"The reason is this, but I don't think that I can finally get the trust of others, and I can easily lose the trust of others because of various reasons." "Pineapple※Small" said Zhuang Qing frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed with a dark light. "And it is easy to lose the trust of others, but it is difficult to get the trust of others again. Pingyao can sit in the position of the second-in-commander of this theater and get the heart of Tang Zhi, a rich young man, that thought must be very comparable to that of people. If I really do this, what should I do about the subsequent matters? Are you here to clean up this mess for me?"

"No, let's talk about it. I'm not responsible for helping you clean up the mess. Whatever you have to do?" Jiang Huan rolled his eyes and put the jade pendant in his arms.

To be honest, the quality of this jade pendant is not good. Not only is the quality poor, but the color and pattern on the jade pendant are ugly. If it is just like that, that would be fine. The key is that Pingyao, in addition to this jade pendant, is still relatively new, and the clothes and pants she brought to Zhuang Mansion are all old. It is no exaggeration to say that it is to describe it as old to the point of being criticized.

For example, one day a thief suddenly pops up and comes to the village mansion to steal things, and he won’t be so stupid as to steal her house.

After all, Pingyao's body is worthless. Instead of stealing her, it's better to "guide" the homes of those who seem to be very rich.

"I don't need to say that I know you are not responsible for cleaning up the mess for me." Zhuang Qing looked at Jiang Huan with a slightly sarcastic look: "I just remind you that women are thinking about underwater needles. Even if you have thousands of strategies, you should pay attention to the changeable woman's mind. Before you achieve your goal, you must coax it well. To be more correct, you will say whatever others say, and you will do whatever others want you to do. If not, they will not give you their hearts at all. I can't say it, and they will still hold a grudge against you. At that time, it will be troublesome."

Zhuang Qing has come into contact with countless girls and has thought through them thoroughly. In front of Jiang Huan and his two sides, Zhuang Qing thought out the girls' thoughts very easily. Not only that, he also figured out all the thoughts of those women, their reactions when they encountered problems, and their reactions when they were in trouble. It would be fine if it was just like that, but the key was that Zhuang Qing didn't know what was going on, and he also analyzed a lot of things for them. He said that Jiang Huan had never been to the two brothels and his wife didn't have a lot of wives.

What's the use of saying so much? Could it be that if you say so much, an object will fall from the sky?!

Qianying is a servant, so naturally he dared not to argue with Zhuang Qing in front of his master, nor did he dare to say something he shouldn't say in front of Zhuang Qing. He could only complain in his heart while standing there stiffly listening to Zhuang Qing's complaints.

Compared to Qianying's sadness, Jiang Huan seemed much calmer. After all, he had the same status as Zhuang Qing and his status was not much different. There was no need to think about those things, nor was it necessary to take Zhuang Qing's face into consideration, so he buried the matter in his heart, instead of telling it out in front of everyone, so that he could not get out of Taiwan.

"I know you often spend time in brothels and know more than us. But besides you, Qianying and I are here, can you be more restrained? We don't have a partner now, why do you do so much? Could it be that if you say too much, a partner will fall from us in the sky?" Jiang Huan looked up at Zhuang Qing, and then continued to drink tea.

Soon, the clouds walked in with pastries. As soon as I came in, I saw my young master who was stimulating about something, holding Qianying's nagging, and drinking tea leisurely, as if something happened outside, I didn't know.

That leisurely and comfortable look was something that the clouds had thought of thousands of times in their dreams, but they could not do anything about reality.

"I have met the young master, Lord Jiang."

"Aunt Fuyun, get up quickly." Zhuang Qing saw Fuyun coming, and there was a smile on his face. He didn't care about Qianying, and walked forward, grabbed Fuyun's wrist, helped the person up from the ground, and then reached out to grab a few pastries on the plate in Fuyun's hand: "Aunt, why have you been to the kitchen for so long?" Before Fuyun finished speaking, he heard Zhuang Qing say something again: "These things look so cute and so appetizing. Aunt, let me taste them, how do you taste these things?"

After Zhuang Qing finished speaking, he picked up another piece of pastry in the floating cloud plate and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

Fu Yun has a good temper and is a little older than Zhuang Qing, so she is also very patient. But having enough patience is limited.

For example, now, the clouds have reached their limit. This is not because of anything else, but because his young master, Zhuang Qing, is really too unruly and too unethical and etiquette.

Yes, Jiang Huan is his young master's friend, so it is appropriate to be arrogant in front of him. But no matter how good a friend is, he must have a degree. If anyone does such a rude behavior in front of others, it will feel uncomfortable if anyone else is right?

Fuyun thought of this and looked at Jiang Huan carefully. But who is Jiang Huan? The original regent of Qi State, the new tutor of Yue State, is the first-class ability to observe words and expressions and endurance. Seeing Fuyun doing this way, he just doesn't want to guess anything.

However, Jiang Huan guessed something, but he didn't explain it to his face. After all, Zhuang Qing is from his side. As long as he doesn't touch his bottom line, he can bear with it some of the things he does.

Fuyun observed Jiang Huan for a long time, and saw that Jiang Huan's face was normal, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was so normal that it was blinded by Fuyun.

Lord Jiang, can’t you put joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on your face? How should others guess whether you are happy from your expression that has not changed in any way? Is it a shame?

Qianying saw Jiang Huan and Fu Yun staring at each other, and the atmosphere was so awkward that he hurriedly walked out of his position and came out to smooth things over: "Miss Fu Yun, our young master is very hungry. Just give me the pastry and I will help him put it on the table."

Another person who opens his eyes and tells lies.

Jiang Huan was used to seeing the people under his command as excuses, so Qianying didn't react much to this, but just nodded lightly, as if he agreed to what he said.

Forget it, I am really hungry anyway, so I can eat some pastries first, and it will not be too late to go back after I finish eating.

After all, after you finish your own work, you have time to go through here, right?
Chapter completed!