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Xing's father smiled and said to Ji Yuanxi: "Yuanxi, this kid is a bit of a fool, you see he knows his mistake, for Uncle Xing's sake, don't take this matter to heart."

It stands to reason that if you stop talking at this point, everyone will be happy.

But at this time, Mother Xing interrupted. Seeing her son being bullied, she really couldn't bear it, and said in a strange way: "Our Uncle Xing is messing around a bit, but you young people, it's not us who are elders talking about you. It’s better not to go to places where there is no place, lest you accidentally provoke something unclean, treat it as a treasure.”

Although this mouth is talking about two people, it is actually Ji Yuanxi who is blaming him. On the surface, he is persuading him as an elder, but he is actually talking about Ji Yuanxi messing around with the relationship. What else can the so-called unclean thing be except Wei Ziyang .But these words were not beautiful enough, and the faces of the three of them suddenly sank, Ji Yuanxi, Wei Ziyang and Father Xing.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!" Xing's father reprimanded, cursing in his heart: more success than failure.

The performances of Wei Ziyang and Ji Yuanxi are completely opposite, the angrier the one laughs, the happier the other is, the colder the expression becomes.

Wei Ziyang smiled, like a mother like a son, Uncle Xing's arrogance is not without reason.

Ji Yuanxi is cold, what is her identity, what qualifications does she have to make irresponsible remarks about his private life?

"Oh." Wei Ziyang suddenly tilted his head and leaned against Ji Yuanxi, seeming to be in pain.

"what happened?"

"My head hurts a little. Young Master Xing's fist wasn't made of it. It's still aching."

The faces of the people in front of them changed color on the spot.

"Let me take a look." Ji Yuanxi gently pulled him into his arms, and pulled his hair, "Well, it seems to be really swollen. I'll find a doctor to come and have a look for you later."

Wei Ziyang's pretentiousness is not simply a painless jjj, the subtext in his words is: This guy deserves a beating, what do you think?

Ji Yuanxi is someone with a superior IQ, so he naturally understands what he means, so his subtext is: I deserve a beating!

"Let me see your neck." Ji Yuanxi slightly opened his neckline, "There are still some bruises."

Wei Ziyang looked at him unexpectedly, his eyes met, and there was an instant understanding between each other, you understand, I understand.

There are bruises on his neck to remind him of the fact that he was almost strangled to death last night. The meaning in the words is: beat him to death, don't save face for me!

Father Xing panicked: "I'll go to the doctor right away, right now..."

"Young Master Xing." Wei Ziyang interrupted him and said with a smile, "Yesterday I stained Young Master Xing's clothes and didn't kowtow to apologize to you. Don't be angry with me."

Since Ji Yuanxi didn't intend to save face for him, then of course Wei Ziyang would not be polite.

Uncle Xing vaguely realized what he wanted to say, and his lips trembled: "No..."

"It's fine if you don't get angry. I know that Mr. Xing has a lot of people, and he won't care about me. Since Mr. Xing came here today to make amends, I don't want to embarrass you too much. You asked me to kowtow ten times yesterday. Size, Young Master Xing, you are precious, forget about ten, just knock one."

Uncle Xing was dumbfounded, how could he kowtow to a waiter?

"Dad! Look at him!"

Mother Xing also raised her voice anxiously: "You are too much, what are you, you..."

Xing's father held down Xing's mother, and his eyes turned to Ji Yuanxi, but Ji Yuanxi's tacit attitude made him pale, and finally winked at Xing Bo helplessly and sadly.

Uncle Xing looked at his father in disbelief. In Minglou, no matter how weak Xu Yiming was, he tried his best to protect Wei Ziyang from being humiliated, but in Ji Zhai, his father was unable to protect him.

The anger dissipated, leaving only depression.

Wei Ziyang smiled coldly, and Ji Yuanxi was even more indifferent.

Uncle Xing had no choice but to close his eyes, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees and kowtowed.

The moment he knelt down, Wei Ziyang stood up and avoided, leaving Ji Yuanxi to suffer the kneeling alone.This kneeling was aimed at Ji Yuanxi's power, Wei Ziyang couldn't bear it, didn't want to, let alone accept it.

But at the same time, he also missed the strong resentment in Uncle Xing's eyes.

Ji Yuanxi glanced at Wei Ziyang, his eyes darkened.

"Let's go have breakfast." Ji Yuanxi ignored the members of the Xing family and said to Wei Ziyang.

But the meaning in the words is: It’s okay, what should I do.

Wei Ziyang understood, and happily left the living room, returned to the dining room and continued to sweep the table full of breakfast.

After a while, Ji Yuanxi dismissed the Xing family and came to the dining room.

"He forced you to kowtow yesterday? Why didn't you tell me?" Ji Yuanxi pulled out his chair and sat down.

Wei Ziyang stuffed his mouth full of breakfast, and said vaguely: "Oh, I was thinking about how to seduce you, and I forgot to tell you."

Ji Yuanxi ticked the corner of his mouth, quite satisfied with this answer.

"Is it really okay if I mess with him like this?"

Ji Yuanxi's face darkened: "I want them to know that even if it's just a dog, they are not qualified to step on my things."

"Cough, cough, cough." Wei Ziyang was choked, he didn't know whether to be happy or angry, so he had to change the subject, he pointed to the breakfast on the table: "You are exaggerating, there are so many breakfasts, you eat Can you come down?"

"Do you think I'm a pig?" Ji Yuanxi said angrily, "If you don't know what you like to eat, let Mrs. Tang cook more, because you don't know what is good or bad. Tell Mrs. Tang what you want to eat tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Wei Ziyang looked at Ji Yuanxi and slowed down his chewing speed.

Ji Yuanxi took out a bank card and put it in front of him: "From today onwards, you will live here. I don't have too many rules. You are not allowed to bring anyone with you. I will be there whenever you are called. I will go out in a while. Qianqian's Guining wedding banquet tonight , You prepare, I will come to pick you up to participate." His consistent domineering tone easily planned a person's day, and no one has the slightest autonomy, which is exactly his style.

Wei Ziyang grabbed his bank card and shouted at his back: "Then how long are you going to prostitute me?"

Ji Yuanxi turned his head and said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't owe you money for prostitution."

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After Ji Yuanxi left, Wei Ziyang was the only one left in the huge villa, except Mrs. Tang and a few helpers.

He was used to going to bed late and waking up late, so he couldn't find anything to do for a while.According to information, this villa in Jinshuigang is one of Ji Yuanxi's private residences. Because of its good location, it is his usual place to live.

Does this count as successfully approaching him?He took his money and lived in the house where he lived most often, and he didn't even have to go to work at the famous building.

Just now I checked the amount of money on the bank card, and when I saw the row of zeros floating behind, Wei Ziyang yelled in his heart: Fuck, I should take the money and leave!

Feeling appalled in my heart, I started to do serious business.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was familiar with the house, he walked around inside and out, and knew the location and orientation of the master bedroom, guest room, and study room. He couldn't directly investigate in broad daylight, so he could only look for another opportunity.

It is true that Ji Yuanxi likes the smell of lemons, but from his life, there is no trace of lemons at all. All the fragrances in the house do not smell of lemons, and there are no lemons in the fruit plate, and there are fruit trees in the garden. No lemons.

In the afternoon, I strolled to the garden and observed the entrance and exit of the garden. Wei Ziyang was about to go back to the house when he passed a gravel road in the originally quiet garden when suddenly there was a ferocious barking of dogs.

Following the direction of the sound, I saw a Rottweiler barking at Wei Ziyang.

This Rottweiler was tall and strong, with piercing eyes and shiny black fur on its back, but it was extremely fierce. Seeing Wei Ziyang was like seeing a thief, barking non-stop.

It should be the dog raised by Ji Yuanxi, what kind of person really raises what kind of dog, it is extremely domineering.

Just about to take a closer look, Mrs. Tang hurried over: "Mr. Wei, don't go over there."

"Huh? Can't the dog see?"

"It's not that you can't see it, it's that this dog is too fierce and afraid of hurting you."

"Will he bite?"

"Yes, except for Mr. Ji, only when I deliver food to it will I be safe. At other times, no one can approach it."

"Oh..." Wei Ziyang took a few steps back, not intending to tame him, "What's its name?"

"Black hair."

"Black hair?" Wei Ziyang glanced at its pitch-black hair, and then thought of his own yellow hair. He immediately despised Ji Yuanxi's level of naming. Does he dare to be more creative?

It was so far away that Hei Mao didn't stop barking until it was out of sight. Wei Ziyang felt lingering fear. With such a vicious dog, he didn't need bodyguards, right?Just shut the door and let the dogs out.

After wandering around in other places, and returning to the room, the servant held the phone and said that Mr. Ji was looking for him.

"Change clothes, I'll pick you up in half an hour." Ji Yuanxi ordered on the other end of the phone.

"Change clothes? Where are the clothes?" Having said that, Wei Ziyang has been wearing the bathrobe in the guest room all day today. The clothes he wore last night have been washed and neatly placed on the bed. They feel cleaner than new ones. I have to admire Ji Efficiency of domestic servants.

"The clothes are in the dressing room."

Ji Yuanxi seemed to be talking nonsense, but when Wei Ziyang opened the door of the dressing room, he realized that it was not nonsense. The entire row of clothes, shoes and socks with hang tags were all his size.

Damn, when did he do it, just go away after getting involved, sincerely!Don't wait for the wolf's face to be paralyzed!

"Dress nicely. If you dare to embarrass me, I'll throw you out." Ji Yuanxi hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

That's definitely something to say about pets, right?It's a pity that no matter how well-dressed the Chinese Pastoral Dog is, it can't become a purebred dog of noble blood.

Wei Ziyang casually pulled out a suit of clothes and changed into it. He already had a delicate appearance, which made him even more handsome.

After much tossing, Ji Yuanxi also came back. He casually glanced at Wei Ziyang, did not express any opinion, and changed his clothes on his own.

Wei Ziyang felt a little frustrated: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Come here and help me tie my tie." Ji Yuanxi commanded without any disobedience.

Wei Ziyang rolled his eyes, and slowly walked up to him to serve him: "I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you want me to say?"

"For example, say you look handsome today, or something."

Ji Yuanxi took a step closer, looked him up and down carefully, and just when Wei Ziyang thought he would say "not bad" or "not bad" in a perfunctory manner, he seriously replied: "If you don't look good , even if you become a lemon tree, I will not fuck you."

Is this a compliment?It was the first time he discovered that he still had this sense of humor, and Wei Ziyang grinned involuntarily.

"What are you smirking at, let's go."