Song Dongping smiled and said, "Moma, don't you know what happened last night if you let Xiaorou come?"

The madam smiled and said, "What Master Song said makes sense. I just don't know where Xiaorou's dead girl has gone. She can't find her figure until now. I'll let someone look for her later."

Song Dongping smiled and said nothing.

"I heard that this little monk's name is Hufang?"

The man in white with a stiff facial expression asked.

Based on Song Dongping's humble attitude towards the man in white, the madam knew that this person must be of extraordinary identity and hurriedly said, "I heard from Ah Hong, who was in the building, that Xiaorou's dead girl did seem to be calling him Hufang last night."

The man in white nodded: "This little monk is a little interesting. He can even take out a hundred cents of money for Huang Er to pay for prostitution. It seems that he has some background."

The man in white stood by the window, gently opened a gap, and said, "I always felt that this little monk looked a bit like a human."

Song Dongping said: "Zhou Xiaomo?"

The man in white nodded: "It just looks a bit like it." After that, he looked at the madam.

"No, no. It's definitely not Zhou Xiaomo." The madam smiled so much that the fragrance on her face fell. "I felt familiar when I first saw this little monk, and I felt that there was Zhou Xiaomo's shadow on him."

The madam continued, "But after careful observation, I found that the little monk and Zhou Xiaomo have many differences. The little monk's body is obviously stronger than Zhou Xiaomo. Moreover, based on my years of experience, this little monk is still a virgin. He blushed and shy when he sees the girl. This is definitely not something that the romantic and lowly Zhou Xiaomo can compare with."

The man in white and Song Dongping nodded. They knew that Zhou Xiaomo almost died because of Yan, who was controlled by his parents. Since Zhou Xiaomo took power, Chunfeng once made a living, all the girls in the building liked him. A young man like him had first come into contact with so many young, beautiful, and beautiful girls, it would be nice not to be squeezed into a human.

The madam has rich experience and will never be wrong if she says that this little monk is still a child.

The madam smiled and said, "The little monk has a vegetable on his face. He looks like a monk who doesn't eat meat but only eats vegetarian food. The most proof that he is not Zhou Xiaomo is that he has six ring scars on his head."

"oh!"

Song Dongping's eyes lit up!

"I just deliberately walked around this little monk a few times. I can be sure that the six ring scars on his head are old scars, and they are definitely not new ones."

The man in white just nodded.

Song Dongping clasped his fists and said, "Momo is worthy of being experienced. Just like this scar, it is enough to prove that this little monk is not Zhou Xiaomo."

The madam smiled exaggeratedly and said proudly: "Young Master Song, the scar on the little monk's head is not wrong, he is not wrong even if he is a virgin. No matter which young boy or girl, as long as they pass by Moma, I will know whether they are virgin boys or not. Hehehe..."

Song Dongping said: "People say that you can tell whether a woman's eyebrows and hips can tell whether she is a virgin. Does a young man have a way to tell whether a boy is a boy?"

"That's right, it's a secret! Hehehe!" The madam twisted her waist habitually and said.

"Mama is indeed brilliant. We will feel relieved." Song Dongping knew that the madam had played with more young boys than the yellow flowers he had slept with. In this regard, the madam had a strong skill, which was beyond the ordinary people's comparison.

So he smiled and said, "Mama, please calm the little monk first and don't let him go. Also, you can find Xiaorou as soon as possible. I want to see what kind of certificate is that can make the little monk come back and look for it."

After the madam went out, the man in white said, "Send someone to inquire about where this little monk named Hufang came from, which temple he became a monk? Also, do you get any news from Huang Er?"

Song Dongping said respectfully: "Yes, yes, yes. Nian! I will send someone to inquire about the little monk's origin. As for Huang Er's matter, Dongyuan has already brought people to do it and should be back soon."

The man in white, who was called Nian Master by Song Dongping, said: "The body of Zhou Xiaomo has not been found so far, and the person on his back is still a little worried."

Song Dongping said: "That day, Biao San led his men down and said that when Zhou Xiaomo fell one by one, he fell on a huge rock in the middle of the water. The water was covered with blood and broken bones and rotten meat, and carnivorous fish were everywhere. Moreover, it was a tide at that time, the water was rushing, and the corpses had fallen into pieces. It was a terrible sight. They had not had time to find Zhou Xiaomo's bones, and all the corpses were washed downstream by the water. There were thousands of carnivorous fish in the river, all of which were big heads and big belly, and bloody fangs. Not to mention the corpses of one by one, even if ten people and ten horses fell into the water, they would not have any bones or fur without a cup of tea."

"It's all this Biao San." Nian Ye walked with his hands behind his back, saying, "If he hadn't kept Zhou Xiaomo's scissors privately and was stolen by Huang Er, he wouldn't have caused so many troubles."

Song Dongping didn't dare to speak because he was attracted by Biao San Dou Si.

"You don't have to be too careful. I don't mean to blame you for saying this." Nian Ye's voice changed from time to time. "We should be careful in everything when we do things for the superiors. Yesterday, we didn't know about scissors falling on Huang Er's body, but the superiors knew about it. Therefore, we should be careful in everything in the future."

Nian Master looked at the figure of the madam twisting the waist of the bucket from the window and said, "When Huang Er's incident is over, the madam should not be kept. She knows too much. Only dead people can keep the secret."

"Yes, Master Nian!"

Song Dongping responded, but his back became cold.

Xiaomei sat beside Zhou Xiaomo, and she picked up a glass of water and kept blowing it, wishing she could melt her breath into the water and let the little monk drink it.

Although she is not old, she has been broken by a guest after she was first here, and now she can't remember how many guests she has received.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "women are made of water, men are kneaded by mud". She knew that the water in her bay had long been dyed with mud of various colors, and she had never seen any kind of man. So after a long time, she broke the can and gave up.

An uninformed young monk like Zhou Xiaomo is as pure as mushrooms after a rain, causing Xiaomei, who has been through the battlefield for a long time, to ripple in spring and desires, and wishing to drag him back to the boudoir now, even if he dies after a rain.
Chapter completed!