Before Meng Jiuan could utter the word "right", he almost choked to death on his saliva.
Resisting the urge to cough, he turned his head to glance at Qin Songmo, who looked indifferent, and changed the subject, "What do you think? Is it appropriate for her to be there?"
Meng Jiuan originally wanted to send Li Shengyi away and then ask Qin Songmo directly why he could hear those strange words that Li Shengyi was thinking.
But when he heard that the other party was not very old, but actually knew the purpose of his visit to Qin Songmo today.
The idea in his mind was extinguished by him again.
Can't say.
At least I can't tell anyone now.
He could hear Li Shengyi's thoughts, and the other party knew so much. If others knew about it, he wondered if they would arrest them as monsters.
Even Qin Songmo can say it.
He picked up this little radish on the way to worship Buddha, and it turned out that he could hear her inner voice.
Later, Qin Songmo became estranged from her because of this incident and secretly sent her away. Where could he go to listen to her true feelings?
Having made up his mind, Meng Jiuan's twisted face finally calmed down.
He took a sip of the liquor and heard his friend speak in a low voice.
"If you're tired, you can go back to your room and rest. If you want to stay, you can."
Li Shengyi had little interest in the state affairs the two were discussing.
But she had to be careful because Meng Jiuan would mention Su Jinrou from time to time.
Her light brown eyes darted around in their sockets. She caught a glimpse of the chessboard not far away and asked crisply, "Daddy, can I go play over there?"
Following her finger, Qin Songmo nodded and said, "Go."
The tea room was not big, and even if Li Shengyi ran to the couch to play chess, he could still hear the conversation between Qin Songmo and the others.
If it were before, Meng Jiuan would definitely feel uncomfortable, after all, what they were discussing was not which brothel's top prostitute was.
Although he still felt uncomfortable now, because he heard a lot of bad things about Su Jinrou in Li Shengyi's voice.
But her voice was indeed useful.
Pinching the wine glass with his fingers, Meng Jiuan pretended to lower his voice deliberately and told his friend what Su Jinrou had said to him.
After all, she was the person he admired. In order to prevent Su Jinrou from being tormented by the dog emperor again, Meng Jiuan's tone was more sincere when he persuaded his friend.
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