Chapter 253 Eavesdropping

"How about it? Master, can you give it a try?" Yang twisted her waist and took two steps forward to stand next to Jiang Zhengming's desk.

If it were in the past, she would have sat in his arms and acted coquettishly.

Now everyone in the house listens to Mrs. Zheng, and she is afraid that the servants will see this scene and make her gossip.

Tomorrow Mrs. Zheng will definitely call her a coquettish girl.

"Is this really possible?" Jiang Zhengming was so excited that it felt as unreal as a dream.

Yang took the opportunity to say something, "Why not? Jiao'er needs to look good, and we are not here for the second place. The master is also a sixth-grade principal after all. Speaking of which, the Su family is still high on this marriage."

"Okay, first go to the Su family's old house to find someone to talk about this matter. Don't go to the Jiang Mansion to make any noise. That evil girl will interfere with it if she finds out."

Yang was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for trusting me. I will go to the Su family's old house in person tomorrow."

"Master, it's getting late, let's make arrangements." Yang grabbed Jiang Zhengming's arm and rubbed her high breasts against Jiang Zhengming's arm.

She was so charming and charming, and the MILFs also had a unique sense of coquettishness, which made Jiang Zhengming feel slightly agitated.

Ms. Yang has lived a life of fine clothing and fine food in these years, and she is well-maintained and well-maintained. Jiang Zhengming is the only one who dotes on her. She looks like she is only in her early thirties, and she looks several years younger than Mr. Zheng.

Jiang Zhengming swallowed his saliva and said, "Go and get ready to take a bath. You will stay in your room tonight. We will discuss the next plan in detail later."

"Yes, I will obey the master's arrangements." Yang was so excited that a blush rose on her cheeks.

Jiang Zhengming's temperament was clearly revealed by her, and he acted like a scholar on the surface. As long as she showed her flattery, he would be defeated.

After Yang left, Jiang Zhengming sat in a daze for a while before walking towards the side courtyard.

In the side courtyard, the lights are dim and the pink gauze curtain hangs lightly. From the decoration in the house, it can be seen that it is the house where the concubine lives.

However, the gently floating gauze curtain makes the atmosphere in the room seem warm and charming, as if it can tug at people's heartstrings.

"Master is here, come in quickly, the water temperature is just right."

Hearing the wooden door creaking, Yang's voice shouted from inside the house.

Opening the door, a sweet scent hits you.

In the corner door next door, a servant girl heard the commotion and took a look. She saw that the courtyard was silent.

She drew back her head and muttered to another servant in the room: "Hu Meizi is really not afraid of the cold. Today she is busy working in the kitchen wearing only a thin layer, and she forcefully hooked the master into the house."

Another servant girl chuckled and said, "There is a stove in the kitchen and a master under the quilt, so she can't be cold."

"Hey! The mistress is so focused on the young master's studies that she has regained her favor with this charming boy."

While the two were talking, the sound of playing in the water came from the next room.

Yang's soft voice sounded, "Master, come here, it's not snowing yet, and it's warm in the house."

"This bathtub is too...well..."

After a while, the sound of water spilling onto the ground came from next door.

Then came Yang's delicate babbling sounds.

The young servant girl was so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide.

The elder curled his lips indifferently and lowered his voice: "What are you embarrassed about? Who made me unable to afford a big house? We didn't eavesdrop on this corner on purpose."

The young servant girl blushed and said, "She, she is too wild."

"I am a doting concubine, not just to please the master. If you have her skills, you don't have to stay in the kitchen all day."

When the older maid said this, the young maid's face turned even redder.

After a while, the humming next door faded away, just when the two thought they were done.

Hearing Mrs. Yang's breath, she said, "I'm so powerful, I'm as powerful as before. I'm falling in love with you more and more. I'll have a lot of fun with you tonight."

There was the sound of someone getting out of the tub next door.

After a while, Yang's bold and explicit provocative words and "giggling" laughter sounded from the next door.

The old servant girl couldn't stand listening anymore. She gritted her teeth and said, "No, this prostitute is too powerful. We have to think of something. If the master comes here every three days, we won't be able to sleep at night."

"Forget it, Master is willing to spare that vixen, can we slaves run over and drag Master off her bed?"

The young maid whispered timidly.

"We can't cure her, but Madam can always cure her. I'm going to give Madam a message and ask her to set some rules for Hu Meizi." The maid said and was about to open the door.

The young maid hurriedly said: "Goodbye, we two live in the side courtyard. If the wife comes to embarrass us later, the master will be unhappy. We are no better than little girls. If we are sold out by the master, we will not be able to find a master again."

She clearly remembered that since moving to this yard, the master had not been here a few times.

In the past few times, Yang had restrained herself, and the movement in the room was not as loud as it was tonight.

There is only one reason - to be arrogant.

Seeing her companion's hesitation, she added: "There is no need to rush. I will find an opportunity to go to Madam to reveal a few words another day. How Madam sets rules for her, that is Madam's business."

The servant woman retracted her hand and turned to sit back on the edge of the bed, sighing: "Hey! Even if the master dotes on that foxy child, so what, the wife was once a concubine, so what if she wears gold and silver? After all, she still doesn't have the bearing of a mistress."

The two maids simply turned off the lights, went to bed and covered their heads with quilts to sleep.

They didn't know how long the neighbor had been struggling.

The next day, Yang was radiant, put on a decent dress, said hello to Zheng and went out.

Now there was only one carriage left in the mansion, which was called away by Jiang Zhengming, so Yang had to go out on foot.

Fortunately, the Su family also lived in the north of the city, and she knew the approximate location before.

After a little inquiry, she soon found the alley where the Su family lived.

Following the direction pointed by the passerby, she saw an old house at the end of the alley from a distance.

When she got closer, she saw that the bluestone slabs on both sides of the gate were covered with dead leaves.

The two words "Su's House" on the plaque were vigorous and powerful, and the mottled gatehouse silently told the vicissitudes of time.

Tsk tsk tsk! No wonder the second place went to the Jiang Mansion, such a poor family, how could he dare to show it to others.

Yang hesitated in front of the door.

Looking at this scene, the Su family was in a state of decline, and they were reluctant to paint the paint on the gatehouse.

There was no servant guarding in front of the gatehouse, and her daughter would suffer if she married into the Su family.

No, that dead girl owns both a clinic and a restaurant, and her business is booming. As long as she lets a little money slip through her fingers, her daughter will have no worries about food and clothing.

Yang gritted her teeth, stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?"

After a while, footsteps were heard from inside the door.

A woman's voice asked, "Who's outside?"

"Jiang's family." Yang originally wanted to say Shangshu Mansion, but then she remembered that Master Su might also know that Shangshu Mansion was gone.

The door latch sounded, and the door opened from the inside with a "creak".

"It's you..." The people in the room and Yang shouted almost at the same time.