The little man on the apex

Zhao Jing's neck and wrists and other exposed places were flushed quickly. Although he couldn't see it on his body, he knew that there must be a lot of rashes from the needle-like feeling.

He frowned slightly, resisting the burning sensation, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he was a little out of breath, so he lowered his head and quietly opened his mouth.

Today is a good day for Zhou Ziyu to get married. He knew he couldn't disturb him, so he pulled up his collar and tucked his wrists into his sleeves. Except for his slightly frowning brows, everything was calm and breezy. look.

The courtyard of Zhou Ziyu’s house is very large, and the seats are well placed. Zhao Jing’s table is in the corner, and Feng Wanlong’s table is at the main entrance of the main room. Therefore, I only know that the uncles are making noise, but they can’t hear clearly. in the content.

Zhou Ziyu tightly clenched the wine glass in his hand, and looked at Feng Wanlong with pleading eyes.

The man in front of him toasted his uncle again, then pushed his arm, motioning him to drink the wine in his hand.

Zhou Ziyu's face was flushed. Whenever he felt embarrassed, he would blush. Zhao Jing knew this very well.

He looked around, his father and mother were talking with his future in-laws in the main room, and his relatives were all holding chopsticks or talking and laughing, but no one noticed him.

His eyes passed through the small but seemingly crowded crowd, stopped for a moment on every familiar and unfamiliar face, and landed on Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jingzheng lowered his head and endured the discomfort on his body, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

At this moment, Zhou Ziyu hoped that Zhao Jing would look up, realize his predicament, and take him away from here.

Zhao Jing didn't look up, and Zhou Ziyu didn't wait any longer. He brought the wine cup to his lips, closed his eyes and took a sip.

"Cough cough cough-"

The drink at the banquet was distilled rice wine, which was purer than ordinary rice wine, but it was not too intoxicating, but it was a bit strong for people who had never drank.

Zhou Ziyu choked on the smell, and spilled the remaining half of the glass of wine on Feng Wanlong's chest.

Feng Wanlong brushed off the clothes on his chest, frowned and said in a low voice: "Why are you so careless? Forget it, forget it, stop drinking."

He put his empty wine glass in front of Zhou Ziyu, beckoning him to pour the wine.

Zhou Ziyu stretched his arms, walked around the mess on the table, reached the wine jar in the middle, and filled Feng Wanlong with wine.

An uncle next to him also pushed his empty wine cup here, and looked at Zhou Ziyu with a teasing smile on his face.

Feng Wanlong said loudly, "Pour the wine for Fourth Uncle quickly."

Zhou Ziyu didn't speak, and poured wine for fourth uncle.

The fourth uncle should be a little drunk, he pulled Zhou Ziyu's sleeve and said, "Why don't you know how to call someone?"

Zhou Ziyu retracted his arms and looked at Feng Wanlong.

Feng Wanlong got up slightly, pushed fourth uncle's hand away, and said to Zhou Ziyu, "Quickly call fourth uncle."

Zhou Ziyu said cautiously: "Not yet married."

An unknown uncle next to him said, "It's not like I'm going to lose a piece or two of meat."

The fourth uncle couldn't hold back his face anymore, Feng Wanlong pushed Zhou Ziyu's arm again, and said in a low voice, "Call someone."

Zhou Ziyu had no choice but to call "Fourth Uncle".

Now, the various uncles and uncles next to him were unwilling again, and asked Zhou Ziyu to pour wine for them and call for help.

Zhou Ziyu circled around, holding back his tears.

He had never served anyone before, and the wine was either full or spilled. Feng Wanlong just stared at him coldly, wondering what he was thinking.

Fourth Uncle caught a piece of meat, slipped his hand, and fell onto Zhou Ziyu's newly made clothes that were almost wrinkle-free.

He put the wine jar on the table, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, turned around and ran back to his side room.

"I can't get on the stage!"

The fourth uncle arched Feng Wanlong's arm, Feng Wanlong's face was ugly, he raised the wine cup and said, "Leave him alone, let's continue drinking."

As soon as Zhao Jing looked up, he saw Zhou Ziyu running into the house, and he knew that the man was crying just by raising his hands and clasping his shoulders.

Zhou Ziyu used to be a delicate baby, and when he cried, he curled up into a ball, which was extremely difficult to coax. Zhao Jingshen knew this.

Coincidentally, Yuan Xi had almost finished eating, and he hadn't congratulated Zhou Ziyu alone, but now that he saw him enter the house, he chased after him.

As soon as he entered the room, Yuan Xi heard a burst of deliberately suppressed crying, and saw Zhou Ziyu curled up at the foot of the bed, burying his head in sobs.

Yuan Xi ran over in a hurry, squatted beside him, and gently stroked his shoulder: "What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

Zhou Ziyu raised his head, his eyes were red enough to bleed, and even his whole face was red.

He shook his head: "It's okay."

Yuan Xi smelled the wine in his mouth, "Who gave you the drink?"

"Feng Wanlong, isn't it?"

Zhou Ziyu didn't speak, but put his head on Yuanxi's side shoulder, crying so hard.

At this time, the door opened again, Xiaoyue came in with a big chicken leg in one hand, saw both of them were on the ground, and asked, "Brother Yuanxi, brother Ziyu, what's wrong with you?"

She handed over the chicken legs in her hand, "My brother said, let me bring you the chicken legs."

Only Zhao Jing noticed that Zhou Ziyu hadn't bothered to eat today.

He asked Xiaoyue to deliver the chicken legs to avoid suspicion, and even sending it to Yuanxi was also to avoid suspicion.

Maybe it was because he was really hungry, or maybe it was because his personality changed when he grew up. This time, Zhou Ziyu was able to hold back his tears with only a chicken leg.

Yuan Xi also handed Zhou Ziyu his chicken leg, and said softly, "I'm full, I'll give you all to eat."

"Xiaoyue, stay here with Ziyu, I'll go out for a while."

Xiaoyue nodded obediently, and sat next to Zhou Ziyu.

Yuan Xi rolled up his sleeves, and rushed out of the room with an angry face.

"Feng, do you dare to fight for wine?"

The author says:

Move a small bench and push two advance receipts——

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① "I am Husband's Money Bag"——

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The beautiful and rich dude, the middle-aged man vs. the miserable, moneyless rascal;

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Yan Hanzhang lives in Taohua Lane, the most affluent place in the capital, and is a well-known playboy.

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There is a bridge across Peach Blossom Lane, which is Yuding Lane, where all the poor people live there are seven or eight holes in a piece of clothing and they have to wear it for several years.

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From a very young age, Yan Hanzhang always went to Yuding Lane, because Fang Lansong lived there.

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The two may have had a childhood sweetheart, but I don't remember.

In short, no one can understand anyone now.

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Relying on his wealth, Yan Hanzhang took Fang Lansong's tricks and married him back home.

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Since then, Fang Lansong has been looking forward to being widowed at a young age.

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The two of them are like fire and water, but they still do a lot of things on the bed.

There is no way, Yan Hanzhang is rich, and Fang Lansong, a prodigal son and troublemaker, often needs money.

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Yan Hanzhang told people that Fang Lansong was his obedient and clingy childhood sweetheart, and their relationship was sweeter than honey;

Fang Lansong told people that Yan Hanzhang was a prudish stinky dude, and (if he hadn't been rich) he would never be able to marry a wife in his life;

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Yan Hanzhang:

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Yesterday I had a new cup of tea;

Hired a cat this morning;

Tomorrow at noon, I received a message from the Han family to play polo and have a banquet;

You ask me how to arrange the day after tomorrow;

I said it depends on my Fang Lansong;

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Fang Lansong:

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Be sure to bring cash with you in the future;

Come to the government office to find your little husband;

Slow down;

impolite;

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"Everyday Theater"

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Fang Lansong: Yan Hanzhang, your uncle!

Yan Hanzhang: On the couch just now, who was crying for brother to spare?

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Yan Hanzhang: If you go out to fight again, I will give you laxatives!

Fang Lansong: Heh!let's go!Anyway, you are the one suffering...

Yan Hanzhang:? !

Fang Lansong: #v#

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Childhood sweetheart + Huanxi enemy + Marriage first and then love;

A story about falling in love with you in 365 days;

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② "Song Ci and General"——

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The slutty fairy suffers vs the crying little ghost attack;

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Song Ci is a Taoist priest, the kind who is half-hearted.

He keeps saying that he used to be a fairy, who knows, maybe;

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Ban Ban's full name is Xie Ban Ban, and he is a little ghost who has been dead for many years, but he has a demon pill of a thousand-year-old weasel spirit in his body, so he is considered a hybrid?

But what is certain is that he later became a very powerful Yin God;

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Daily life of Song Ci;

= install B;

+Bringing the little ghost to catch ghosts...oh no...it's to catch evil spirits;

+Wedding and funeral;

+ Keep pets;

+Find the lost memory of the said Giant Bull B;

+ The body of the greedy little ghost was eaten and wiped clean by the other party in a daze;

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so-so daily;

= Pretending to be a mortal and sticking to Song Ci;

+ Fake crying wrapped around Song Ci;

+Show muscles to tease Song Ci;

+ Eliminate evil spirits and protect Song Ci;

+ under the bed c Song Ci;

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Thank you so much everyone for your support——