The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

As soon as the words fell, Mo Junyue's complexion could not only be described as black as the bottom of a pot, if Bai Lin was willing to turn around at this moment, he would definitely be stunned by the murderous aura rising from him.

It's a pity that Bai Lin is currently engrossed in the joy of reuniting with his friends, so he doesn't care about Mo Junyue, and he doesn't want to let go of the joy of chatting with Song Yi.

"Since you went back that day, how's your house going?" Bai Lin remembered that Song Yi made up his mind to take good care of his family when he went back, and he didn't know how the situation is now.

Even though they are both in the capital, Bai Lin has been busy with business matters this year. At first, he sent someone to inquire about Song Yi, but I heard that he went to other places and did not return to the capital for a long time. He went back and forth several times. He also gave up.

Now that Song Yi suddenly appeared in front of him, he looked much more energetic than before, and his clothes were much more luxurious than before. It seemed that he was living a good life.

Bai Lin: I am happy when my friend is happy, compare your heart!

Mo Junyue: I think you have no heart.

"I was just about to tell you." Song Yi pulled Bai Lin to sit closer, and suddenly felt the chill behind him, but the excitement suppressed his senses, and he was full of words waiting to be poured out, so he didn't care too much.

"Since I went back that day, I told my father as you taught. Although he didn't respond much on the surface, his attitude towards me in private was much relaxed, and he even came to care about me. A few days later , I took the opportunity to say that I would go to Jiangnan to develop, because my mother's hometown is there, and my grandfather was originally a businessman."

Fortunately, Song Yi's father's attitude was not good in the past ten years. The mistress didn't look down on this illegitimate son at all, and decided that he would not be able to make waves, so he didn't stop him at all. After a week, Song Yi Yi took the money he got from his father and embarked on a journey back home.

"Although the name of a businessman doesn't sound good, as long as my mother can live well, I don't care. Besides, you don't need money to go anywhere. Instead of thinking about your official reputation, it's better to let yourself live better."

I have to say that the thoughts that Bai Lin instilled in those few days were not in vain, at least now Song Yi's thoughts have infinitely approached the modern people, as if the modern people can't understand the ancient people's contempt for businessmen. It was impossible to move an inch.

As long as we are living a good life, our reputation is almost gone, and we are not literati, so we can live with that little reputation.

"Then your business must be doing very well now." Bai Lin said with emotion.

Song Yi smiled and shook his head: "It's just a small business, and food and clothing are enough. To tell you the truth, I came to the capital this time to find a better way. I want the second after I made the first sum. But it’s not as good as you, I’ve heard of the name Yageju.”

Therefore, Song Yi also admired Bai Lin very much, even if he was born as a beggar, he didn't need to pay attention to his reputation, he opened whatever shop he wanted.If he did the same, he might be scolded bloody by his father, and he would no longer want to talk to him.

So sometimes there are benefits to being poor, and being born humble and free is actually enviable in a sense.

The two friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time chatted for hours, until the dusk ended and the night was empty, and they didn't realize that time was passing so fast until their stomachs growled.

"Let's go, let's go to dinner. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I still have to treat you."

The two left affectionately, completely forgetting that Mo Junyue, who was unhappy, was still there.