, but when he heard "Mr. Fubai", he immediately stopped, and the more he listened, the brighter his eyes became.

"You said that the guest who drank with Mr. Fubai also ordered you?" The steward grabbed Qi Hua and asked.

"Uh, yes." Qi Hua was taken aback by the sudden change in management.

"Okay, that's great." The manager was overjoyed and ordered, "You immediately take your painting tools and go to the Zuifu Pavilion on the fourth floor, and you must do everything possible to prevent that guest from doing anything to Mr. Fubai."

(End of this chapter)