"Yuan, go and paste this thing on Xiao Ya's body!"

"Ok?"

Mo Yuan frowned and saw that Luo Xiaoman brought a piece of paper with nothing on it, but when he felt it carefully, there was a wave of mental power.

"You just need to post it."

Mo Yuan nodded, then stood up.

Suddenly, his upright body and the natural aura made the girls exclaimed.

Seeing him walking away, the girls were slightly relieved.

"My son, who is he from you? I feel... he and you are a little too close."

"Oh? You want to know?" Luo Xiaoman squinted his eyes, smiled evilly, raised his hand to pinch the girl's chin, leaned against her ear, and whispered: "Then what do you want to exchange for my answer? ?"

"Hey~~" The girl was so flirted by Luo Xiaoman, her ears were numb, and her body became weak.

They didn't think that although the son was small, the means of teasing up his younger sisters really should not be underestimated.

"My son, do whatever you say, and the slave family will depend on you."

"Okay!" Luo Xiaoman grinned, and then said with a big grin: "You go and dance."

The girls looked at each other, it was that simple? They thought that something would happen, but it turned out to be a dance for themselves?

"Huh? There is a problem?"

"Good!" The girls immediately got up and offered a dance for Luo Xiaoman.

Luo Xiaoman was swaying the fan and hitting the beat, while admiring the girls' dancing. She was more erosive and duller than Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan didn't ask for a private room, so she played with the girls in the lobby. The scale of interaction with the girls was so large that it was described as being blocked by the authorities.

The surrounding men secretly slandered, and the second prince was now degenerate, completely unworthy of the identity of the prince.

Like this kind of singing every night, immersed in beauty and wine, sooner or later, you will completely ruin yourself.

Of course, what they are most angry about is the appearance of the second prince, who snatched the beauties around them too, the kind that can't be protested!

"Who is he?" At this moment, Zhu Yan noticed Luo Xiaoman's unique image and arrogant face, which made him frown.

"He is a new son, he is quite rich." The girls replied.

"Really?" Zhu Yan squinted her eyes, took a sip of wine, and said faintly: "Give him a pot of 30-year-old daughter Hong, and say I asked it!"

"Yes! The slave family will do it!" The girl's eyes brightened. The 30-year-old daughter was red, but she was going to sell a hundred gold coins. As a handler, she could get a lot of commissions, so she was naturally happy.

"My son, this is your wine!"

"amount…"

Luo Xiaoman was taken aback for a moment, frowned, and said, "Didn't I say that? Today I only drink tea, not alcohol!"

"But, this is what the second prince asked you to drink!"

"Second Prince?" Luo Xiaoman squinted Zhu Yan, and saw that Zhu Yan just raised a toast to himself.

"Heh, what about the second prince? Does he invite me to drink it?" Luo Xiaoman got up, grabbed the pot of wine, and turned to Zhu Yan.

Seeing this, Zhu Yan frowned. What does this guy want to do?

"Second prince, this prince doesn't have much, just a lot of money!" Luo Xiaoman hooked his lips and said arrogantly: "So, I hate others asking me, even if the other is a prince!"

After she finished speaking, she slammed her thirty-year-old daughter Hong on the ground, and the harsh noise made the audience quiet.