The King's Altar

"Can we bypass these pronunciations and learn everyday language directly?" Li Tanghuang stood between Li Wudi and Yuan Mingqing with his chin propped up, his eyes shining with curiosity.

Yuan Mingqing smiled modestly: "It's not suitable, Second Young Master Li."

Li Wudi pushed his brother impatiently, "What French are you learning? Go, don't join in the fun."

"Why can't I learn?" Li Tanghuang shook off him, pestered Yuan Mingqing and asked, "Teacher Yuan, what do you say 'dear'?"

Yuan Mingqing didn't even think about it, and said fluently: "Gulaorou."

"How elegant! French is different!" Li Tanghuang clicked his tongue in admiration, and then asked: "Then, what about 'I love you'?"

Yuan Mingqing studied French when he was studying in the UK, and the simple daily language was not difficult for him, but facing the big light bulb rabbit brother, he was really sorry for not cheating, so he rolled his tongue and said, "Taitiana."

Li Tanghuang nodded repeatedly, rubbed his hands and asked shyly: "Then, then..."

"Is it over?" Li Wudi was eager to protect the food, furious: "I have to learn to find a teacher by myself!"

Li Tanghuang rolled his eyes: "Oh, let me tell you, do you know how to count? It costs so much to teach one teacher, and so much money to teach two. Why don't you teach two? It's so cost-effective!"

"Brother is rich! Are you in control?" Li Wudi flipped the table and said, "Get lost!"

"Is it amazing to be rich?" Li Tanghuang slammed his pen and kicked his chair away, "You still have to borrow my lucky money after you run away from home, you have ass money!"

Li Wudi was furious, "I won't pay you back!"

Li Tanghuang roared: "You have guts! I'll tell my sister!"

"You will make small reports!"

Yuan Mingqing, who came here specially to have an affair, was dripping with cold sweat: "Then what, you two young masters, stop arguing."

Li Tanghuang casually picked up a piano score and threw it over, "It's none of your business, shut up!"

"Oh..." Yuan Mingqing was caught off guard, and was smashed straight.

Li Wudi was taken aback and stared: "How dare you hit him?"

Li Tanghuang was fighting with his cousin unreasonably, when he heard that he grabbed a music box and threw it at Yuan Mingqing: "I'll hit him! How about it?"

"Oh..." Yuan Mingqing sweated wildly, and moved his position with his head in his arms.

"Looking for death!" Li Wudi rolled up his sleeves, his eyes turned red with anger, "You try hitting him again!"

"Just hit him! You won't let me learn, even if I beat him to death, you won't be able to learn!" Li Tanghuang flipped his hands, throwing whatever he picked up.

Seeing books, trophies, hangers, mirror frames and other miscellaneous items being thrown at them like flowers, Yuan Mingqing was in unspeakable distress. He could neither call for help nor fight back.

Over there, Li Wudi threw his brother down with an "Aww", kicked and thumped him, "If you dare to hit him, I'll hit you!"

"Damn—you beat me for an outsider? I killed you—"

On New Year's Day, Yuan Mingqing went to Xiaoyanglou to ask Bei Le for a sum of money to spend.Belle moved his noble fingers, pointed out ten hundred-yuan bills, and shook them between his fingers, "You don't come to work for a few days this month, and you only have so much salary."

Yuan Mingqing accepted it with a smile, rolled up a roll of money and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, pretending to be considerate and persuading: "If you are busy, find another person to help."

"It's not busy after this period of time," Belle raised his chin, raised his brows coldly, "Why are you injured again?"

"Don't mention it..." Yuan Mingqing touched the brow bone with blood clots, and sighed: Two rabbits in the Li family fought yesterday, he held this one, the other was relentless, he held the other, this one chased and beat him fiercely, he was alone His strength was very limited, and he suffered all kinds of black punches for no reason.Going to Li's house for a date again, I really don't know how to get rid of the naughty rabbit brother.

Belle tore off a band-aid and stuck it to his wound, "I saw Mo Sheng not long ago."

Yuan Mingqing was surprised: "Huh?"

"Are you surprised?"

"En." Yuan Mingqing responded lightly, subconsciously running at high speed in his mind to plot various schemes to slander Luo Mosheng.

Bei Le knew him very well, and sneered: "If you have something to say, don't think of bad tricks in a muffled voice."

"What did he tell you?"

"I said it was all because of scumbags in the past, but now there is no obstacle, and I want to get back together." Bei Le looked in the mirror and sighed melancholy for his beauty: "Ask what love is in the world..."

Yuan Mingqing asked coldly: "Why is there no obstacle? Aren't you just getting along with Jiang Zhaowei?"

"That bastard..." Belle hadn't finished speaking, but was interrupted by a noise from downstairs.Yuan Mingqing walked to the window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and saw a dazzling luxury sports car parked outside the gate, Luo Mosheng got out of the car, took off his sunglasses and walked into the courtyard, holding a large bouquet of fiery red roses, It's the attitude of a suitor, "Is Belle here?"

"Yes, yes!" Chen Yuejin nodded and bowed to lead people into the room, "Master Baylor, Mengmeng is here~"

Jiang Zhao only snatched the rose, and smiled like a dogleg: "Come and play, come and play, what gift do you bring? Don't be so polite next time!"

Luo Mosheng was startled, and reached out to grab it, "It's not for you."

"I know, I know, it's for Belle~" Jiang Zhaowei held up the bouquet and ran happily: "Master Belle~ my little fairy~ Mengmeng sent you flowers~"

Yuan Mingqing put down the curtain, untied the first button of his shirt calmly, turned his head and left.

Belle stopped him: "What is this for?"

Yuan Mingqing was full of smiles: "Go down and say hello."

Belle pointed at the tip of his nose: "Go out the back door, don't meet him face to face!"

"Don't worry, I'm just looking for something to defend myself, and I will never strike first." Yuan Mingqing calmly picked up a leather whip, shook it, threw it down, then held a desk lamp upside down, and opened the door.

Bei Le grabbed his collar and pulled it back, then raised his hand and slapped him, threateningly said: "Get out! Otherwise, I will make you eat and walk around!"

Yuan Mingqing couldn't resist Bei Le, so he could only swallow his anger and slipped out through the back door in desperation.

Jiang Zhaowei happily invited Luo Mosheng into the Belle Room, put the roses on the table, played a melodious nostalgic song, pulled the curtains, folded the quilt, "Mengmeng, there is nothing in this building The environment in Grandpa Baylor's house is the best!"

Bei Le looked at him, and his heart was filled with black water: "Enough, you can rest."

Luo Mosheng looked at him, feeling sour in his heart: "Okay, you don't need to be busy."

"It's not busy, you're welcome!" Jiang Zhaowei hurried up and down, wiping the table, dusting the sofa, "Sit here, sit here!"

"Be good," Belle grabbed him and dragged him to his side, ordering: "Sit down honestly!"

Sitting down next to Bei Le, Jiang Zhaowei suddenly felt very cramped and didn't know what to do, so he picked up a nail clipper and started cutting his nails.

"Happy New Year." Sitting opposite Belle, Luo Mosheng said affectionately.

"Crack." The nail clippers were extremely sharp, and there was a crisp sound.

"Happy New Year to you too." Belle gracefully picked up a rose, "Thank you for the flowers."

The atmosphere is so warm and romantic, except for the sudden sound of "click, click."

"You have always liked this flower. I remember that when you lived in the basement, you planted a pot, but it never bloomed. I often took it outside to bask in the sun, but I was afraid of being kicked over by passing children, so I sat next to it. Wait." Luo Mo's voice was like spring water, soft and lingering.

"Crack." Jiang Zhaowei listened with gusto.

Belle smiled ashamedly, "I never knew, you are so stupid."

"Crack."

"Yeah, it's so silly... It gets enough sun, and when summer is coming, it grows buds, you are so happy, seeing your smiling face, I think the time wasted waiting for foolishness is worth it..."

"Mo Sheng, I... I'm sorry." Bei Le hung his head in confusion.

"Crack." Jiang Zhaowei watched Luo Mosheng intently, as if he was watching a live TV drama.

Luo Mosheng forced himself to ignore the big bright light bulb, but in the end he was not self-restraining enough. He was unbearably disturbed by the disturbing "click" sound, and turned to Jiang Zhaowei: "Excuse me, can you give me a glass of water?"

Jiang Zhaowei let out an "ah" as if he had just woken up from a dream, and jumped up with a slap on his thigh, "I just said something is wrong! I forgot to pour you water! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm going right away!"

Watching Jiang Zhaowei run out of the room like a whirlwind, Luo Mosheng turned around and asked Bei Le: "Why do you love him?"

Belle bit the bullet and said, "Cute."

Luo Mo wanted to explode, clenched his fists, endured it, and asked coldly, "Is there any advantage in him that I can't match?"

Bei Le really can't say it, if wretched and thick-skinned are good points, he can talk about it for seven to seven or 49 days.

"Beile," Luo Mosheng held out his hand, "I..."

Jiang Zhaowei poked his head out by the door, "Mengmeng, do you want coffee, milk tea, juice, tea, or milk?"

Luo Mosheng was taken aback, and hurriedly withdrew his hand as if he had been caught and raped on the bed, "Fruit, juice, thank you."

"Okay!" Jiang Zhaowei responded and left.

Luo Mosheng calmed down and looked at Bei Le again, "Is he an adult? He looks very small, like a middle school student."

Belle hurriedly explained: "Twenty, just a baby face."

"I will snatch you back," Luo Mosheng looked at Bei Le sadly and charmingly, "Bei Le, no one is more..."

"Cute!" Jiang Zhaowei popped his head again: "Would you like cucumber juice, orange juice, apple juice, tomato juice, carrot juice, or tomato juice?"

Luo Mosheng didn't say the word "love you", but was startled again, and almost jumped out the words "drink your sister".Swallowing the swear words in anger, he forced a smile: "Cucumber juice, thank you."

"OK!" Jiang Zhaowei disappeared quickly.

"Hey, frizzy! He doesn't deserve you," Romo approached Belle arrogantly. "From temperament to age, from mind to brains, he doesn't deserve you. You know, don't pretend you love him..."

"Mengmeng!" Jiang Zhaowei raised his head again, with a loud voice: "The cucumbers are gone, how about replacing them with carrots?"

Belle squinted at him: "..."

"...Okay, thank you." Luo Mo sounded black, and was about to go crazy!

"Wait a moment~~"

"Beile, I have a party tonight, can I ask you out after the end..."

Jiang Zhaowei raised his head: "Mengmeng! Do you want to add honey to the carrot juice?"

"...No, thank you."

"No problem~~"

"Beile, where did we talk just now? Oh, by the way, do you have any plans for tonight? If possible..."

Jiang Zhaowei raised his head: "Mengmeng, do you add a spoonful of honey or two spoonfuls?"

"..." Luo Mosheng took a deep breath and said patiently, "A spoonful."

"Wait a while~~" Jiang Zhaowei shrank back as usual.

Luo Mosheng simply didn't bother to turn his head, and looked in the direction of the door: "..."

"Then what," Belle rubbed the corners of his mouth to soften the stiff facial muscles, "Mo Sheng, that's what he is, don't be as knowledgeable as him..."

Jiang Zhaowei raised his head: "Mengmeng! You... eh? You're talking about yourself, why are you looking at me?"

Luo Mosheng showed his true colors, irritated and twitching: "Mom, I'm so hot! I don't drink anything! Please be quiet for 10 minutes!"

"Zha~~" Jiang Zhaowei responded with a strange cry, and retracted his head for a long time without any movement.

"Sorry, excuse me." Bei Le stood up without waiting for Luo Mosheng to agree, walked to the door and turned around, grabbed Jiang Zhaowei who was lying on the wall and dragged him into the next room, reprimanded: "You are like a flea! What are you doing?" What is this?

Jiang Zhaowei's eyes were slightly red, "He seems to be a rival in love."

Belle gave him a shudder, "Just found out now?"

Jiang Zhaowei scratched his messy hair, and muttered with downcast eyes: "What a powerful rival in love, so powerful... Boss, am I the worst kind you have encountered?"

Belle smiled and shook his head: "Absolutely not."

Jiang Zhaowei grinned in relief and sniffled, "Master Belle, don't comfort me..."

Baylor continued: "You're the worst one."

Jiang Zhaowei's hair was blown all over, and he roared furiously: "Damn slut! Don't think that I will break up with you just because you find fault with me!"

Bei Le laughed out loud, bent over and hugged Jiang Zhaowei, picked him up and put him on the table, "Sit down and don't make noise, I'll refuse his invitation."

To appease the mean boy, Belle turned out the door, held his heart against the glass window and was intoxicated—a handsome man like me who is astonishing to heaven is so loyal, able to resolutely resist temptation, never half-hearted, How charming it is!