Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Song Yaze opened his eyes and found that the environment was really different.

The sun shines in, making the room warm and bright.This is a simple and exquisite room, everything is brand new, but the retro patterns add some traces of time.

The bedroom door slammed three times, and a deep and vicissitudes voice came from the door: "Young Master, I am Butler Yan. Your coffee is here."

A man in his 50s walked steadily into the bedroom, unhurried and personable.

He has a face with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although there are wrinkles crawling around the corners of his eyes, they don't look old and ugly, and they shine a little, so that people can still see a little of his youthful beauty.

"Thank you." Song Yaze stood up and took the coffee pot respectfully.

Yan Deguang was startled by his inexplicable behavior and stiffened.No wonder, in his eyes, Song Yaze has always been a half-grown child who acts recklessly, and he has no sense of age when he is always talking about him.

Seeing the butler's reaction, Song Yaze understood the reaction and laughed: "Uncle Yan, my parents left, I suddenly figured out a lot. From now on, I won't be as ignorant as before."

Yan Deguang took a breath, the young master who was yelling the day before was now calm and gentle.He felt that the floor under his feet seemed to be softening, a little unreal.When he came back to his senses, he felt a surge of relief, his whole body was comfortable and warm.

Suddenly, he thought of the embarrassing thing again, showing embarrassment, and faltering: "This...Mr. Bai lost his temper again today and dropped the porcelain you bought on the floor. Liu Ma wants to go in and clean it, but he doesn't want to, so he insists I need to wait for you to go over and ask you to argue...you see..."

Yan Deguang lowered his head slightly, quietly looking at Song Yaze's face.He originally thought that the young master would look depressed, be hit hard, and look like a shrunken loofah.

Unexpectedly, Song Yaze was unmoved, just nodded slightly, and said calmly: "Okay, Uncle Yan will go and have a look with me."

In front of Baili's room, Song Yaze opened the door and saw the angry protagonist.There are two progress bars above him, one is emotion value and the other is career value.At this point, there is no progress on either of these indicators.

Bai Li's face was red, and he was wearing a white shirt with two buttons on the top, reaching deep to his chest.

If you look closely, you can see that he is well-dressed.His hair is not messy, his eyebrows are poetic, his nose is slightly raised, and he has a typical appearance of a man and a woman.He is so beautiful, like a devil in beautiful skin, born to seduce people.

If you want to conquer Baili, it's really like licking honey with the tip of a knife.

In fact, an hour earlier, he had been getting dressed in front of the mirror.He smoothed his hair carefully, and straightened his shirt and trousers so that no creases were visible.

He stared at the mirror for a moment, unbuttoned the second button of his shirt with a complicated expression, and then fastened the button with a frown, but after a few seconds, he pursed his lips tightly again, as if he had made a great decision untie it...

This went back and forth five or six times before finally undoing the buttons in contradiction.

Yes, he is conflicted.Until the button was unbuttoned, revealing the white and tender skin, he was struggling in his heart.There seemed to be blood of different colors flowing from both sides of him.

Life, why torture such a proud poor man!

Song Yaze was very disdainful of Bai Li's hypocrisy in his heart, so he forced a calm tone and said coldly:

"Since Mr. Bai doesn't want to stay in my small temple, you can move out now. I offended you a few days ago, so I will let you go free today. The whole house is regarded as my poverty alleviation, and there is no need to pay for the porcelain. From now on, I will not I will disturb you again. Uncle Yan, see off the guests!"

After all, he turned around and walked straight outside.

Bai Li was shocked, this was not the result he wanted.His lips were half opened, his eyes were wide open, and looking at Song Yaze who had transformed into a living person, his astonishment instantly spread throughout his internal organs, hitting his brain too late to turn around, and his face turned from red to pale.

"Song Yaze, stop!" He rushed up, grabbed Song Yaze's arm, and asked:

"What trick are you playing? Do you think I'll believe you? You're so childish!"

Song Yaze pulled off his hand calmly, but suddenly found that the emotion value had increased by 10 units, and his own image appeared next to it.

He fixed his surprise, and said:

"Bai Li, I don't like to be forced. Do you really think that I have to be with you? Let me tell you, I treat you with the utmost benevolence, so don't come to me again."

Bai Li was cold from head to toe as if being poured by cold water.He watched Song Yaze gradually disappear, and he felt an impulse that he had never had before, like a poor vegetarian who suddenly smelled the smell of sauce and meat, and his possessive desire spontaneously arose.

He felt an electric current surge through his body, his heart shrank suddenly and beat violently.He was moved, for the first time in his life.

Subconsciously, he wanted to open his legs to chase Song Yaze, but his self-esteem insisted on nailing his feet to the ground, unable to move.There was a crack in his long-frozen heart, and Song Yaze's back was embedded in it, making him sting and itchy.

……

The Song family's villa was purchased by Mr. Song when he became an upstart.

Song Haiqing was born as a poor peasant. He was exploited by landlords when he was a child, and he had a strong hatred for the rich.Later, when the reform and opening up happened, he seized the business opportunity and opened a paint shop with his savings, and the business grew bigger and bigger.

In the end, he registered the "Zhendong Construction Company" at a sky-high price of 100 million, became a local wealthy businessman, and also became a legend in Songji Village, where he was born.

But who knows, Song Haiqing, who called to overthrow the bourgeoisie back then, was infected with luxury and exploitation when he became a bourgeoisie.

He bought a villa like a landlord, hired nannies and housekeepers, asked them to call himself "Master", and lived a full aristocratic addiction.

Unfortunately, Master Song was in a car accident on his way back from vacation, and both husband and wife died, leaving behind his spoiled only son.

Maybe some people are so unlucky!

"Master, it's time for lunch." Butler Yan's honest voice came from next to his ear.

When he came to the restaurant, Song Yaze looked at the palace-like decoration, and he immediately raised his forehead as he liked the simplicity.

He remained calm and sat on a heavy wooden chair. Liu Ma handed him a tray with a copper basin and a handkerchief on it.

I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs run away.

He naturally washed his hands in the basin and dried them with a handkerchief.At this time, the dishes began to be served, first a cup of shrimp soup, then sea cucumber, abalone, hairy crab and so on.He finally couldn't help it anymore: "How many more dishes are there?"

"There are six ways..." Butler Yan was a little puzzled, wondering if the young master's temper and taste had changed?

"No more." Song Yaze waved his hands and started to move his chopsticks...

After dinner, he looked at the empty villa and the timid nanny, feeling a little emotional in his heart.He hopes to live a simple life. He doesn't want to enjoy this kind of big battle.He is a down-to-earth ordinary person, but he still has some literati backbone, and he is too lazy to be contaminated by the money smell of this nouveau riche.

He thought for a while and asked, "Uncle Yan, you live at home all the time, do you miss your family very much?"

Butler Yan was very surprised. He didn't expect Song Yaze to pay attention to his feelings for the first time.He was in a daze, pouted and said: "It is my duty to be loyal to the young master. If I miss my family or something, just bear it and let it go."

Song Yaze felt a wave of warmth in his heart.In his eyes, the wrinkles on Butler Yan's face became amiable, and his white hair became extremely soft.He said, "Uncle Yan, let your wife and children come and live at home. The house is too spacious, and it will be lively with more people."

He paused, thought for a while, and then smiled lightly and said, "By the way, Uncle Yan, decorate Baili's room into a study room, and put some books on philosophy and history. I will read them when I have time."