108 Possibilities of Sleeping Yourself

Lin Shen looked at Shen Feiyang with a deep smile, pinching a piece of old-fashioned sweet cake in his hand, and his aura was full of the creamy aura of the charming young master who was raised in gold and jade.

Children who grow up in love, and children who grow up in piles of money, can always develop certain temperaments that cannot be ignored.

Even a little prince who can't be noble is like a little prince who doesn't eat fireworks in the world. At worst, he has a strong and confident aura of nouveau riche because of the money he has piled up on him over the years. People feel inferior.

"How do you feel after returning to Shen's house?"

Lin Shen's tone could be called friendly, Shen Feiyang didn't know what he was doing, and tried his best to act like a flattered little white flower.

"It's really nice to have grandparents and a family."

He ignored the question of losing money and gave an answer that sounded very kind and pitiful.

If it hadn't been for Lin Shen to understand with blood and tears, and with the lesson of one life, the bastard in front of him, who would never be familiar with no amount of love, would have believed that he needed the love of the old Shen family couple.

The love between brothers and friends is also love. At the beginning, Lin Shen treated him with all his heart and soul, but in the end he was cut into pieces.

Lin Shen pursed his lips and smiled, "What about this uncle? Don't you think it's a bit of an eyesore?"

Shen Feiyang: "...how come?"

"Isn't it? If there is no such uncle, the Shen family's huge family business would not fall on you. Naturally, such a major event as recognizing the ancestors and returning to the clan would be specially done for you. You don't have to borrow money like now. Live in someone else's wedding, stuff such an important matter of yours into it, and turn such an important matter in your life into a supporting role."

Shen Jichuan picked up a fruit knife and handled a piece of overripe mango. There was no trace of annoyance on his face, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Shen Feiyang tried his best to resist the desire to nod, panicking like a wounded little white rabbit.

"I'm not, I don't think so..."

Father Shen was about to refute his poor white lotus-like grandson, but Lin Shen laughed first.

"Just kidding, I have been with your classmate for so many years, how can I not know that you are a good-hearted person, who will best help others who wrong you. But it is precisely because of this that you cannot be wronged. The ancients said:' Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality’ Everything must be fair. It’s always bad to let another person suffer unfairly for the sake of perfecting one person. What’s more, our family It’s not that there is no such condition, the poor can’t hold another banquet.”

Shen Jichuan's eyes lit up, regardless of anything else, just because of Lin Shen's sentence "Don't worry about the few, but the unevenness", this kid secretly studied and worked hard?

"Feiyang is the grandson of the serious Shen family. He has been wronged for more than ten years. Although he doesn't mind this matter, we can't let him be wronged."

Shen's father and Shen's mother nodded flickeringly, the little bit of rationality just now, because they couldn't let their eldest grandson be wronged, disappeared in an instant.

Shen Jichuan and Lin Shen bid farewell to leave, and they didn't mention the words of recognizing their grandson during the wedding.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​pushing the boat with the water just now?"

Lin Shen sat in the co-pilot and drank the Similu handed over by Shen Jichuan, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If they bully you, it won't work!"