Chapter 33 Flowers Are Full of Injuries (3)

The understanding of the flower girls made Mu Ge in a good mood. He took the wine glass handed over by the little lady in his arms and drank it into his mouth again.

He Cheng, who was in the sack, was beaten badly by a group of firework women. The hatred towards Mu Qingge rose to an indescribable height.

The pain all over his body made him feel both fear and resentment. Gritting his teeth, he wants to endure this catastrophe, and in the future he must find a chance to take revenge!

However, he didn't know that the good show that Mu Qingge arranged for him was more than that.

In the end, He Cheng was beaten and fainted again.

When he woke up again, the man had left the sack and was lying naked on a couch in an unfamiliar room.

The pain all over his body made He Cheng tear the corners of his mouth. After being beaten to the point that only a gap was left, he swept around his eyes and saw a mirror beside him.

I didn't think about why I appeared here, why there was a mirror next to me. He Chenggong subconsciously picked up the mirror and looked at himself.

"Ah—!" A shrill scream echoed in the room.

He Cheng looked at the pig's head in the mirror, and the bruises on his body, almost collapsed. Is this him? Is it still the Yushu Linfeng, who is romantic and unrestrained?

"Master, are you awake? If you are awake, the slaves will come in to serve." At this moment, a voice that was neither yin nor yang came from outside.

Before He Cheng could react, he saw a feminine-looking man walking in with two ugly strong men.

The masculine man who took the lead was only wearing a buttonless gown, and the two following him had no extra cover except their trousers.

That thing formed a hideous posture under his pants.

He Cheng's eyes shrank, and an unprecedented fear hit his heart. He hurriedly hugged his arms and shouted like a humiliated girl: "What do you want to do? Don't come here! I'm from the He family, and even more so from Prince Rui!"

Unfortunately, the three people who came in continued to approach him as if they didn't care.

The head is the one with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes are full of disdain. He secretly thought in his heart: The little lord is right, this person will be babbling nonsense when he wakes up. With such an appearance, he dares to think of King Rui.

"Master, the slaves are just here to serve you!" The man shook off the greasy handkerchief in his hand, pointed to the two strong men and instructed: "Listen to the slaves. This master is a distinguished guest, and he will use you all. If you are not satisfied, please treat your skin carefully."

After all, he withdrew, leaving only two strong, red-faced strong men.

"You... what do you want to do? Get out, get out of here!" He Cheng shouted in horror.

But it didn't work half way.

"what--!"

"You guys... evil..."

"Uh...uh..."

He Cheng's voice was drowned out. The curtain surrounding the room rippled gently. Suddenly, without any expectation, the curtain fell abruptly.

The originally closed room suddenly turned into an unobstructed pavilion.

Around the pavilion, there were countless dignitaries from Luodu.

Seeing the filthy scene in front of him, it was so quiet that there was no sound at all. One by one, they opened their eyes wide to see the scene in the pavilion where the phoenix was being swayed.

The most exciting thing is that the three people who are hugging together are actually men!

The visual impact is too great, and the baby needs to be quiet.

Didn't they come to participate in the first night auction of the oiran in the flower picking building tonight?

How can you see such a beautiful scene? Could it be that this is a foreplay arranged by Picking Flowers, a gimmick?

"Hey, one of them looks like He Cheng, the son of He Fu!"

In the crowd, the person arranged by Mu Ge shouted in a timely manner. Immediately, the eyes of the surrounding guesses fell on the three people.

"Go away!" He Cheng, who was in despair, finally broke out.

Crimson light emanated from him, knocking the two who were pressing on him flying.

At this time, he noticed that he was somewhere, and there were crowds around him.

"It's really Young Master He!"

boom--!

He Cheng's eyes burst out with strong hatred and humiliation. He didn't care to expose his bare body to others, and those eyes full of hatred directly met a pair of cold and ruthless eyes in the crowd.

Sitting in the crowd watching the play, Mu Ge met He Cheng's eyes without fear, raised the wine glass in his hand, salutes it from a distance, and drank it with a smile that was not a smile...

‘He Cheng, do you still like this gift I gave you? Don't worry, let's take it slow. ’