[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

"You must also know that when you were in a coma, we got married. I don't care what you think, but you can't divorce me for the time being, so just repay me for saving you. Set you free."

Zhang Qi: "..."

He listened to every word, Yang Jing's words were unreasonable and arrogant, his tone was fast, with a nonchalant tone, the words were not a discussion, nor an order, but just casually stated his position, Zhang Qi was stunned, There is no trace of it on the face.

Yang Jing stood nonchalantly, his casual attitude let people know that this was not a trick he wanted to catch.Zhang Qi couldn't help but want to know, what was going on in the mind of this outcast from the Yang family, and in what capacity did he say the word "let go"?

Zhang Qi sat motionless on the bed, glanced at Yang Jing lightly, and said in an ambiguous voice, "Really!"

Yang Jing felt that the punch was like hitting the soft cotton. The opponent didn't get hurt at all, but he dodged himself, so he instinctively gave the opponent two hehes.

Zhang Qi looked at Yang Jing with a subterranean smile, and frowned indistinctly.

Yang Jing guessed that the other party was pretending to be addicted, and there was a real obstacle in communication between the two, so he shrugged: "What do you want me for?"

Zhang Qi stared at him for a while again, his black pupils were calm and devoid of emotion, but Yang Jing was stared at more and more irritable, it seemed that the other party could see through his mind just by looking at him, just when Yang Jing was about to explode When it was time, Zhang Qi said, "It's okay, I just want to see what my marriage partner is like."

How can I get rid of the feeling of being treated as a trick?

Yang Jing was a little irritable, took a deep breath, shifted his body weight from left to right, tilted his head and looked at him: "See, you've seen it too, then I'm leaving."

After speaking, without waiting for Zhang Qi's reaction, he turned his head and left.

Until the door connecting the two rooms was shut with a bang, Zhang Qi's expression didn't fluctuate much, he just pursed his lower lip lightly, and something flashed in his eyes.

Yang Jing went back to his room and took a shower, just in time for Uncle Gao to ask him to go downstairs for dinner, Zhang Qi was just recovering from a serious illness, someone brought him liquid food upstairs.

Yang Jing occupied the entire dining table by himself. The white porcelain plates contained excellent-looking food, and there were also cold dishes made of more than ten kinds of materials, such as eggs, white meat, and mushrooms. The food I ate was just a casual mention at the time. Compared with the vegetables grown on the barren land, the taste of some meat is not too strange.Today he was promoted two levels in a row, and got another one hundred thousand taels of silver. His appetite increased accordingly. He ate two bowls of rice and drank a bowl of fresh fish and sheep soup boiled like milk.

Picking his teeth, he went upstairs. Yang Jing was really fed up today. The mutton was soft and rotten. He didn't feel it when he ate it. After it fell into his stomach, it became heavy. Now he couldn't sit down, so he walked around the room. Go, while strolling, took out the terminal, and looked at the several prescriptions recorded today. The names of various herbs were densely recorded on the white screen, and he compared them with those already in the backpack. For the one with the right name, the others are neither heard nor seen.

Yang Jing didn't care, anyway, he had already rescued Zhang Qi, so he was not in a hurry to upgrade his refining skills.

Thinking of Zhang Qi, he subconsciously walked to the door, stuck to it and listened, the left side of his face was cold, but the sound insulation effect of this house is really good, obviously there is only a piece of wall, but there is no sound at all, only he does not The rustling sound when I consciously shake my body.

When he straightened up, his neck was a little stiff, and he moved left and right, then took out the terminal to find a sports game, connected the signal to the TV in the bedroom, and immediately displayed brightly colored fruits on the screen.Yang Jing held the terminal as a kitchen knife, swish, swish, swish, and burst into his ears, the effect was very realistic.

Sweating profusely from playing, he went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out, his bones were lazy and his body was limp. He threw himself on the bed, and the whole bed shook a few times. He didn't want to move now, his eyelids It was so heavy that it fell straight down, and it took a while to snort.

The next day, Uncle Gao woke him up early. Fortunately, he went to bed early yesterday and slept soundly. Now he is not too angry when he wakes up, but his face is still sullen, and his tone is a bit aggressive: "Why did you wake me up so early?"

Uncle Gao more or less figured out his temper, and was not annoyed. He walked to the window and opened the curtain, and then opened the window again: "Master Yang, don't blow on the air conditioner all night, it's not good for your health."

The sun was shining warmly on his body, Yang Jing grunted, turned over, and said in a daze, "Go out, I'll sleep again."

Uncle Gao walked back to the bed: "Master Yang, today you made an appointment with Mr. Song, and he said he would pick you up at nine o'clock, it's getting late now."

Yang Jing was laying on the bed with his dead body. In fact, he listened to it, but he just didn't want to move. The sun was so comfortable on his face, like a gentle hand covering his eyelids, touching Yang Jing almost I was about to fall asleep again, when suddenly I heard a sharp shout in my head: "Darling, wake up, hurry up and do the task!"

Yang Jing was startled by the nine-curved and eighteen-curved darling, and immediately lost his doze, and opened his eyes suddenly, the panic that had not completely faded in the dark eyes.

Uncle Gao was also taken aback by his corpse-like movement. Seeing that Yang Jing was completely awake, he went outside: "Master Yang, go wash up, breakfast is ready downstairs."

When Uncle Gao came out of the room, Yang Jing couldn't help but yelled: "You're paralyzed, your head is caught by the door! What are you shouting for?"

The system immediately burst into obscene laughter, and the louder Yang Jing scolded, the happier he laughed. Yang Jing remembered that every time he "hehe", he unconsciously followed up with a "bad pen", so he resolutely stopped scolding.

After breakfast, it was almost nine o'clock. Uncle Gao came over with a beautifully wrapped dark red gift box in his hand and handed it to Yang Jing. He glanced at the antique silver pattern printed on it, although he didn't know what it was, But still took it subconsciously.

There were only patterns and no words on the gift box, so Yang Jing weighed it without pressing his hand.

Uncle Gao said: "Just now the doorman called and said that the car sent by the Song family has come in and will be at the door soon, Young Master Yang, it's your first time to be a guest at someone's house, the etiquette is essential, this is for Mr. Song Gift."

Yang Jing thought it was too formal, when the doorbell rang, Uncle Gao murmured "Here we are" and walked over to open the door.

Yang Jing followed behind him, and seeing that it was indeed the driver sent by the Song family, he put the gift box under his arm, greeted each other, and followed that person out.

Uncle Gao looked at Yang Jing's back, speechless.

There was a slight movement behind him. Uncle Gao turned his head and saw that Zhang Qi was dressed neatly. He hurriedly closed the door and walked over: "Mr. Zuo, why don't you rest more? I'm going to get some clothes. It's windy this morning."

Zhang Qi waved his hand to stop him, looked towards the door, and asked without thinking, "He's gone?"

"Well, the driver sent by the Song family picked him up."

Zhang Qi turned around, and suddenly changed the subject: "It will be Zeng Shibo's birthday in a few days, prepare a gift."

Uncle Gao and Zhang Qi have been together for many years, and he could hear what he didn't say, his face showed joy, and his tone rose unconsciously: "The military seat was in a coma before, although Adjutant Zhang tried his best to suppress the news, someone still got the letter , Some people are ready to move, and the military seat just took the opportunity to show up on that day."

"kindness."

Yang Jing was sitting in the car, no one would torture him with cold jokes, and it was boring. Fortunately, the Song family was not far from the Nightmare Forest, and the two were in the same city. It didn't take long for them to reach the place.

Song's house is not in the city center, but in a remote place, with few people around, and no car passing by on the wide road for half a day.Crossing the road, there is a pool of turquoise lake water, surrounded by camphor trees, podocarpus pine, etc. The villa area is built around the lake, sitting on ten thousand acres of green space, get off the car and take a breath, the nose is lightly scented with flowers, refreshing and refreshing.

Yang Jing was standing at the door, and the housekeeper of the Song family had been guarding outside. Seeing him, he warmly greeted him and welcomed him into the house.

Mr. Song is an old-fashioned person, and the decoration in the house is mostly brown and retro, which is similar to Zhang's house.

The butler brought Yang Jing to the living room, and Mr. Song led a few people to greet him symbolically.

Yang Jing took out the gift box from under his armpit, and was about to stuff it into Mr. Song's arms: "A small gift is not a respect."

Seeing this, the expressions of the other Song family members changed slightly. Mr. Song had already seen Yang Jing's unreliability, so he laughed and motioned for the housekeeper to take over.

Then, Mr. Song introduced to the two parties. There was a middle-aged couple with ordinary faces. They belonged to Mr. Song's second son's family. The one who quarreled with Yang Jing in Zhang's house was named Song Keyang, and the other was about the same age as him, about thirteen or fourteen years old, but at a young age, he had a serious face, like a little old man.

Mr. Song pulled the serious child in front of him, and patted his hands unconsciously: "This is the little grandson I mentioned. Early Song, he has suffered a lot in these years. The Pima Pill is indeed a panacea. He took it. After that, I vomited a lot of black blood, and my spirit improved a lot.”

Several people looked at Yang Jing together. The eyes of the middle-aged couple were full of gratitude, and they said a lot of good things. Song Keyang was not reconciled, and still didn't believe that Yang Jing made Pimaoli Dan. He looked straight at him. At the beginning, he looked like an honest top student, standing up straight, and said "thank you" in a polite manner.

Grandpa Song sighed silently, looking at his little grandson with pity in his eyes.

Yang Jing stared at the boy who was not much shorter than him, and found that he was handsome, with fluffy hair, fair skin, and bright black eyes.

Yang Jing was suspicious, this family was all ordinary-looking, suddenly there was a beautiful boy, it seemed that something strange had mixed in, the style of painting was different.

It was also because his eyes were too straightforward, expressing clearly what was in his heart, the middle-aged couple showed embarrassment, Song Keyang glared at him, Song Chu's face did not change much, but he still shook his head uncomfortably.

Master Song uttered a voice to break the awkward atmosphere, and gave way to Yang Jing: "Master Yang, sit down."

As soon as Yang Jing's butt touched the sofa, the system screamed: "Main task, master-apprentice task, take Song Chu as an apprentice."