Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Villa 08 in Emerald Bay.

Cong Yuyan glanced at the incense sticks that exploded in the sand table, picked up a pinch of incense ash and smelled it, and smiled with a curled corner of his lips: "It's done."

Shang Heyin was used to obeying laws and regulations, so he struggled a little in his heart. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Will that person die?"

"Don't worry, it's just to scare him and inject some blood into his brain, so that he will be smarter and have a longer memory in the future."

After speaking with a smile, he got up from Youyan and went to the kitchen to bring out the health-preserving soup, put it on the dining table, and showed off while scooping up the soup: "The handwriting left by the patriarch is indeed extensive and profound, but now that the aura is lacking, the charm of the spell The effect is discounted."

Bringing the soup to his daughter-in-law, Cong Youyan gave He Yuanyuan a sideways glance, and reluctantly helped the latter serve a bowl of soup as well.

He Yuanyuan sat cross-legged in front of the low table, and had already activated the follow-up sweeping mode. Seeing that there were only a few solitary oil stars floating in his bowl, while the other bowl was filled with Ganoderma lucidum, he was immediately dissatisfied and pouted. He slandered: This man is such a stupid ass, will he die if he flatters a talented woman?If I don't help find someone, what a fart he is!

Cong Youyan patted He Yuanyuan's small shoulder: "Don't feel too little, life is not easy, just drink and cherish it."

He Yuanyuan shook the melon seed away in disgust, stared at the screen, and fiddled with her ten fingers on the keyboard.

"Actually, we don't need to pay attention to professional hackers. The popularity will go down in a few days. I'm not a traffic star, so I don't need to worry about scandals on the Internet." Shang Heyin picked up the health soup, took a sip, and pushed it away in disgust: "Hot mouth .”

"Is it hot?"

Youyan stretched out his fingertips to try it out, but it was a little hot to the touch. To be on the safe side, he still took the hot soup out of the crock, poured it back and forth into two ceramic cups, and waited for the physical temperature to cool down. He dripped a few more drops on the back of his hand, tested the temperature, and handed it back to Shang Heyin with a smile.

Accompanied by Bigu Pill, Shang Heyin drank the body nourishing soup slowly.

When the remaining soup in the bowl is completely eaten, there is a faint reaction in the meridians, and hundreds of acupuncture points are strung together to start a fire.

The heat climbed extremely fast, and the limbs felt extremely comfortable.

Shang Heyin involuntarily clenched the spoon tightly, and sighed faintly: "Involuntarily, maybe you are talking about people like us..."

"People like us, if we have wounds on our bodies, we will never end up with scabs... But in the end, I still followed my mother's old path!" '

"Although he is a nerd, extremely stupid, extremely stupid, and his EQ is even negative, but he treats me really well..."

'So, in the early spring after the winter snow melts, can I enjoy the sunshine once? '

In the corner where the stupid doctor won't notice, there is no need to hide the smile on Shang Heyin's lips.Under the cold and reticent mask, deep in his heart, there is actually a volcano that is about to erupt.

'The main house, what should we do?Not long after grandpa passed away, did he become such a mess? 'Shang Heyin, who has tasted the sweetness of being cared for by others, really doesn't want to deal with those people anymore.

You can't escape, you can't escape, you can't leave.For a big family, the superiors don't look like the superiors, and the servants don't look like the inferiors, it's really a headache.

Shang Heyin put the small bowl on the table, couldn't help rubbing the space between his brows again.

As members of the Shang family, they have been educated since childhood to be cautious in their words and deeds, but after the family business grows, the roots will flourish, and bad bamboo shoots will grow in good fields. A fool who cares about the seriousness, and even does the stupid thing of pampering the outer room.

Not only did he piss off his first wife behind his grandfather's back, but Shang Liangzhi also had the cheek to take his illegitimate son and his wife to his home, driving away his legitimate son in disguise.

When he thought of that kind of scumbag actually playing tricks on his upper body and making a fake video to frame him, Shang Heyin became furious, beat his leg secretly, and cursed: "Old bastard!"

Uncle Da was in the kitchen cooking the ginger duck that was going to be eaten tomorrow. He turned his head from time to time and watched his young master through the glass door. The old man was very sensitive and immediately noticed the change in air pressure.

Seeing the young master gradually clenched his fists, Uncle Da immediately turned off the fire on the stove, and hurried to the living room. Just as he stepped out of the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of a scoundrel and pervert, and the doctor was catching him affectionately. The palm of my young master.

As the two looked at each other shyly, a three-foot-high pink wall was raised around them, with four large characters written on it --- strangers are not allowed to enter!

Uncle Da frowned and hesitated... After a long time, the old man sighed, pretended not to see anything, turned back, lit a small fire again, and lowered his head to boil the duck.

Xiao He, who has been helping Cong Youyan to track down the address, drank the sweet soup with puffed cheeks and watched the whole process of spreading dog food.

There is food, drink, and something to see, she has the right to take it as the fee for tonight's appearance.

After drinking, He Yuanyuan wiped her mouth, turned her face and said ruthlessly: "You are too stingy, you just want to bribe me with just a bowl of soup. Am I such a cheap person?"

After Youyan and his wife finished being sweet, they were about to go to the storage room to see the babies they raised, when they heard He Yatou's brazen questioning, they felt a little contemptuous.

"You don't want to be ashamed. If you have money, you can't buy this bowl of soup! Do you hate my soup? It's okay, I have vomiting medicine here, it's free, please drink it, and give me all the soup you just ate. I spit it out!"

He Yuanyuan immediately acted shyly, covering her chest, Lan Hua's fingers trembled: "So, you loved me for half an hour? You promised that you will never be separated in this life? You want to change when you have a new couple. Let go of the old man! Well, I will leave you and fulfill you."

Cong Youyan rubbed the back of his head and asked strangely: "Do you have intermittent neuropathy? This disease needs to be treated as soon as possible, or it might be inherited."

He Yuanyuan exclaimed softly: "Ah ~ Now, do you still want to pour me the soup for avoiding children?"

Cong Youyan was even more puzzled: "Are you pregnant? You look similar to me just now? Could it be that...you are really smart? Is this your secondary personality?"

He Yuanyuan knelt down on the ground, pulled her hair, raised her head and sobbed, pointed at Cong Youyan, and uttered a torture from the soul: "Husband! Husband! Have you forgotten the oath you made at Daming Lake back then?"

This girl is absolutely crazy!From Youyan's expression of being deceived, he hurriedly hid behind Shang Heyin, and whispered: "You cover me, I have to cast a spell on He girl to help her get rid of evil spirits."

After finishing speaking, he took out the yellow paper, bit his fingertips, lay down on the ground and prepared to write the blood talisman.

Shang Heyin raised his eyes to look at He Yuanyuan, then glanced at Cong Youyan, smiled faintly, and opened his mouth to protect his shortcomings: "He girl, don't bully my little Cong! Is this your new script?"

The crying stopped abruptly, He Yuanyuan patted her buttocks, jumped up as if nothing happened, and laughed: "What, bloody or bloody? Sensational or not?"

Shang Heyin took a sip of tea and nodded lightly: "It's not bad, it's considered a pass."

"You damn girl, how dare you tease me!" Cong Youyan got up from the ground, held up his bloody fingers, and stared at He Yuanyuan with a worried expression.

Classmate Xiao He flicked his long hair and laughed unkindly: "Oh Houhou, tell you to underestimate the lines I wrote, you were scared by me. You even drew blood symbols to suppress evil spirits, oh Houhou, mess. Do. Feudalism superstition."

Just as she was laughing wildly, there was a knock on the door.

He Yuanyuan's laughter came to a screeching halt in the air, and the lingering sound was all squeezed in her throat.

She often writes ghost stories, and it is inevitable that she feels hairy in her heart. She hurriedly covered her mouth, quietly moved to Cong Youyan's side, and whispered, "Cong Cong, could it be that so-and-so, who turned into that Apiao?"

What is the present report, this is the present report!

"Hey!" Cong Youyan raised his bloody finger, shook it in front of He Yatou, and shook his head with a smile: "Ah Piao? Impossible, that is against the world outlook and development outlook of the new era, and it is all feudal dross. ! My little screenwriter sister."

"You..." He Yuanyuan was so blocked that she couldn't say a word.

Stamping her feet, she angrily turned to stand behind Shang Heyin, baring her teeth at Cong Youyan and sticking out her tongue, making faces.

"Tu Tuk Tuk, Tuk Tuk Tuk" knocked on the door a few more times, neither serious nor urgent, very polite.

"Did bobo break down again?"

Uncle Da wiped his hands, walked out of the kitchen, looked up at the top of the chandelier, and complained a little depressed: "These guards don't know what to do, and they don't notify when there are guests, how can they let people in casually? I will file a complaint tomorrow."

Walking to the door, Uncle Da asked, "Who is it?"

The voice outside the door laughed: "When I met the master of the Shang family at the end of his life, he often called me --- Xiaolong."

Dragon?It's that man!

Uncle Da's wrist felt a little cold, his Adam's apple slipped a few times, and he looked back at the living room.

Shang Heyin's complexion suddenly turned pale.

Cong Youyan hurriedly held his daughter-in-law's palm, comforted her for a while, and then ordered: "Uncle Da, open the door, I'm here, I'm fine."

The door opened.

A thin man stood quietly in the hallway, dressed in black, standing there silently like a lifeless shadow.

If he didn't look up and smile, many people would have ignored such a shadow.

It was such a seemingly lifeless shadow, and after seeing Uncle Da, he bent over very gently: "Good evening, Xiao Da. I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still so strong."

The corners of Uncle Da's mouth twitched, his eyelids lowered, not daring to speak.

The man tilted his head quietly, looked through the gap between Uncle Da's arms, moistened things silently, glanced at everyone, bent down again and asked, "Excuse me, is Dr. Cong Yuyan at home?"

Such a strong murderous intent!Shang Heyin grasped Cong Youyan's palm, and shook his head calmly: "I don't know this person as you said. I don't have such a person here."

The man laughed, his voice fluctuated high and low, making people uncomfortable like a lizard in a crypt: "Little Hehe, you are still the same as when you were a child! You are the only one in the Shang family, dare to look at Uncle Xiaolong."

Shang Heyin smiled slightly, and squeezed Cong Youyan's fingers even tighter.

The man's eyes showed some kind of cunning: "Little Hehe, in a word, you used negative tone twice. Can I think this way, the negation of negation is acknowledgment?"