C1043 The Woman in the Western-style Building

Rongge understood half of what she said. He knew her words were not pleasant to the ears, so he pretended not to hear it.

Qing Huan could not help but open the door. She poured a bowl of cold tea on the door. "I'm tired of talking. Drink some tea and rest!"

The woman sat far away and was not splashed by the tea. However, she still screamed. A sharp scream resounded throughout the entire building. "Qing Huan!"

Qing Huan chuckled lightly and simply threw the tea bowl down. The fragments splashed like a flower, "What's wrong?"

The woman was frightened by the splash of porcelain and her face turned pale. She pointed her long pointed fingers at Qing Huan and scolded, "You're going too far! Just you wait, I don't believe you can continue to be so glorious!"

Qing Huan's cold face listened to her finish. She opened her mouth and said lightly, "You don't have to worry about that. After all, you're the one who's old and decrepit, not me."

"It's so early in the morning, do you want me to sleep?!" Someone had already been woken up by the argument between the two of them. When they opened the door, they shouted, "If you keep shouting, I'll tell Mommy!"

"Just you wait." The woman endured the curses that she did not have the chance to speak. Her expression was distorted to a terrifying degree. "Don't let the day that you fall into my hands come true!"

Qing Huan turned around and left. She pulled Rongge into the room and the sound of the door closing rang out once again.

As soon as they entered the room, Qing Huan let go of Rongge's hand and sat down in front of the dressing table. Her tone was so casual as if Rongge was a regular customer of hers. "Find a place to sit. I'll comb my hair first."

Rongge looked around. Although the house was a western style building, apart from a soft spring bed and a snow-white blanket on the bed, the interior of the room was decorated with Huaxia style mahogany equipment.

It should be because he had just woken up. The bed and the back of the chair were still covered with clothes that he had changed into. The teapot and cups on the table of the Eight Immortals were also messy. It seemed that he had just drunk water not long ago.

Rongge sat down at the table and took off his hat. He looked at the beautiful girl who was combing her hair in front of the dressing table.

"Don't take her words to heart. That's what the woman in the building is like." Qing Huan said as she combed her hair.

Rongge said, "You are different from her."

Qing Huan smiled faintly and looked at him in the mirror. "I even splashed her. How is it different?"

Rongge said with a straight face, "I am your guest, but she wants to rob me. This is her fault. You are not wrong."

Qing Huan looked away and said softly, "Is that so?"

Rongge nodded, "Yes."

Qing Huan was still combing her makeup and her tone was a little casual. "Then is she right? My guest, the guest under the skirt."

"No." Rongge looked at her and said.

"Then why don't you argue with her?"

Because arguing was meaningless, and he wouldn't allow himself to argue with a woman in public.

"Why are all these words spoken by a woman?" Qing Huan continued, "Men are always complacent because women fight so hard for themselves, to show how popular they are."

Qing Huan's words were a little difficult to understand. Rongge thought for a while before he hesitated and said, "What should I say?"

Qing Huan looked at him, "What do you think?"

Rongge pursed his lips. "I don't know. I just came to talk to you."

Qing Huan curled her lips and turned her gaze away. Her tone was casual. "You can say whatever you want. It's up to you whether you want to say it or not. You don't have to worry about her slapping your face. The women in the foreign building only know how to please men. "

Rongge did not understand. He did not know if he should nod or shake his head. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Qing Huan put down the ointment, tidied her clothes, and stood up. She paced in front of Rongge and sat down. "I am also a woman in the foreign building, and you are a man."

Qing Huan smiled charmingly. "What do you want to say? Say something in your boudoir?"