Peerless Junior Uncle

When Song heard this meaning, he frowned.It was He Yunshen who interrupted him: "I know what you want to say, but you are not young anymore. You are 24. It will be a matter of time before you start a family. Your father and I are your only son. Your mother left early, and I am too old , I don’t know how this day will change in the future, whether you can see peace in the world is another matter, you have to let me watch you get married, if I go down, I can explain to your mother.”

"This is a letter from Jin Buyi, and the meaning is obvious." He Yunshen pushed a piece of letter paper over from the end of the coffee table, He Tingge frowned and glanced at it, and said, "In such a hurry?"

"Life is a little anxious, but it's not unreasonable." He Yunshen said: "Besides, Jin Yuyao is not an ordinary woman. If she can enter the door of my He family, she should be in the right family. Although I never thought of forcing you to make a decision, But, you still think about it."

He Tingge didn't say anything, just looked at the contents of the letter, feeling a little depressed.

..........

When Jin Yuyao heard that He Tingge wanted to invite her to watch a play, she had an incredulous expression on her pretty face, and a slight smile crossed her lips: "Listening to plays? I never thought that Young Marshal He would actually like those old-fashioned things."

Having said that, Jin Yuyao still followed He Tingge's preference, changed into a foreign dress, straightened her hair and got on the car to Qinyuan.When she got off the car, only the boy at the door led her up to the second floor, but He Tingge was nowhere to be seen.

"Miss, take your time." The servant brought the tea and left. Jin Yuyao glanced at the unsatisfactory quality of the tea, straightened her posture and looked downstairs.

The bustling people made their positions and waited for the actors on the stage to sing, but after waiting for a long time, He Tingge was nowhere to be seen. Jin Yuyao was a little displeased, but at this moment, she caught a glimpse of a table at the corner of the second floor. Although she didn't meet him many times, it left a deep impression on Jin Yuyao. She had never seen such an old-fashioned and indifferent man. He really led her around half of Jincheng just for strolling.

"Adjutant Mu." Mu Lan was watching the man on stage singing a cappella with his sleeves swung, when suddenly a crisp voice rang out in his ears, his eyebrows frowned, and when he turned around, he saw Jin Yuyao standing beside her in a lavender cheongsam, smiling. She looked at him eagerly.

"Miss Jin." Mu Lan stood up, nodded politely, and didn't ask anything, but looked around and found that there was no sign of He Tingge, so she set her eyes on Jin Yuyao.

Jin Yuyao was angry at this moment. Judging by Mu Lan's appearance, she must have come by herself, so of course she couldn't say that she was let go by He Tingge, so she smiled and said, "Adjutant Mu is also here to listen to the show?"

"Yeah." Mu Lan said yes, but she was thinking in her heart, how could a young lady like Jin Yuyao, who was raised in ocean water, come to the theater......

Just when the two were guessing each other, the instrumental music stopped downstairs, and everyone was dissatisfied. Looking at Tsing Yi who suddenly flicked his sleeves and stopped singing on the stage, they raised doubts.

Seeing the figure rushing towards the backstage angrily, Mu Lan frowned, and didn't bother to pay attention to Jin Yuyao, and said, "Miss Jin, take your time, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

[The author has something to say: According to the progress of the first half, Mu Lan is still relatively fast, compared to Huo Qiangu, who is so cute and stupid...]

Singing voice

Seeing the figure rushing towards the backstage angrily, Mu Lan frowned, and didn't bother to pay attention to Jin Yuyao, and said, "Miss Jin, take your time, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

After saying that, she passed the people around her and went downstairs. Jin Yuyao didn't understand, so she looked at the other play that had been changed downstairs, and her eyebrows were a little fussy.

And in the corner of the third floor, He Tingge, who had a clear view of the situation downstairs, was peeling the melon seeds in his hand at this moment, looking at Mu Lan's back as he hurried downstairs, feeling a little pensive.

In the dressing room behind the stage, an actor in a red costume angrily kicked away the props in front of his feet, strode over to the chair and sat down, snorting angrily.

"Hey, my lord, what's wrong with you." The boss on the other side came over with a helpless face: "You won't sing if you say you don't want to, isn't this a signboard?"

"Master, I'm not in the mood." A clear voice came out from behind the delicate makeup, full of anger and anger.

The boss had no choice but to say, "That's good. I'm not in the mood when I'm singing? Don't you say you like this play?"

"Then I don't like it now, okay?" With the phoenix eyes rolled over, he reached out and took off the cumbersome costumes on his body and threw them aside. Anyway, there were handymen coming to pick them up, so he threw them away easily.

Seeing the flowers beside the mirror, he frowned: "Why are you here again, didn't you ask you to throw it away?"

As he said that, he turned around and questioned the boy who was doing odd jobs behind him: "Do you not want to do it anymore? Such a small matter... can't be... well done... What are you doing here?" Originally It was a very irritable voice, but when he saw the man behind him with a costume on his arm, he suddenly lowered his voice, and then asked loudly and confidently.

Mu Lan flicked the fine ash on the costume, and put it aside casually. Huo Qiangu turned around and saw that the boss had left at some point, so he heard Mu Lan's cold voice: "That's Jin Yuyao."

"Jin Yuyao?" Huo Qiangu was taken aback for a moment, then blinked, and straightened his spine: "Whoever you love, don't care about me!"

"Jin Yuyao is Marshal Jin's daughter, and it's no accident that he's the young marshal's fiancée." Mu Lan put on her costume and turned to look at Huo Qiangu seriously.

Huo Qiangu turned his head, the phoenix eyes outlined by the brush turned white, and muttered: "What does it have to do with me?"

"It doesn't matter." Mu Lan said lightly, reaching out to touch Huo Qiangu's chin: "It has nothing to do with me."

"Let go." Huo Qiangu slapped Mu Lan's fingers off lightly, and muttered, "What kind of mess is it?" Mu Lan put her hands back into her trouser pockets indifferently, and glanced at the flowers on the table: " It was from me."

Huo Qiangu was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at the blue rose on the table, then at Mu Lan, and suddenly couldn't help but smile: "I can't tell, you're so coquettish."

Mu Lan frowned, then said, "Throw it away if you don't like it."

"If you don't like it, don't throw it away. The blue enchantress is so expensive, and you can make a lot of money if you sell it." Huo Qiangu bent his phoenix eyes with a smile, and Mu Lan curled his lips secretly.

"Mu Mu, what's for dinner tonight?" Someone who had completely forgotten that he was still angry a second ago was pulling Mu Lan's sleeve with one hand and counting how many roses there were with the other.

"What's the point of pulling and pulling?" Mu Lan said flatly.

"I'm willing, who cares." Huo Qiangu curled his lips and continued to ask: "Eat whatever you want, I'm hungry."

"Go wash your face." Mu Lan said.

Huo Qiangu blinked: "En? Why?"

"I don't want to eat a mouthful of paint."

Huo Qiangu: "...." After being stunned for three seconds, his face turned red after a brush, which could be seen through the thick oil paint, then he pulled Mu Lan's arm, tiptoed his feet, bang A kiss on the side of Mu Lan's face, imprinted a lipstick mark.

Mu Lan frowned, watching Huo Qiangu make a funny face and ran away, helplessly wiped the side of his face with the back of his hand, and saw in the mirror opposite, a red lipstick mark on the cool and handsome man's face, Mu Lan He raised the corners of his lips and smiled silently.

When he stepped into the room with a boy from a hotel he found temporarily, Haitang slapped his nose exaggeratedly, his handsome face wrinkled like a bun: "I'll go, how long has no one lived here, this musty smell .”

The little servant smiled on the side: "Sir, you feel wronged, we are the only family on this road, just to provide convenience for passers-by, and there are usually no people, just these two days, it's time to catch up with the passers-by There are a lot of people. This house has been idle before, but it has been cleaned. A house that has not been lived in for a long time always has some smells. I will open the windows for you to ventilate. If necessary, I will go downstairs to get you smoke. Xiang Gai Gai?"

Xu Ziyang came in with a suitcase from behind Haitang, glanced at the room, and said with a normal face: "It's fine, I'll open the window for ventilation, young master, don't worry about those who are away from home."

Hearing this, Haitang waved his hand unhappily and told the servant to go down to prepare some food. The servant grinned his teeth and went downstairs cheerfully. Haitang opened the door wide and looked at the facilities and tables in the room with the same expression as if he had eaten shit. The chairs are all old, so I didn't say anything. When I glanced at the only bed in the room, I paused, and the wrinkled face slowly stretched out. I saw that the window was being opened on one side. Xu Ziyang, who was pulling the curtains, licked the corner of his lips, and said hesitantly, "That, nerd."

Xu Ziyang opened the curtains, didn't care that he called him a nerd, turned his head and said indifferently: "What's wrong?"

"This is just a bed." Haitang blinked.

Xu Ziyang looked at the big bed covered with white sheets, measured the length and width with his eyes, and looked at the figures of the two. Although Haitang was taller than himself, he was slender, and murmured: "You can sleep well." .”

Haitang: "..."

Rubbing his forehead, Haitang thought for a while but didn't say anything, turned around and took off the coat on his body, and hung it on the hanger at the door. The hanger hadn't been used for a long time, and the weight of the coat could make it squeak.

"Can you clean up by yourself? I'll go down and get something to eat." Xu Ziyang didn't understand what Hai Tang meant by rubbing his forehead with Mo Mo, so he didn't think much about it, so he planned to go down to see if the food was ready.

When Haitang got off the train, he beat his two subordinates to go first, so as not to attract too many people's attention, so now only Xu Ziyang, the oil bottle that he brought with him at the beginning, was left by his side. Fortunately, although Xu Ziyang was a nerd, he Along the way, I can also improve my resistance, and I can also read a paragraph to kill boredom in my spare time.

Listening to Xu Ziyang going out, Haitang bought him a new