Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

There are not many other dining halls, and the lights are extremely bright.

When Cheng Yunzhi and two entered the hall through the night, Master Wang hurriedly greeted them.

He didn't dare to underestimate Cheng Yunzhi now, Gu Yanlu's hand shocked him.

Now I finally figured it out: the fairy teacher is not simple, and the friends of the fairy teacher are certainly not simple, and the friends of the friends of the fairy teacher are also the same.

He hunched over and raised his arms, beckoning them in warmly.

"Hey, young master, come here, this way please."

After they were seated, the maids loaded the washbasin one after another, and then moved to the small hall to wait for the summons.

Wang Dafugui waved his hand nonchalantly, telling everyone to go down, except for the steward who had been following him all the time.

He narrowed his eyes and poured wine for Cheng Yunzhi.

"My lord, here's a toast to you, hehe, this is a good wine, just opened from the cellar."

Cheng Yuzhi remained calm, and with a flick of his sleeve, the small wine glass suddenly disappeared in front of him.

But Wang Fugui was pushed and shoved by someone, and a soft force hit him, making him sit back, and fell back on the chair in a daze.

He yelled; "Who! Who pushed me!"

Cheng Yuzhi said softly: "Master Wang, I don't drink alcohol."

Wang Fugui advised him: "How can you not drink alcohol? Just try a little bit, two sips and three cups, it's okay, drink, drink!"

Cheng Yunzhi laughed: "If I drink, Master Wang, I'm afraid you won't be able to have these tables and chairs in this rich hall."

I know what kind of virtue he has after drinking.

Wang Fugui didn't give up, he finally made up his mind to fish out the good wine from the cellar, just to drink enough for today.

One is to soothe the heart that is frightened by the skull next to the pillow, and the other is to soothe the heart that is about to spend a lot of money and is about to be terrified.

Originally thought that these two sons looked good, presumably, a few glasses of wine would not be a problem.

But when he rejected it all at once, Wang Dafugui couldn't hold back his face, and felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm not good at drinking..."

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yu's hand brushed past, and the exquisite wine glass reappeared in his palm.

The young man turned his head, smiling, and brought the wine glass to Gu Yan's lips.

Behind him, Gu Yan was startled, and pursed his lips slightly.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at him, with stars and fireflies in his eyes, and a pool of clear water and moon, the dimples on the side of his cheeks were light, and he used his usual smile and tone of voice.

"I don't drink, how about you drink this glass for me?" It seemed to be a test.

The wine glass dangled in front of Gu Yan's eyes, and was about to be retracted, but was held by Gu Yan.

With a calm expression, he raised his head and took a sip.

"Good!" Wang Dafugui became happy and applauded frantically!

Cheng Yunzhi tapped the tablecloth with his index finger and remained silent.

After a while, he picked up the chopsticks and shouted: "Master Wang, what's the point of just drinking, eat vegetables."

Wang Fugui: "Eat! Eat...Eat his mother!"

During the dinner, Cheng Yunzhi talked about Gu Yan's discovery just now.

He seemed to bring up the topic inadvertently: "I took a nap just now, but I didn't notice it, but Ah Yan went out for a walk and saw how amazing Master Wang's house is."

Wang Fugui muttered: "What's the big deal, I didn't build it."

"It sounds like this house has been around for a while?"

"Yes," Wang Dafugui complained, "Otherwise I wouldn't stick to this crappy place, and it's not because my mother asked me to keep this house... Otherwise, I would have moved to the west of the city a long time ago! Who cares about such a crappy thing It costs money to die."

Cheng Yunzhi raised his eyebrows.

Just as he was about to continue asking for some details, he saw Wang Dafugui drink one cup after another, poured the last three glasses, smashed them on the table, and burped.

Cheng Yunzhi held up his chopsticks, speechless.

The table is full of abundance and has not yet started, but the host has already collapsed. What is this?

Wang Fugui's concubine came and moved the master away, and the steward let Cheng Yuzhi and the others do whatever they wanted, eat and drink as much as they wanted.

Cheng Yunzhi didn't think about this battle, he sighed, shook his head, took a chopstick from the plate in front of him, and heard the soft sound of the wine glass knocking on the table behind him.

Can't we finish that glass of wine just now?

There was no other movement, Cheng Yunzhi took his time, and put the chopsticks dishes into the Gu Yan bowl.

He raised his eyes and noticed that Gu Yanxue's white cheeks were slowly stained with a thin blush, and realized: Is he also drunk.

Cheng Yuzhi murmured: "The three of you present, can't all drink in one cup?"

The result is true.

Gu Yan didn't do anything extra.

He looked directly at Cheng Yuzhi, the lingering silence and shyness disappeared from his face, and now just sitting there, he is a majestic Nascent Soul Daoist.

It's just that this momentum is much deeper than Yuanying's.

However, Cheng Yuzhi has traveled all over the world, and he has never been to the caves of the Yuanying Taoist Lords, so naturally he doesn't know the difference.

He waved his hand: "A Yan? Gu Yan? Gu Riwu? Gu Bainiao?"

It was called a word at first, but later it became a strange nickname.

If Gu Yan is sober, he must argue with him.

However, he was not sober, and after looking at the young man for a while, he simply raised his right hand.

"Come here, Yunzhi." He said.

Cheng Yunzhi didn't expect that there would be such a development. Could it be that a glass of wine could change his new husband to a new level?

Tentatively, Cheng Yuzhi leaned over: "A Yan?"

Gu Yan frowned, and said softly, "Yelling again. You call me Shizun."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Co-authored the contents of his storybook before you acted? !

What's wrong with playing something else, but wanting to cut off the relationship between A Xianjun and his master-disciple who is a disaster for the country? !

Although your Gu Yan's ice-snow temperament is indeed somewhat similar to Jie Ah Xianjun, but you can't act like someone else, right?

...But don't say it, it's weird.

Cheng Yuzhi was full of confusion, pretending to obey, was moved from one wide chair to another, and fell on Gu Yan's shoulder and neck.

Gu Yan looked at him with a rare smile.

"If you don't work hard this week and don't call yourself a master, you know what you said before you started?"

No, he didn't write this paragraph in his script.

Play freely, he is good at it!

Mr. Cheng is not afraid of his "dignified master" in the show, he has said too much, so he naturally has a way to deal with it.

Not only was he not frightened, he turned his back on the guest, straightened his back, shoulders and neck, and his peach blossom eyes were extremely bright.

He said softly and slowly: "What is the name Shizun, wouldn't it be better to be called Xianggong?"

Before Gu Yan could react, he pushed back hard, stood on the ground naturally, patted his crumpled and beautiful snow-green robe, and adjusted the few golden and exquisite tassels on the neckline.

Gu Yan reached forward and missed him.

Instead, she watched him walk swaggeringly, turned her head before stepping out the door, and waved to him.

Mrs.

He mouthed these two words and walked leisurely into the room.

Gu Yan suddenly laughed, and the shyness returned to him, as if it had never left.

He patted his left lapel lightly to dissipate the non-existent smell of alcohol.

Cheng Yuzhi was about to close the door, but just as a foot stepped in from the outside, he pushed the door open again.

Mr. Cheng stepped back and looked him up and down.

He smiled and said, "Are you sober?"

Gu Yan lowered his eyes and closed the door with his hand back: "Yuzhi, you laugh at me."

"What are you laughing at?" Cheng Yuzhi leaned back on the bed, very serious, "Is it just pouring a glass, it's nothing."

Gu Yan sat down and sank into a small pit.

"What did you say before you left?" he asked.

Cheng Yunzhi: "I won't tell you." Although they all know it well.

The night was dark, and the closed windows suddenly made a sound like being blown by the wind.

The rustling woke up Cheng Yunzhi who was in a deep sleep.

He struggled to get up, managed to half-open one eye, looked over there vaguely, saw that the window was still closed, and lay down unsurprisingly.

Beside him, the young man suddenly turned around and stared at him, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly in the night.

Cheng Yunzhi was not very happy, and turned his head to continue sleeping.

Gu Yan whispered: "Meteor?"

Cheng Yunzhi returned him lazily, buried his face in his quilt, revealing most of his satin-like black hair: "Wait a minute."

After a while, my head finally cleared up.

There was no one around, Gu Yan stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, with a calm expression.

Xueyi has black hair and is handsome, with the moonlight shining on his face, even his eyelashes are clearly visible.

Cheng Yunzhi propped his head, straightened up, looked under the bed for the shoes he had kicked in before going to bed, and found that they were neatly arranged at the edge of the bed.

He put on his shoes unceremoniously, and also walked to the window, stretching out his hand to open the half-closed window without hesitation.

Gu Yan turned sideways and let him do what he did.

"I smell the gathering of spiritual energy," Cheng Yunzhi frowned, "it seems that some kind of special formation is activated and appears at a fixed time."

"The night of the full moon." Gu Yan nodded, affirming his statement.

Cheng Yuzhi took advantage of the situation to look up, and he saw the moon was round and full of light.

The gathered spiritual power is slowly moving and rotating along the track fixed by the formation.

For a moment, the entire palace seemed to be in a spiritual vortex.

This is not a good thing, these spiritual powers are filled with the smell of demons, and they are not at all light and light like the monks usually use.

Cheng Yunzhi: "I have a feeling of foreboding, look at how Master Wang is doing now."

Gu Yan nodded and closed his eyes.

Naturally, he didn't need to go to see it in person, he only needed to use his consciousness in the Nascent Soul stage to easily scan the entire palace, and he would naturally know the state of Wang Fugui.

Gu Yan shared his vision with Cheng Yunzhi.

Wang Dafugui was soundly asleep.

His body was as red as fire, and also faintly purple. Under the glance of his spiritual consciousness, he slowly forced out a trace of magic power.

Cheng Yuzhi clicked his tongue: "I don't see him eating a few mouthfuls of food, but I'm still wondering how he keeps his body so strong."

Now it seems that the inside of the flesh has been filled with demonized spiritual power, turning into a bulging...spiritual air bag.

On a full moon night, it was time for Moxiu, who had raised them for so long, to show up.

The palace was silent, and a jet of black magic power appeared, sealing off the entire palace.

Cheng Yunzhi could feel a strange consciousness sweeping over his head, but Gu Yan was standing beside him, lightly erasing their existence without leaving any trace.

In the field of vision, a figure finally appeared by Wang Fugui's window.

Through the not-so-large gap in the window, he exposed one eye and stared closely at Wang Fugui, who was lying deep in the bed.

Then, he turned around, opened the door openly, entered through the main entrance, and stood by the window.

The hogs were raised.

It can be eaten, just like his shapely and fat big wife.

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