The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Nan He's eyes turned around Yan Jiu, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Because at this moment Yanjiu was smiling sweetly at him, completely different from Mr. Xiangzhao who just "shouted and killed" at every turn.

Especially against the blood stains on Yanjiu's body, Yanjiu's smile looked a bit scary.

He frowned slightly and turned to look at Bai Xingzhao. Nan He returned to his usual dignified and pretentious demeanor.

He glanced at Yanjiu and introduced Bai Xingzhao very contemptuously:

"Him? Xing Zhao, he is Mr. Bai Xiucheng's illegitimate son. Speaking of which, he is also your cousin. You actually don't know him."

Nan He said the last sentence "I don't know him" in a sarcastic and frivolous way, and he didn't know which "him" Nan He was referring to.

Bai Xingzhao was slightly surprised when he heard Nan He's introduction, and then he quickly looked at Yan Jiu with a smile.

The look he looked at Yanjiu was kind, but Yanjiu could still clearly distinguish the calculation and planning in Bai Xingzhao's eyes.

Bai Xingzhao took Yanjiu's clean hand and patted the back of Yanjiu's hand, with a gentle expression on his face and a sigh in his tone:

"Is it Yanjiu? I am your brother Bai Xingzhao. I have heard about you for a long time.

I wanted to see you when I came back, but I didn't know where you lived, so I delayed it until now. "

Yanjiu's peach-blossom eyes opened wide, and he finally lived up to Yanjiu's expectations, and he squeezed out a few tears.

He grabbed Bai Xingzhao's hand with the blood-stained hand and began to complain in an incoherent tone:

"Brother Xingzhao~ You are brother Xingzhao.

I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you're finally back.

When you were away, others bullied me. When you come back, I will have someone to support you. "

Bai Xingzhao reached out and rubbed the top of Yanjiu's hair, and said warmly: "Brother is here."

As he spoke, Bai Xingzhao looked at Yanjiu's injured wrist and the solidified blood stains on his face. He frowned and asked:

"How did this happen?"

Yanjiu lowered his head and froze for two seconds, seeming to be in great sadness.

When he raised his head again, he looked at Nan He sadly.

There was doubt in Nan He's eyes: "???"

Yan Jiu pointed at Nan He and complained resentfully:

"I just came to express my love to President Nanhe. He felt that he was insulted, so he stabbed me with a sword."

As he spoke, Yanjiu wiped away his tears in a dignified manner: "But it doesn't matter, I'm used to it. People in Yan Yang are not good to me in the first place."

Nan He resisted the dirty water thrown by Yan Jiu and listened to Yan Jiu's slander with a sneer. He only thought it was ridiculous. Yan Jiu knew how to accuse evil people first.

Nan He glanced at Bai Xingzhao sympathetically. He really didn't know how Bai Xingzhao provoked Yanjiu and was toyed with by Yanjiu like this.

At the same time, Nan He thought of his old self and many people in Yan Yang, who seemed to have been tricked by Yan Jiu in this way.

Here Bai Xingzhao is really like a doting brother, comforting Yanjiu very gently.

At the same time, he also deliberately avoided the "love-hate relationship" between Yanjiu and Nanhe.

It can be seen that Bai Xingzhao is very clever in gaining the favor of all parties.

Duplicitous and secretive, Yanjiu felt that the old bald donkey from Cihang Temple was more powerful than his master.

At least the disciples taught by Old Bald Donkey were more hypocritical than Gu Qizhou.

Pulling Bai Xingzhao's sleeve, Yanjiu looked up at him, greed flashing in his eyes:

"Brother Xingzhao, can you give me some pocket money?"

Yanjiu vividly interprets the idea of ​​taking advantage of an inch and being short-sighted.

Hearing this, Bai Xingzhao happily handed Yanjiu a card, and he discussed with Yanjiu in a good-tempered manner:

"Xiaojiu, I have something to say with Nanhe. Why don't you take the card and go out to play first."

Yanjiu kissed the card, then stopped talking to Bai Xingzhao, took the card and walked away.

But his "cat" was lying lazily on the grass of Nan's house, basking in the sun.

Nan He looked at the fat cat on the grass and became a little wary.

But Bai Xingzhao didn't notice it at all. He asked Nan He, "Do you have a bad relationship with Yan Jiu?"

Nan He smiled sarcastically: "Yan Jiu is not as good as you think..."

Before Nan He could finish his words, the cat lying in the grass jumped out and bit Nan He's thigh.

Bai Xingzhao turned the Buddhist beads on his wrist twice: "Nanhe, your cat is so vicious."

Nan He hurried back to the room to get alcohol for disinfection. While disinfecting, he said in an evil voice:

"TMD, this is not my cat."

After finishing his speech, Nan He held his forehead in annoyance and acted politely. His image was totally ruined today.

……

Shang Jing parked the car on the road next to Nanhe's house. Today was his date with Yanjiu.

After waiting for a long time, he saw Yanjiu walking staggeringly from the end of the road with blood stains on his body.

Leaning against the car door with his arms folded, Shang Jing watched Yan Jiu gradually approach with a gloomy expression.

Suddenly, he smiled a little evilly and took Yanjiu's messy wrist.

Shang Jing carefully looked at the scratches on Yan Jiu's wrist. The flesh was split open and blood stains covered the sleeves.

Coupled with Yanjiu's bloodless lips and the scratches under the corners of his eyes, it looks a bit shocking.

Shang Jing helped Yanjiu bandage again and said angrily: "Who did it?"

Yan Jiu lowered his eyes and pointed at his wrist: "I cut it myself with a knife..."

Shang Jing's ears seemed to be deaf: "Nan He?"

Yanjiu yawned and said nonchalantly: "If you want to accuse him wrongly, then accuse him wrongly. Anyway, I am clear with him. Even if you beat him, it is your business."

Shang Jing was not deaf this time, but he omitted the irrelevant information in Yanjiu's words this time and only grasped the key point: giving Nan He a good beating.

Putting the inkstone into the passenger seat, Shang Jing said: "You should sleep in the car for a while first..."

Yanjiu said without any hesitation: "I'll sleep a little longer, and you'll come back later."

At that time, Nan He was drinking tea with Bai Xingzhao, talking about Buddhist scriptures, and about cause and effect...

Bai Xingzhao had a kind face and kind eyes, and Nan He felt that his heart had calmed down a lot after being hit by Yanjiu just now.

At this moment, there was a muffled sound, and the tea cup in front of him suddenly shattered, and the hot tea flowed down the table and onto Nan He's legs.

Nan He looked out the door warily and saw Shang Jing sitting on the wall with an elegant posture and a wanton smile. He also held a handful of pebbles in his hand.

Nan He asked Bai Xingzhao to stay in the house for a moment, then he narrowed his eyes and stepped out.

After a while, Nanhe looked at Shang Jing on the wall and asked coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Shang Jing jumped down from the wall and said casually: "Yanjiu said you beat him and asked me to come over and avenge him."

Nan He's face was full of confusion: "Are you sure Yan Jiu said that???"

Shang Jing's eyes wandered for a moment: "That's how I understand it."

Nan He: "Oh no! Are you a fan of Yan Jiu?"

Shang Jing was unbuttoning his cuffs slowly: "I can't talk about being a fan, but we have a clear understanding of each other. Although he didn't ask me to beat you verbally, I think that's what he thought in his heart."

As soon as Shang Jing finished speaking, his fist was already swung towards Nan He.

Nan He had already done something wrong before, and besides, he was no match for Shang Jing.

Therefore, Nan He was beaten firmly by Shang Jing, and he was so angry that he lost his image:

"Shang Jing, you and Yanjiu are both sick, right? You take turns going to other people's homes to show off your power.

This is my home. Are there people like you two? "

Shang Jing looked at Nan He's chest, which showed a slight blood stain. He kindly reminded Nan He:

"You're bleeding. I didn't hit you. You can't bleed with my fists."

Nan He cursed loudly: "You didn't beat me, damn, Yan Jiu Shi Shen stabbed me with his sword."

"Oh." Shang Jing walked up to Nan He and straightened Nan He's collar very kindly: "Take good care of yourself. I'm leaving first. Sorry to bother you."

Shang Jing's back showed a sense of joy as he left.

Nan He kicked the corner of the wall: "Wipe it!"