Zha Gong refused to divorce

Xia Ziqiu froze on the spot, watching the two people walking from the corridor to the right corner, up the stairs, and walking towards him. At this moment, the boss who disappeared hurriedly walked up the road Xia Ziqiu came from. .

"Oh, my God, this little young master, how did you get in here? Where did Zhao Si go to hide from the cat? It doesn't matter if you gouged out your eyes, what did you do?" The boss wiped his forehead with a small silk cloth. Sweating, hanging down with fear, Gray Dough's expression became more and more embarrassing.

The footsteps on the second floor were getting closer and closer, and Master Xia wondered if the boss had a thorn in his foot, so trembling.

"Of course they came in by walking. Could it be possible to turn in?" Xia Ziqiu said back to the boss with a straight-forward, young man's air.

When the two got closer, Xia Ziqiu saw clearly the man who destroyed his pocket watch. The man was more than a head taller than him. He wore a long gown, cloth shoes, and a jade pendant with an eagle on his waist, showing the elegance of the old gown. Go is always negative.

Zhou Kui saw that Mr. Yu beside him was silent, and he was not sure what the other party was thinking. Today was Mr. Yu's game, and he, as a guest, couldn't make a decision for the host, so he made up his mind to ask first.

"Young master, do you know that the theater building is under contract today, and trespassing on other people's land is always rude." Zhou Kui said with a smile.

"I don't know, but none of your servants stopped me." If he, Young Master Xia, knew that the show was reserved by others, he would definitely not have come in, not to mention that Yancheng is so big, it doesn't have to be in this show Lou eye-opener.

"Ask what's going on." The man said.

Xia Ziqiu felt that the man's voice was as thick as tobacco, which made his ears numb, and at the same time he was afraid of the man in front of him for no reason.

Zhou Kui got Mr. Yu's words and went downstairs to interrogate, but the air of the four people upstairs was as sticky as maltose silk, which was very weird.

The owner of the theatrical building is about to burst out of his heart. No one in Yancheng knows Mr. Yu. The whole area is trembling when Mr. Yu coughs. There is no other reason. Money can make ghosts, and the Yu family is an old ancestor. The rich families of that generation have been famous for dozens of generations.

In particular, Mr. Yu's business has spread all over the southeast, northwest, and the land under his feet is owned by other people. Today, Mr. Yu gave him the honor to buy his theater, who knew that something went wrong.

If he offended someone, his theater might have to close down. Thinking about the dozens of people in this theater, the boss wanted to hang himself.

Standing next to his young master, Ding Er's heart was divided into eight petals, he was afraid and worried.

Xia Ziqiu had never experienced such a scene when he was young, so in order to slow down and conceal his inner restlessness, he stared at the man and continued his complaint about destroying his pocket watch just now.

However, the man saw the young master's clear eyes without impurities, staring straight at the person, he laughed and said: "Serve tea, just sit and wait."

After speaking, the boss seemed to have lifted the ban, and went downstairs to fetch water and make tea in person. Xia Ziqiu breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, and then sat down at the nearby guest table in a grand manner.

The man sat down opposite him, and the boss quickly brought up the tea. First, he respectfully made a cup for Mr. Yu. While making the tea, the boss hesitated whether to make a cup for the young master.

The boss wasn't sure what Mr. Yu's attitude was, and was afraid of making a mistake.

But what the boss didn't expect was that Mr. Yu pushed the cup of tea he had made to the young master, and he took a cup by himself and put it in front of him, signaling for others to make tea.

Xia Ziqiu took the cup of tea, and drank it without even saying a word of politeness. This time, he didn't have the boldness of drinking tea in the past. He sipped it like a literati, and his black eyes raised his eyes from time to time to secretly glance at the person opposite him. man.

He was vigilant and prepared, like a kitten caught by Zhang Yawu, not strong, but quite imposing, and not afraid.

"Young master, do you look good next?" The man met Xia Ziqiu's gaze, with a smile on his lips, and caught the person's peeping behavior.

The author has something to say: Yu is still a pervert, not a human being, and wants to lure-abduct the young master.

Yesterday it was written at two o'clock in the morning, and I still go to work today, I feel like I am about to ascend to immortality.

Little cuties, salted fish need to be hugged and held high 55555555.

(All the dissatisfied chapters have been revised.)