Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

Feng'er, who was trembling in fear outside the door, heard Ling Wu's order, immediately lay down on the ground, and rolled into the room.

The corners of Ling Wu's mouth twitched, but she didn't say anything.

"Master, forgive me, slave, I didn't know that Mr. Ye would come to you..." Feng'er was terrified, afraid that Ling Wuyi would be unhappy, so he just clicked him...

"Shut up! Send Mr. Ye back to the room!"

"Yes!" Hearing that Ling Wuyi didn't seem to want to punish him, Feng'er got up from the ground with relief, and then half-dragged Ye Chenluo back to his own room.

Ling Wuxi closed the door, raised her hand to rest her forehead with some headache.

She really didn't expect that Ye Chenluo would come to her to say these words. In her memory, it seemed that these words didn't wait for Ye Chenluo to say, and the body directly proposed to Ye Chenluo two choices.

Of course, it's not a choice of being a young lady or a male favorite, but a choice of either performing arts or prostitution.

At that time, Ye Chenluo also refused, but was finally persuaded by Uncle Fu.

Then Ye Chenluo took the initiative to find the body, saying that he was willing to sell himself, but he was absolutely unwilling to sell himself! The host agreed.

Ling Wuyi talked to Ye Chenluo in that way just now, and she also wanted to test whether her favorability would decrease because of it.

From her point of view, if it is lowered further, it will be back to before liberation in an instant!

But if she doesn't lower herself, then she may be able to attack this soft and cute male supporting role with the image of a domineering Yujie!

Since the favorability has not dropped, then this should be feasible!

"Uncle Fu." Ling Wuyi shouted into the air.

A middle-aged man in purple appeared in front of Ling Wu in an instant: "Master."

"Go and do ideological work with Ye Chenluo."

Uncle Fu could understand what Ling Wuyue meant, but he didn't respond.

Ling Wuyi tilted her head and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

"Master, do you just want Mr. Ye to be your male favourite?" For some reason, Uncle Fu had the illusion that Ling Wuwen didn't just want Ye Chenluo to be her male favourite.

He watched Ling Wumi grow up, and loved Ling Wumi as his own daughter, so he attached great importance to Lingwumi's affairs, comparable to his life!

"Is there a difference? Uncle Fu, I know what I want and what I want to do."

Uncle Fu nodded: "I see, master, don't worry, Uncle Fu won't let you down!" After finishing speaking, Uncle Fu disappeared without a trace.

Ling Wuyi doesn't care if Uncle Fu can really convince Ye Chenluo, she wants to go crazy when she thinks that there are only 35 favorability points left!

Forget it, she'd better take a nap to calm down, anyway, it's useless for her to struggle with her favorability——

On the other side, Ye Chenluo sat on the bed in a daze after being sent back to the room by Feng'er.

Ye Chenluo didn't speak, but Feng'er beside him couldn't help but say: "I said son~ what do you think in your heart?! What a wonderful thing to be the master's male pet! You still refuse Master! This is all right, you are leaving the Scarlet Moon House tomorrow, you said you want memory but no memory, money but no money, where can you go?!" Can you not be caught and sold by Ren Yazi? It's all luck!

Ye Chenluo lowered his eyelids slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on him. His face was a little pale, and his whole body was full of bewilderment and helplessness.

He didn't expect that Ling Wuyue's real character was completely different from what he thought. He thought that she should still be a good person no matter what...

However, just after he refused to be the servant girl of the 'Crimson Moon Pavilion', he also refused to be her male favourite. She's going to let him go straight away...

"Knock, knock -" the door rang, interrupting Feng'er who was about to complain, and interrupting Ye Chenluo's thoughts.

Feng'er walked over to open the door, and was a little surprised to see that it was Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu ignored Feng'er and walked directly into the room. There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Although he was over forty years old, he was still a handsome man with still charm.

"Hi Mr. Ye." Uncle Fu stood beside the bed, neither humble nor utter a word.

Ye Chenluo stood up from the bed, and bent over to Uncle Fu: "Hello, Uncle Fu." He knew that Uncle Fu was the bustard of the 'Crimson Moon Pavilion', and Uncle Fu took care of almost all the affairs on weekdays.

It can be said that in the 'Crimson Moon Hall', Uncle Fu is under one person and above everyone else.

"Feng'er, you go down first." Uncle Fu nodded, and then directly called Feng'er out.

Feng'er is also obedient, he is not too stupid to stay on the fifth floor. Uncle Fu came here at this time, obviously because of Ling Wuyi's confession.

Only Uncle Fu and Ye Chenluo were left in the room, and Ye Chenluo felt a little uncomfortable under Uncle Fu's direct gaze: "Uncle Fu came to see me, is there something for you?"

Uncle Fu smiled softly, walked to the tea table and sat down: "I don't have any other hobbies on weekdays, but I love tea. If Mr. Ye doesn't dislike it, you can taste the tea I made."

After being invited by Uncle Fu, Ye Chenluo paused for a while, then went to sit opposite Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu kept moving his hands, as if he was performing, very beautiful. Ye Chenluo's eyes were unconsciously filled with amazement.

A cup of tea was placed in front of him: "Young Master Ye, let's try it."

Ye Chenluo picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. He didn't know if he liked drinking tea before he lost his memory, but he didn't like it now.

The tea tasted slightly bitter, which he didn't like very much.

Sensing that Ye Chenluo was not interested in tea, Uncle Fu didn't care, and slowly started chatting with Ye Chenluo.

He first asked Ye Chenluo if he could get used to living here, and if there was anything he didn't like.

Ye Chenluo answered all of them.

While chatting, Uncle Fu suddenly said: "I heard that the master wants Mr. Ye to leave the Feiyue Pavilion tomorrow?"

Ye Chen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. Thinking of leaving tomorrow, his eyes were unconsciously filled with confusion and worry.

It would be fine if he recovered his memory, and he could go directly to his family.

But now he hasn't recovered his memory, so he doesn't even know where his family is! Where should he go after leaving the 'Crimson Moon Pavilion' that has sheltered him for a month? he does not know……

Uncle Fu has lived half his life, not to mention following the previous leader in Feiyue Sect fifteen years ago. Even in the five years since this Feiyue Pavilion has been in operation, I have seen many people of all kinds!

Ye Chenluo was originally a 'little idiot' who had no intentions and wrote all his thoughts on the surface. How easy it is to understand him!

It's just that Uncle Fu didn't understand, apart from his skin, what else could Ye Chenluo have that could make his master Ling Wuyou favor him?