The man didn't explain, but simply asked, "When are you free? I'll take you to see the soldiers and horses that your Yan family has privately raised."
Yan Bojian smiled faintly: "When did Mr. Fu become interested in male prostitution?"
Not wanting to recall the past, he suddenly realized, "Didn't you leave? If you came back, how would you know I lived in this courtyard?"
"The day after tomorrow?"
The cold weather in August is unbearable, but the fresh breeze this morning makes people feel refreshed both physically and mentally.
The brother and sister headed straight for East Eighth Street.
Before Yan Funing could say anything, another person came to the door.
Wan Niang was worried when she heard this and tried to comfort him gently, "Ci Yi's injuries haven't healed completely yet, so don't cause any more trouble."
"No problem." Yan Bojian pointed at Cha Zhenhan calmly, "It would be boring if Bojian were here."
"That's bad. You guys are back before breakfast." Yan Yingying said.
If it were her, he would have strangled her breath.
Shi Yangyang smiled and said, "It's a quarrel, it's a quarrel, your brother has something to do in his spare time, so you brought me here."
Yan Bojian said gently, "Is it too late for you to invest now?"
The next morning, a gentle breeze blew.
There was a pea-sized blood clot and scab under the man's lip, and he walked in quickly.
"For your sake, can you two stop arguing today?" Yan Funing said this, and when she looked up, she found that Yan Bojian had also come.
Yan Yingying looked at Yan Funing and asked, "Sister, are you in a bad mood today?"
In the past, because I was recuperating in the main courtyard, breakfast was always brought to the main courtyard by the master before I ate. Today, I was in a bad mood, and my wounds had healed a lot, so Fu Beimo went to the dining room.
Fearing that I might say something shocking, Yan Funing pushed me away and said, "Go to the restaurant and wait."
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