Dangdang shop

As soon as Hu Cheng raised his eyes, he found that the owners of the seats in front followed Mrs. Hu's eyes and looked at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, looking at him with surprise, suspicion, and envy. , and that kind of bone-chilling indifference, that's the eyes of the eldest brother.

He must wish to eat himself alive. The arm that was holding his mother affectionately and instinctively pulled away, causing Mrs. Hu to move her eyes, but she didn't change her face, and still waved to Hu Cheng with a friendly face. .

"Ninth Brother, I'll help you move the stool." Hu Gua squeezed out from a group of little frozen cats in the hall, and jumped to Hu Cheng's side.

"Wait..." Before Hu Cheng finished speaking, Hu Gua, who was proud of himself, had already moved his top spot to the first place under Mrs. Hu. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The seats are so far away, Hu Cheng can feel the rattling of his eldest brother's canine teeth.

"Come here." Mrs. Hu said with a smile, and even patted Hu Gua on the head, scaring the little fox into a frenzy. She really went to heaven alone. She thought her mother didn't remember this guy at all. Well, although I don't necessarily remember it now...

"Yes." Hu Cheng had no choice but to nod, walked over in a dignified and generous manner, took his seat, and sat in the lower seat of Mrs. Hu.

"I've suffered from illness twice, and it's useless. Birth, old age, sickness and death are all human nature. You don't have to mess around like the people outside, crying and screaming to make people's brain hurt."

Mrs. Hu explained indifferently, but there were some things that had nothing to do with her high-spirited indifference. Hu Cheng felt a little uncomfortable, but she also sincerely admired this patriarch. The love and hatred in the world, life and death, I'm afraid I can't see it now, what if it's my turn?So... what about Wang Dun?Hu Cheng didn't pay attention, his eyes turned red, and he blinked quickly to avoid losing his composure.

"Good boy, you still miss me."

Mrs. Hu had a rare smile, and reached out to pat the back of Hu Cheng's hand.

"The last few episodes took a long time. I'm afraid I will have to retreat one after another. At this time, it doesn't look like there is no Patriarch sitting in the town. When it is inconvenient for me to come forward, it is the boss..."

Mrs. Hu just said this, and Young Master Hu jumped out like a monkey jumping into the sky and fell on her lap. His starry eyes almost blinded the people around him, and his painting style directly changed to that of the Rose of Versailles. Son.

"...and your housekeeper." Mrs. Hu looked at her eldest son who couldn't wait any longer with a little cold eyes, and looked at Hu Cheng again in a blink of an eye, this time her eyes were even more blue.

"This... Mother, I'm afraid..." Hu Cheng looked at the young master who had almost petrified, and it was a bit unexpected. It was originally because of his mother but because of Wang Dun's relationship. , I didn't expect that he would directly ask him to be the housekeeper.

During the last few retreats of the patriarchs in the past, the children of the housekeeper were the most popular candidates to win the heir. Although they would always choose a few mature and prudent ones to manage the family affairs, Hu Cheng never thought that he would choose himself as the hand-off shopkeeper.

"Heh, don't worry too much. It's not that it's difficult for you. It's just that I don't often show up for the gift list sent by the one in your family, so you can suppress it."

Mrs. Hu said a few words to Hu Cheng, and then raised her voice and said: "Hu Bo." Turning his head and winking at the old servant, Huber quickly handed her a gift list on a tray.

"These are in your hands."

Hu Cheng frowned, so he had no choice but to take it and hold it in his hand for a closer look. He was suddenly taken aback. If it wasn't for his usual calmness and self-control, he would have exclaimed.

"So many demon farms belong to him...?"

"Why, haven't you even looked at the gift list from home?" Mrs. Hu seemed a little surprised, and then smiled wryly.

She knew this little Jiu'er quite well. This child has never been conspicuous since he was a child, and he has nothing to do with pinching the tip. However, he didn't care about the gift list sent by the family, which was a bit too much. Indifferent and sincere, but then again, if he approached that mysterious and powerful man with a purpose, with Wang Dun's character like a chicken thief, I'm afraid he won't get along well with him. Willows and willows are full of shade.

Hu Cheng adjusted his breathing. According to the feelings of ordinary people, a person has been married to his partner for many years, and the other party has always been a certain way of existence. Then one day he suddenly found that the firewood house at home was piled up with tattered The bed frame can be wiped out to make a Babu bed; under the small bowl of cat rice outside, there are a few large characters made by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty; on the back of the fan used for cooking the stove, there is Liu Shi'an's money... co-authored My object is an invisible local tyrant→_→