Fawn

Cheng Shiteng had a dull conversation with his father, and by the time the conversation was over, it was already evening.Cheng Tingli asked him to have dinner before leaving. He took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that the light in his father's place was dim and the air was gloomy, like a dark fairy cave. Xiao Han quietly sat at his father's feet, looking weird and crazy.

So he couldn't sit still and had to leave.

If he wanted to leave, Cheng Tingli would not stay.When he really left, Cheng Tingli stood up, kicked Xiao Han at his feet without looking at him, walked around the desk to the center of the room, and stood there for a while thoughtfully.

Xiao Han raised his hand to grab the edge of the desk, and stood up to reveal a pair of eyes, just in time to see Cheng Tingli with one hand in his trouser pocket, turning his head back in a chic posture.The lights in the room were not turned on, and the dim light concealed his old appearance.Xiao Han looked at him quietly, feeling that he was very graceful and attractive when he turned around.It's a pity that the king was born before he was born, and the king is already old when he was born.Old, Xiao Han still likes him very much, likes his gestures, likes his still handsome eyebrows, likes his warm and clean body with a faint sweet smell.He got a little fatter and got a little belly, Xiao Han even liked his soft belly very much.

Xiao Han has no father since childhood, and Cheng Tingli is not only his lover, but also his father.At night, he embraced Cheng Tingli's body, as if embracing the whole world, satisfied and very happy.

Cheng Tingli didn't know what Xiao Han was thinking, nor was he interested in knowing, because Xiao Han was too small and unimportant.

Cheng Shiteng went back to his home. There was a little housekeeper in his house, two years younger than him, few people knew his last name, anyway, Cheng Shiteng called him Laibao.A few years ago, Lai Bao served Cheng Shiteng on the bed. A few years later, Bao grew up and passed the age of thin skin and tender flesh. Cheng Shiteng saw that he was smart, so he didn't dismiss him lightly, but let him continue to follow him. Manage household chores for yourself.

With brains and luck, Noble is one of the first batch of bastards.He has a nice little house of his own, with his old mother and a young daughter-in-law in the house, and his life is quite good.On a good day, Noble is happy and always has a smile on his face.Seeing his joy, Cheng Shiteng put more emphasis on him.Noble has old feelings for him in his heart, and is willing to treat him well from the bottom of his heart.As soon as he entered the door, Noble saw that he was tired and hungry; so within a short while, dinner was placed on the dining room table.

Cheng Shiteng sat at the head of the dining table, ate and drank alone, and asked Noble: "Did you get a letter from the lawyer from Cambridge Road?"

Cambridge Road is where his new house is located, and here it refers to Mrs. Cheng.Upon hearing this, Noble immediately replied, "No, there has been no news."

Cheng Shiteng nodded, thinking that the last time she finished talking about the divorce, there was nothing left to say, so is this still inseparable?

At this time, Laibao opened his mouth again: "Old Qian came here in the afternoon. Before I waited for you, I asked me to bring you a message, saying that there was a reply from Donghezi. They thought 300 yuan was too little. It costs four hundred, and the passing tax is paid separately. Lao Qian thinks this condition is too harsh, so he dare not make a decision, and will wait for you to speak."

Cheng Shiteng poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks, and suddenly he was full.After putting the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, he sighed, and then said, "Go, call Laoqian!"

When Cheng Shiteng and the steward, Lao Qian, were calculating their accounts, Xiao Lu and Cong Shan in Donghezi City were sitting together, talking about the same issue.

Xiaolu didn't know how to deal with Cheng Shiteng, so his first reaction was to isolate himself from this person, so that the two sides would never interfere with each other, and it would be better if there was no communication between them.However, Cong Shan didn't know much about the grievances between them, so he put forward a new suggestion in the attitude of an outsider-cutting off Cheng Shiteng's smoke and earth channel, it would naturally cause losses to the other party, but since this loss is not enough If the soldiers of the Cheng army were starved to death, then this practice of harming others and benefiting oneself would not make much sense.Instead of this, it is better to monetize more oil and water from the caravan as military pay, anyway, money is not afraid of too much.

Xiao Lu knew that what Cong Shan said was reasonable, indeed, money is not afraid of too much, and the money to buy the road is very easy, even the capital is not required.And Cheng Shiteng's smoke and soil are all pulled over long distances in big mule carts, and there are always hundreds of boxes in one trip.One box is three hundred, one hundred boxes is thirty thousand.The 3 yuan is like picking it up for nothing—for no reason, who can give him [-] yuan?

Thinking of this, Xiaolu nodded, and showed his great skill of opening the mouth of a lion to increase the purchase price to 400 yuan per box.He wanted four hundred, but of course Cheng Shiteng would not obediently give him four hundred.Lao Qian ventured to visit Donghezi in person, but Xiao Lu didn't show up, and a teacher under Cong Shan received him.The two sides bargained and finally settled on three hundred and two per box.

A box of three hundred is a lot, let alone three hundred and two.Cong Shan ran to announce the good news to Xiao Lu, and the two of them closed the door and laughed.Lao Qian returned to Tianjin, full of complacency, and thought that he had fulfilled his mission.After reporting to Cheng Shiteng, Cheng Shiteng was silent for a moment, but finally asked, "Have you seen Lu Ziping?"

Old Qian shook his head: "I didn't see that."

Since Lao Qian didn't even meet Xiao Lu, there was no need to ask about the latter.Cheng Shiteng waved his hand and told Lao Qian to leave.

When the door was closed, he was alone in the room.He turned his head and looked out the window, thinking that Xiaolu would lie to him and kill him, but now he has learned to blackmail himself, what a bad guy, really bad.

Xiaolu couldn't perceive Cheng Shiteng's slander against him - he didn't even think about Cheng Shiteng at all.

He has his business.Although General Zhao approved his list, the person in charge is the Director of Military Supplies.If you don't make a confession to the Director of Military Supplies, then the ammunition and ammunition cannot be easily released from the warehouse.Fortunately, Xiaolu still has a lot of kung fu, so he has partially subdued General Zhao, so he doesn't need to flatter the favorite ministers around General Zhao.

Cong Shan went to Peiping with a sum of money and made a special trip to contact the Chief of Military Supplies.Xiaolu stayed in Donghezi County, but spent a few days of leisurely life with nothing to do.At noon that day, after lunch, he was hesitant to go out of the city to visit He Ruolong's grave, when Li Guoming came in with a cold air, and smiled at him with a strange expression: "Master, what are you doing?"

Xiaolu stood by the window, looked at Li Guoming, and said nothing.

Li Guoming ran up to him bouncingly, first carefully looked at his face carefully, and finally felt that he should be calm, so he boldly poked his head out and kissed him on the face.

Xiao Lu remained unmoved, and only asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Li Guoming reached out and hugged his arm, and laughed in a low voice: "I...I found someone for you." Then he clenched his fist and beat Xiaolu's shoulder: "If there is no substitute worker, I will let you You killed yourself."

Xiaolu didn't know who he had found for himself at first, but he didn't realize until he heard this.Turning his head to look at Li Guoming, he was very calm in his heart, thinking that only Li Guoming could do this, if he came to do it, he would definitely do well.

Seeing that he didn't mean to scold him, Li Guoming felt confident, and called out the door: "Xiaoquan, come in!"

The door opened slowly, and a young man walked in with shrugged shoulders and arched back. From the outside to the inside of the door, the few steps made him timid and timid.When he entered the room, he tremblingly stood at attention, lowered his head deeply, and muttered something, as if he was greeting the teacher.

Xiaolu looked at this person, and saw that he was tall with broad shoulders and long legs, but because he was too shy at the moment, he didn't look tall.Besides, he was wearing a new set of cotton-padded jacket and trousers that didn't fit well. The jacket and trousers were obviously just worn today, and the blue cloth material was starched hard, and he was shivering in the shell-like jacket and trousers.The clothes are newly made, and the head is also newly shaved. A good head of jet black hair has been shaved into a toilet lid, but the exposed neck and ears are quite fair.

Li Guoming saw that Xiaoquan's appearance was too shameful, so he walked over and lifted his chin, letting him show his face to Xiaolu.The face is a good one, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and high nose bridge, a little like He Ruolong, but still childish, it has the shape of He Ruolong, but does not have the spirit of He Ruolong.Facing the little deer with half-closed eyes, he seemed to be dying at any moment, only trembling and panting.

Li Guoming looked at Xiaoquan, then smiled at Xiaolu: "He just turned eighteen this year, so he is a small handyman. A few days ago, I saw him selling his body to bury his mother on the street. Teacher, guess what he is worth?" How much?"

Without waiting for Xiao Lu to answer, he stretched out a white slap: "50 yuan, if you say it's expensive, it's not too expensive. Now, if you want to sell a big fat boy just born, it's about the same price. But big fat The boy can be raised as a son when he buys it home, but he is too old to raise him well, who would want it?"

Xiaolu looked at Li Guoming and Xiaoquan, and felt that these two creatures were unreasonable: "Where can I get less than 50 yuan, a boy, how could he think of selling himself?"

Li Guoming smiled immediately: "Oh, my good teacher, you are so eloquent. He won't steal or rob. Where do you ask him to get 50 yuan? When he earns enough money by working hard, his mother will die soon." It's turned into mud!"

Xiao Lu stopped talking, because in his eyes, Li Guoming was just a kind of domestic dog. If he wanted to bark a few times, let him bark;

However, Li Guoming was very interested, and even started to unbutton Xiaoquan's padded jacket: "Look, Master, he is quite white!"