Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

? The distance between the two is not far or close, so they walked all the way.

When she reached the lonely alley, she stopped at the door of a house somewhere, pursed her lips and smiled and blessed him.

The dull man stretched out his hand in a panic.

"Be careful on the way to Goro." Her voice was soft and shallow, with a smile.

On Friday, Lang's simple and dark face suddenly turned red, and he stammered: "Hey...hey, I know, you should be careful alone."

They looked at each other in silence for a while, and then she turned back home with a smile.

The dull Friday Lang stood at the door, and after a while he left with a smile on his face.

Feng Hongyin watched not far away.

She used to be a famous prostitute in the capital, and the men she met were either rich or noble. She was always a scholar of Confucian scholars, and she talked about things that are very beautiful.

She would wear a little white coat, comb the temples of the most fashionable flying fairy in Beijing, and dot half of a pale red plum between her eyebrows.

Those hands were used to strum the strings, but now they are so complacent, walking down the street with a countryman who looks frustrated and ugly, and smiles because of the hosta that can be bought with a little bit of silver. .

Feng Hongyin walked slowly to her door.

The house looks small and small, with moss on the damp walls, and dry branches stretched out their hands from the courtyard to spread outside the walls.

The vermilion paint on the door is mottled and old, and it looks quite old.

Feng Hongyin looked at this door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who." A familiar voice came from the door, and Feng Hongyin did not answer.

After a while, the door was opened.

She probably thought it was Wu Lang who had forgotten something, so she turned back and knocked on the door, with a faint smile on her face.

After seeing the person in front of him, the smile froze suddenly.

She stepped back two steps, lowered her head, and respectfully saluted: "Lord."

Feng Hongyin looked at her and stretched out his hand to help her up.

After she got up, the smile on her face had disappeared, leaving only calm and flat.

"I wonder what happened to the prince who came this time?"

Feng Hongyin stared at the person in front of him firmly, then his eyes turned slightly.

She wore the very cheap hairpin in her blue silk, which made it an eyesore.

Feng Hongyin stretched out his hand, trying to take off the hairpin, but was dodged by someone.

She looked at him vigilantly, but she was still respectful of his identity: "Why did the prince come?"

"For you." Feng Hongyin replied like this without even thinking about it.

This answer stunned her.

Feng Hongyin looked straight at her.

"Why did you leave Cuiyu Tower?"

The person in front of him was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question.

"I went to Cuiyu Tower to find you, saying that you ransomed yourself, and no one knows where you went..."

He rarely wanted to reminisce about the past with her and talk about his previous friendship.

He has never cared about anyone, and has never been so sober as he is now.

"Master," she has a pale face, especially alienated in the not-so-bright moonlight: "If it weren't for force, no woman would want to enter the brothel as a prostitute."

Feng Hongyin had a meal.

Knowing he had said something wrong, he gave a dry "um", and then said, "I saw you on the street and didn't dare to recognize it. How did you dress like this?"

She is wearing a slightly bloated padded jacket today, and she is not at all immortal in her dress.

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