It's really hard to be a scumbag

As the successor of socialism, Jiang Jiang does not want to use violence to control violence, and he has no interest in Zhu Jiayan at all. If he forcibly retaliates back, he will suspect that he is the one who suffers.

So slapping and throwing a bone is the best revenge method in Jiang Jiang's mind.

However, he thought so, but Zhu Jiayan's brain circuit was obviously on another line.Hearing Jiang Jiang sneered and said the words of selling his body, the other party's eyes suddenly lit up, and he actively grabbed the document and signed his name, making Jiang Jiang secretly rub the prepared bunch of tyrants I didn't have a chance to say the cool and handsome words.

"It's signed!" After Zhu Jiayan finished writing, he raised his head and handed the document to Jiang Jiang with great interest. At the same time, he said expectantly: "After signing the deed of sale, does it mean that I can live here?"

Originally, Jiang Jiang planned this way.

But seeing Zhu Jiayan's fascinated look now, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Not only that, but he also turned his face every minute, raised his chin to signal Liang Yichun to take the document, and then stood up unceremoniously: "You think well. Xiao Liang, see off the guests."

This time it was a real see-off, so Jiang Jiang turned his head and left after finishing speaking, ignoring Zhu Jiayan who was holding his pen in a daze.

After leaving the living room, Jiang Jiang saw the butler standing outside, with a complicated expression on his mind.

It wasn't until Jiang Jiang was about to pass him that he came back to his senses and blurted out: "Master, have you watched Mr. Song's new play?"

Jiang Jiang stopped and tilted his head to look at him: "Which Mr. Song?"

The butler's expression was even more subtle: "It's Mr. Song Zhi."

Jiang Jiang was stunned, and then asked in confusion: "I didn't pay attention to him, what happened to his new drama?"

The butler said truthfully: "Because the "Zuo Son" you collaborated with Mr. Song became popular, his seamless new drama has attracted a lot of traffic. In addition, Mr. Song has solid acting skills, and he has not stopped for a moment. So he not only became popular in new dramas, but also promoted old dramas, not to mention that his celebrity status has risen a few notches, and even his film salary has doubled."

Jiang Jiang nodded indifferently: "Oh, and then?"

The housekeeper coughed lightly: "Don't you think that Mr. Song is young and promising, he is very good, he is a dark horse player at first glance, and he can make a steady profit with a little investment?"

Jiang Jiang was still in the fog, looking at the butler with blank eyes that could manifest the question mark.

The housekeeper saw that he hadn't gotten the hang of it yet, so he couldn't help but said anxiously: "Then do you know that after Mr. Gu officially recognized his ancestors, he went to the sky and became the CEO of Gushi Group?"

It was inevitable that Jiang Jiang would not have thought of the point, and the butler doubled down on his hint: "The celebrities in the capital circle are very interested in Mr. Gu, especially after hearing that Mr. Gu keeps himself clean and has no scandals, they are quite willing to marry Mr. Gu."

Jiang Jiang immediately got to the housekeeper's point, raised his head and asked seriously: "What about me?"

The housekeeper couldn't help showing joy, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, those people can't compare with you. With your jewels in front of you, how could Mr. Gu choose others. From my point of view, as long as you give Mr. Gu a little If you have a good face and hook your hands casually, Mr. Gu will definitely drop everything to please you."

What he said was sincere, but Jiang Jiang frowned, and said in disgust: "I'm not asking you this, I'm asking that Gu Heyu has so many young ladies who like it, what about me? Is there any young lady who wants to Pass me a love letter?"

He looked at the butler with sparkling eyes, looking forward to it.

It's not that Jiang Jiang has a girl he likes, he asks this out of curiosity, who is more popular in the hearts of young ladies, himself or Gu Heyu, in the mission world.

Although this childish question is cute and cute, the butler's tone is still gloomy: "Of course there are love letters. Since you were in kindergarten, some classmates in the same class have confessed to you inarticulately, waiting for you for a long time." Big, love letters and chocolates are floating around the house like snowflakes. If Assistant Liang hadn’t dealt with everything and sent a message outside, then you don’t need to take off your shoes when you go home on weekdays, and you can walk on the densely packed It’s a love letter—especially after your debut, the number of fans has multiplied exponentially.”

Jiang Jiang clicked his tongue, and his expression returned from curiosity to calmness in an instant, as if he was used to it and said: "Don't throw away love letters, you can sell them for a lot of money, and if you save a certain amount, donate them to children in difficult areas Also remember to record the name and address of the sender, if you send a gift, buy something and send it back, if you send a love letter every day, persuade her to return to the right path, study when you should, and go to work if you should go to work.”

After talking casually, Jiang Jiang thought of something, and quickly added: "Don't use my name to do this, or they will send it more diligently."

The housekeeper who always left these matters to Liang Yizhen was stunned by Jiang Jiang's skillful operation for a while, and he was half a beat behind before recovering when Jiang Jiang was about to leave. The topic was brought back: "Although Mr. Gu is not as good as the young master, he is still a good talent. Mr. Song is just showing his edge, and the road ahead looks smooth. These two are dragons and phoenixes on the outside. No matter how you look at it, they are better than the gentleman in the living room." Excellent, right?"

Jiang Jiang paused, remembering the subtle expression on the butler's face before he spoke, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

In the next second, the butler's sincere speech confirmed Jiang Jiang's guess: "You are young, and it's normal to like to play around. It's not uncommon to have one or two lovers. It's a novelty to have four or five lovers, but six or seven Isn’t this a bit insufficient for health?”

After struggling for a while, the butler coughed lightly, "I don't have any complaints about that pervert in women's clothing in the living room, I just think your body is important."

Jiang Jiang fell into a long silence, and after a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from his little white teeth: "He is not my lover."

The housekeeper hesitated to speak.

Before he opened his mouth, Jiang Jiang said with a dark face: "Don't think about it, I'm so busy, I don't have time to find a lover. He is my new employee, and he signed a contract of prostitution to work for the Jiang family for the rest of his life." Like that."

The butler didn't relax his vigilance, instead, he was facing an enemy: "This gentleman is very good, why did he sign the deed of sale?"

Ah.

Good question.

Jiang Jiang snorted coldly: "That's what he has to ask himself."

After stabbing Zhu Jiayan with neither yin nor yang, Jiang Jiang was not interested in continuing to listen to the housekeeper's love to sell stocks.

He returned to his bedroom, took a bath to relax his body.

Because the last chance has also been used up, he is now in a state of doing nothing without a goal, just waiting for the score of "Doom" to be tested for a week after it is released, and then facing the success or failure of the mission.

On the virtual panel, the failure of the two scarlet missions was too glaring. Jiang Jiang turned off the screen depressed after glancing at it twice, and came out wrapped in a towel to dry his hair.

When the wet hair returned to its fluffy appearance, Jiang Jiang relaxed on the bed, rolled around and closed his eyes.

After he came to this world, he has been running around on the set, with almost no spare time to rest. This will relax his mind and fall asleep soon.

Jiang Jiang was in a deep sleep, during which time Liang Yichun came in and stuffed his hands back into the quilt due to the heat, he still didn't know.

Until the next day, when he woke up from the heat, his face was still full of confusion.

The dream last night was different from the previous ones, it seemed a little special, he couldn't remember the specific content, he only remembered that there were countless people calling his name in the dream.

The voices of those people are different, and the tone of their words is also different. The only thing in common is that they are like hundreds of ducks, quacking non-stop.

Jiang Jiang was harassed all night, and he was still a little depressed.

The good thing is that he is now free from the confinement of the task, and when he wants to sleep is completely up to his own mood.So he got up and took a shower, then returned to the bed and fell asleep happily.

Time always flies by when fishing.

When the first snow of the year fell outside the window, Jiang Jiang was still a little aware.

It wasn't until Liang Yichun came over with the steaming little wontons that Jiang Jiang put down the handle, picked up the cold mobile phone next to him, and at the same time poked his head out of the quilt shrunk into a small ball: "It's snowing outside, let's go tonight Enjoy the snow and eat dumplings with grandma."

Liang Yichun sat next to Jiang Jiang, bowed his head and blew on the wontons, then brought the spoon to Jiang Jiang's lips and said, "Okay. What kind of dumplings do you like, I'll buy them later."

Jiang Jiang opened his mouth and ate the wonton with a whimper.

Both cheeks puffed up like little hamsters for a while, he stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his lips, "Why don't you let the servant buy it?"

Liang Yichun tucked up Jiang Jiang's neck with one hand, and said softly, "The family banquet is naturally more atmospheric when you buy it yourself."

Jiang Jiang said blankly, "Huh? Family banquet? But I even asked Song Zhi to go with Gu Heyu."

The smile on Liang Yichun's face gradually disappeared.

Seeing that the other party's face became colder than the phone, Jiang Jiang couldn't help shrunk his head, shook the phone in his hand and said obediently: "How about I tell them not to come? And I just sent it not long ago, maybe they haven't leave."

After the voice fell, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Gu Heyu's voice sounded from outside, and he said with a smile, "Jiang Jiang, I've packed everything, and now I can go to grandma's house."

Jiang Jiang: "..."

Oh wow.

Forgot that Gu Heyu had completely moved here since he took power and took full control of the Gushi Group.

"It's still early, and Jiang Jiang hasn't changed yet." Liang Yichun sat beside Jiang Jiang, didn't intend to get up to open the door, and said coldly: "We'll go there after I help Jiang Jiang get dressed. If you can't wait, you can go back to your room without going."

Gu Heyu's voice was full of gnashing of teeth: "Why are you again? Hell, why don't you have official business to deal with? You are not also the president of the company, how come you are pestering Jiang Jiang every day!"

Disdain flashed across Liang Yichun's eyes, and he was about to pretend to attack his love rival, when he heard the butler come over and said outside the door: "Young Master, Mr. Song is here."

Liang Yichong held his breath in his chest, and immediately lost the intention of continuing to be weird.

There is no way, there are too many rivals in love, if he continues to be bitter and jealous, I am afraid that even other messy people will get involved.

Thinking of this, Liang Yichun's expression sank, he put the wontons on the table beside him, and changed his clothes with Jiang Jiang.

However, he was still one step too late. Just as a group of people reached the door, Zhu Jiayan in a JK plaid skirt came out from nowhere, holding an ugly little snowman in his hand and said happily to Jiang Jiang: "Jiang Jiang, look, isn't the snowman I made cute?"

Jiang Jiang glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and said casually, "Spicy eyes."

Zhu Jiayan was taken aback for a moment: "But I pinched you..."

Jiang Jiang frowned, looked at the snowman again for a long time, and then said without changing his face: "Look carefully, it's still quite cute."

The author has something to say: Zhu Jiayan: Jiang Jiang praised that the snowman I kissed (row) hand (heavy) pinched (pointed) was cute~

Jiang Jiang: My (emphasis added) snowman is cute.

感谢在2020-04-2222:16:30~2020-04-2322:06:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Su and Hanayi of Serinuma; 1 bottle of Aesop;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!