There is space for the married man

While Song Lingwan and the others were busy with the housewarming party, Wen Lang was also looking at the shop, planning to open Wen Ji in Pingcheng as well.

"I asked Xiejue to read these for me. You can see which one is suitable." You Jingshu seemed to have guessed Wen Lang's plan a long time ago, and brought over a stack of papers, on which were written the locations of each shop. There are advantages and disadvantages of price and price. Meng Xijue writes very comprehensively and clearly.

It can be seen that it is not unreasonable for Meng Xijue to take over Fengquetai.

Wen Lang was so flattered that he jumped up, hugged You Jingshu, then held You Jingshu's face and said, "Baby, you are really amazing."

You Jingshu looked at him helplessly, "Shall we go and see now?"

"Go!" Wen Lang left as soon as he said that, holding You Jingshu's hand and walking outside.

What the two of them didn't expect was that as soon as they left, Wen Chenghui arrived on the back.

But what made Wen Chenghui furious was that after he explained his identity, the concierge who had been pleasant to him suddenly became arrogant, "Go, go, we don't welcome you in the county magistrate's mansion."

"You! You are so brave. This is my elder brother's mansion. You, a concierge, dare to be rude to me. Be careful with your skin!" Wen Chenghui is used to being arrogant and domineering. There is no room for a concierge to look down on him, let alone his mother When I persuaded him to come yesterday, I told him to let him bear it for a while and coax that idiot Wen Lang, and the county magistrate's mansion will be his from now on.

In his opinion, this mansion is already his property, and the concierge is naturally his servant. A servant dares to be disrespectful to his master. There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. He should be dragged down to feed the dogs.

The porter yawned, and said, "Our uncle said, if you let people from your Wen family in, you have to be careful with my skin."

As he said that, the porter slammed the door shut, almost hitting Wen Chenghui in the face.

"Young...Master, this..." Seeing Wen Chenghui's face flushed, the servant was obviously very angry.

"Damn Wen Lang, I must make you look good!" Wen Chenghui kicked the door heavily angrily.

The door suddenly opened a crack, revealing the porter's indifferent face, "Master Wen, the door of our house is newly installed, if it breaks, you will have to pay for it."

Wen Chenghui clenched his fists, blushing with anger, and his neck was thick. He was about to say that he couldn't afford it, when he heard the porter stretch out five fingers, "5000 taels of silver."

"5000 taels, are you blackmailing people?!" Wen Chenghui stared, panting heavily.

"Our uncle said, anyway, if you want to kick, you have to take out 5000 taels first, and then kick it casually, I will definitely not care about it." Wen Lang specially told the concierge, saying that the uncle is really good at predicting things.

Although Wen Chenghui had some money, he couldn't afford 5000 taels, so he could only hold his breath and left in despair.

Of course, he clearly put this account on Wen Lang's head.

……

On the other side, Wen Lang and You Jingshu went to look at the shop, and Meng Xijue saw good shops, so Wen Lang settled down without much entanglement.

"Are you coming to see the shop?" Meng Xijue just walked back after checking the accounts nearby, when he ran into Wen Lang and the other on the road.

"Well, I just booked two rooms." Wen Lang stepped forward and said, "Thank you, Boss Meng."

Meng Xijue pursed his lips, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "You're welcome, it's almost noon now, why don't you move to Fengque Terrace?"

Naturally, Wen Lang would not refuse, he hadn't seen the top restaurants in Pingcheng yet.

You Jingshu was entirely up to him to decide, so Wen Lang said, he would naturally not refute.

The two got into Meng Xijue's carriage, and Meng Xijue looked at You Jingshu and said, "You two have such a good relationship."

Meng Xijue thought that You Jingshu was as cold-hearted as him, not easy to be tempted. The former You Jingshu was indeed like this. Unexpectedly, in less than two years, You Jingshu had completely changed. Meng Xijue noticed that You Jingshu His eyes always followed Wen Lang subconsciously. Whenever Wen Lang talked to him, he listened intently. Although he didn't talk a lot, he listened to every word Wen Lang said and remembered it in his ears. heart.

Thinking of that big fool, it seems to be the same, always following behind him, even if he is left out in the cold, he will come to him as usual after a while.

You Jingshu shook Wen Lang's hand without being shy, and nodded, "Yeah."

Wen Lang looked at Meng Xijue with a smile and said, "Boss Meng is the same age as Jing Shu?"

"Well, I'm a few months older than him, and I was born in April." Meng Xijue was born in spring, but his temperament seemed to be born in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

"Does Boss Meng have a marriage?" Wen Lang nodded, thinking that he was already 20 years old. In this ancient age when marriage was very early, Meng Xijue should have already married.

Meng Xijue shook his head and said, "Not yet."

This answer was beyond Wen Lang's expectation and within his expectations, so his guess should be right.

But he didn't have the habit of spying on other people's body, so naturally he wouldn't go any deeper.

The three of them soon arrived at Fengque Terrace, and Wen Lang was shocked as soon as he got off the carriage. If this place can stand upright and be handed down to modern times, it must be a local landmark, a 5A-level scenic spot.

It can be said to be carved beams and painted buildings, Qionglouyuyu.

"The three characters of Fengquetai were inscribed by Emperor Tai-zu's imperial pen." You Jingshu pointed to the large characters on the plaque.

"It's so spectacular." Wen Lang said with emotion, the three of them didn't stay at the door for too long, they walked straight in.

According to Meng Xijue, in their restaurant, there are often dignitaries and dignitaries here to entertain guests, and there are also literati who recite poems here.

The three of Wen Lang went up to the tall building, and at a glance, half of Pingcheng was unobstructed, and the scenery was superb.

The dishes are served very quickly, and these dishes are at the level of a state banquet in modern times.

It really deserves to be the best restaurant in Pingcheng. It is estimated that the emperor's food is nothing more than this.

As if knowing what Wen Lang was thinking, You Jingshu whispered into his ear: "The masters here are all trained by the old imperial chef himself."

Meng Xijue picked up a jug of wine, looked up at Wen Lang, "Can I drink?"

Wen Lang nodded, "Yes."

You Jingshu also pampered him, but it was the first time Meng Xijue saw a husband who was so pampering to his husband, so he didn't know what to say to You Jingshu.

And Wen Lang is also amazing, he doesn't seem to regard himself as a brother, when facing them, his attitude is generous, and he doesn't shy away from outsiders at all.

"I don't know if those roasted seeds and nuts are still there?" After drinking for three rounds, Meng Xijue got down to business.

Wen Lang had already guessed that Meng Xijue would mention it to him, but anyone with business acumen would never let go of such a good thing.

"Of course, Boss Meng wants it?" Wen Lang picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

His demeanor is unrestrained and unrestrained, but a bit uninhibited. Meng Xijue came back to his senses and said, "Since Boss Wen has already guessed my plan, I won't go around in circles."

"Not only those roasted seeds and nuts, I want a copy of everything you have that Pingcheng doesn't have."

Wen Lang was probably a little drunk, so he leaned his head on You Jingshu's shoulder and said, "Boss Meng is so bold, you are Jingshu's friend, and you are my friend, everything can be discussed."

After lunch, Wen Lang and You Jingshu left. Meng Xijue sat in front of a table of leftovers, shook his head and said with a smile: "It sounds good, but I didn't think of friendship at all when asking for the price."

He smiled helplessly, but his eyes were as bright as stars, he kind of understood why You Jingshu liked Wen Lang.

"What an interesting person."

The door behind him was opened, and a tall figure appeared behind Meng Xijue.

"drunk?"

Meng Xijue turned his head to look, the end of his eyes were tinged red from alcohol, "What are you doing here?"

An Yinheng stepped forward and clasped his hand, hugged him up, "Bring the drunk cat home."

……

"That little wine is not enough, I'm not drunk." Wen Lang waved his hands, leaning on You Jingshu's shoulder, "I'm a little dizzy..."

You Jingshu almost laughed angrily, one second he was still saying he was not drunk, and the next second he fainted.

"Aren't you drunk?" You Jingshu rubbed his temples for him and asked softly.

"Not drunk, just a little dizzy." Wen Lang rubbed against his neck, his ruddy lips printed on You Jingshu's light-colored thin lips, and a scent of wine penetrated into You Jingshu's mouth.

After the kiss, Wen Lang smacked his lips and said, "Sweet."

If you're not drunk yet, how can you be considered drunk?

You Jingshu hugged his waist to prevent him from slipping down.

"No, no, I'm so dizzy. This carriage makes me dizzy. I want to go down for a walk." Wen Lang felt that the carriage was similar to a tractor, and his stomach was about to pop out.

"Ouch—" Wen Lang rushed out of the carriage and ran to the side of the road to vomit, but he didn't vomit anything after retching for a long time.

You Jingshu followed immediately, patted Wen Lang on the back, and asked worriedly, "How is it? Are you feeling bad?"

Wen Lang waved his hands and said, "No...it's nothing, just slow down."

You Jingshu frowned, and said, "Try not to drink alcohol in the future."

"Have a drink, it's okay, let's go back, the carriage is too swaying." Wen Lang usually didn't feel how much the carriage swayed, but probably because he was drinking today, he always felt that the carriage was very swaying.

You Jingshu let him lean into his arms, stroked his back and said, "Tomorrow, I'll change to a driver who drives the carriage smoothly."

"Uncle Zhu drove the carriage very well. I just drank some wine today." After Wen Lang came over slowly, he asked the coachman to drive the carriage back by himself, and walked back slowly with You Jingshu.

Seeing that the weather is getting colder and Wen Lang's birthday is approaching, You Jing is afraid that Wen Lang will catch a cold after drinking, so he holds his hand in his hand. wind chill.

"Candied haws, I want to eat." Wen Lang pointed to the person selling candied haws in the crowd.

You Jingshu thought he had no appetite, but it seems that he has a good appetite.

"Wait here for me, I'll go buy it." You Jingshu urged.

Wen Lang nodded, "Okay."

You Jingshu saw that he was a little confused, not to mention how obedient he looked, his heart softened, and he squeezed his hand, "Don't run around."

"En." Wen Lang watched him leave helplessly, his mind a little dull.

He stood by the side of the road like a lost child, looking very pitiful.

This scene happened to be seen by Wen Pingting who came out of the makeup shop.

"That's Wen Lang?" Wen Pingting still couldn't believe her eyes that she met Wen Lang on the street by such a coincidence.

Cui Zhu followed Wen Pingting's line of sight and said in surprise, "It's really Wen Lang!"

"Didn't you say he's all right? No matter how you look at him, he still looks so stupid."

Wen Pingting twitched the corners of her mouth contemptuously, "How credible are rumors?"

"Let's go and meet my idiot brother."

Wen Lang pressed his hair in a daze, a pair of embroidered shoes suddenly appeared in his sight, and he was hit by a gust of fragrant wind as soon as he looked up.

"vomit--"

Wen Lang couldn't hold back and vomited.