Chapter 142 Popular Actor VS Useless Second Generation (1)
The soul-guiding lamp was almost invisible. Next to it stood a beautiful actress in green clothes and sparse makeup. At this moment, her eyes were confused, tears flashed in her eyes, and she was so pretty that she was moving.
"What do you want?" Shi Yi asked her.
"I was born in troubled times, and I learned to sing opera while wandering around. I became the most popular actress in Luoyanfang in Beiping, but no one has ever treated me sincerely. Men all regard me as a plaything, and women all look down on me." The actress swung her sleeves and asked herself: "What do I want? I don't know what I want. Maybe I want to be respected. I have been a supporting role on the stage for a lifetime, and I also want to be the protagonist."
"What price can you pay?" Shi Yi looked up at her, took the rice paper from Fu Liansheng's hand and signed his name.
"If there is anything you want on me, take it yourself." The actress didn't even look at the rice paper floating in front of her, and wrote his name in the same way as her.
Luoyanfang.
"Mr. Yuan, you are finally here." Mother Hua was wearing a pink coat and had a golden hairpin thicker than her finger on her head. She shook her waist, which was as thick as a bucket, and used her strength to pull the fair-skinned young man in front of her.
The young man in front of her looked tall and handsome, but he was actually the most useless second-generation in Beiping. The father of this second-generation was well-known. He was the biggest warlord in Beiping and had dozens of capable people under his command. If either side let him go, this place would tremble.
But as a mother of a brothel, it was enough for her to earn money, and she didn't care whether the second-generation could become a talent or not.
"Mother Hua, is Miss Shiyi here?" Yuan Shiyi signaled with his eyes, and the follower immediately took out a handful of silver dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into her hand.
"Yes, yes, yes, no one can be absent from Luoyanfang, except my precious daughter." When Hua's mother saw Yinyuan, her eyes immediately lit up, and she quickly ordered someone to take him upstairs.
Although it was the second time he came to see Hua Shiyi, Yuan Shiyi was already familiar with Luoyanfang, and when he arrived at the door, he waved his hand and asked his followers to leave.
Shiyi, who had just finished singing "Farewell My Concubine", was taking off his clothes. When he saw him push the door in, there was no surprise on his face.
Because this man was "attracted" by her beauty.
"Hua Shiyi, Hua Shiyi, your face really lives up to your name." Yuan Shiyi closed the door and immediately started to make moves.
Shiyi did not hide, and let his hands touch her face until he had touched enough and then pushed it away.
"Mr. Yuan, have you had enough?"
"Your temper suits my taste." Yuan Shiyi sat down on her bed, pulled her silk pajamas and sniffed them, saying in a very dandy way, "As expected of the most popular girl in Beiping City, these pajamas are the best smelling ones I have ever smelled."
Shi Yi washed her face with clean water, wiped her hands, and then replied, "Mr. Yuan is also the most useless of all the second-generations I have ever seen."
"Same here." Yuan Shiyi smiled and leaned over to smell her pillow again. Shi
Yi had been observing his expression in the mirror, but even if he was said to be the most useless second-generation, his expression did not change.
It seemed that the man in her room was a useless, waste second-generation.
"I think all the furnishings in Miss Hua's room have a special fragrance that makes people infatuated." Yuan Shiyi said, and he had already walked behind Shi Yi.
"This is the smell of a mixture of dried gardenias and chrysanthemums. If Mr. Yuan likes it, I have a lot of them here." Shi Yi opened the drawer and pulled out a sachet embroidered with mandarin ducks.
"Mandarin ducks hug each other, who is Miss Hua thinking about?" Yuan Shiyi reached out to take the sachet in her hand, and his other free hand just hugged her.
"If Mr. Yuan doesn't like this sachet, I'll take it back." Shi Yi left his arms without leaving a trace, and snatched the sachet back.
"Miss Hua, you have some skills." Yuan Shiyi looked at her with a little more interest than lust.
"If Mr. Yuan gets to know me better, you will find that I have more skills." Shi Yi leaned against the door, tore open the clothes at her shoulders with his left hand, revealing her snow-white skin, and smiled very seductively.
"Miss Hua is really beautiful." Yuan Shiyi's eyes were already drifting towards her uncontrollably.
Shi Yi walked towards him with lotus steps, and put his fingers on his thin lips, "Don't call me Miss Hua, I hate this name."
"Then, what do you like?" Yuan Shiyi hugged the beauty's waist and was about to kiss her.
Shi Yi took the initiative to kiss him on the cheek, "Call me by my name."
"Hua Shi Yi?"
"Too unfamiliar."
"Shi Yi?"
"Still unfamiliar."
"Shi Shi
?" "Too corny?"
"Yi Yi?"
At this time, there was a big noise downstairs.
All the bodyguards in the brothel were knocked to the ground and wailed. The man was wearing a tiger skin and was pressing his palm joints, making crisp sounds.
"Sir, Hua Shi Yi has been booked by Master Yuan tonight. If you really want her to accompany you, how about tomorrow?" Hua's mother shook her waist and pulled the other person's hand to prevent him from going upstairs.
Although Master Yuan was a second-generation waste, his father was powerful. If she offended Master Yuan, she would not be able to open a brothel in Beiping City anymore.
"I have plenty of money. I just want the woman who sang "Farewell My Concubine" to accompany me." The burly man shook her off and ran upstairs directly, opening each room to look for her.
"Mother Hua, how can this guest be so rude." Shi Yiyi, wrapped in a gauze curtain, leaned on the railing, looking downstairs, she was very charming.
"My dear daughter, you finally came out." Mother Hua cried as if she saw a savior, "It's not that I, as a mother, don't want to protect you. It's just that this gentleman misses you too much and asked you to accompany him. And Mr. Yuan, it's not that I, as a mother, want to sell my daughter, it's just that this guest is too..."
This shrewd old woman immediately put the blame on her daughter. Even if the guest was angry, he would only cause trouble for the girl, and it had nothing to do with her.
Yuan Shiyi watched from behind Shi Yi and felt that he couldn't miss this good show.
(End of this chapter)
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