Marry the real young master and his uncle [rebirth]

"Did you draw these manuscripts?" Liang Shouguo took a puff of cigarette, flipping through the manuscripts with deep eyes.

Fang Xingquan sat on the small bench and nodded, "Yes."

There is a big parasol above the head, and there is a lush tree above, and several tea mugs are placed on the dilapidated table, which is obviously a place for the workers to enjoy the shade.

A flash of nostalgia flashed in Fang Xingquan's eyes. The scorching sun baked the earth. It was really uncomfortable to work for a long time under such high temperature. Sweat often blurred his vision, and his eyes hurt from the heat. He looked up at the high-altitude shelf and remembered that he was on it once. Homework, almost fell due to heatstroke, but fortunately he grabbed the iron frame next to him in time.

"Let me ask my son." Liang Shouguo saw that Fang Xingquan's eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be able to fool people. However, his education level was low and he had suffered a lot, so he didn't dare to agree easily.

"You are welcome." Fang Xingquan's attitude is easy-going.

Liang Shouguo's son is 26 years old this year. He is a doctor of medicine and works in a hospital in the imperial capital. Liang Shouguo trusts him very much.

"Hey, Yixue, are you busy? Dad has something to ask you about."

Liang Shouguo made a phone call for about ten minutes, and walked towards Fang Xingquan with a serious expression, "Young man, I don't lack work right now, your drawing is pretty good..."

Fang Xingquan interrupted his polite refusal, stood up and said, "Uncle Liang, don't rush to give me an answer. This is my contact information. You can contact me when you need it."

He handed out a piece of paper with his contact information on it, obviously coming prepared, he didn't make much trouble, and said goodbye politely, "I won't disturb your work, goodbye."

Fang Xingquan's attitude was generous, mature and stable, which made Liang Shouguo stunned for a while, feeling a little bit uncomfortable in his heart.

Manly man, who doesn’t want to break out of the world, of course it’s impossible to say that he doesn’t have the intention to start a new business on his own, but he is middle-aged, with a lot of burdens on his shoulders, and he lacks the drive of his youth, he murmured : "Think again, think again."

It was expected that Fang Xingquan had a bad start. After all, Fang Xingquan had worked with Liang Shouguo in his previous life, so he knew his temperament and his concerns. However, because of this, Fang Xingquan also knew that it would be a matter of time before Liang Shouguo agreed.

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Fang Cong was discharged from the hospital today. Fang Xingquan didn't go to Xi Tingzhou's house. He walked towards Fang's house with a bag of fruit in his hand. After passing a fork in the road, he met Fang Hui's workmate, "Uncle Lei."

Seeing Fang Xingquan, Lao Lei smiled so much that he showed his yellow teeth, "Isn't this Xingquan? I heard from your father that you've been doing well recently."

While speaking, his eyeballs looked straight into Fang Xingquan's hand, and when he found that it was only a bag of oranges, his expression immediately collapsed.

Fang Xingquan rubbed the back of his head shyly, "No, no more than Uncle Lei, I often hear from my dad that you are possessed by a sparrow spirit, and you will win every bet."

His eyes were filled with admiration and were astonishingly bright. Lao Lei was in a good mood after being praised by him, and he began to boast.

Fang Xingquan was eager to move when he heard it, and asked cautiously: "Uncle Lei, can you teach me?"

He smiled a little embarrassedly, and lowered his voice: "Don't tell my dad that the girl I like is going to have her birthday soon, and I want to buy her a birthday present, and I need money in a hurry."

When Lao Lei heard this, he patted his shoulder wretchedly, "Don't worry, Uncle Lei understands, my hand is not easy to learn, it takes time to practice, and who knows how to play cards with children, you should find another way."

"Ah—" Fang Xingquan wailed in frustration, and said with annoyed face, "I still want to learn from others and go to 'Happy Hour' to make some money!"

Lao Lei narrowed his eyes and asked, "Isn't that a place for children to play?"

He had heard that Fang Xingquan had opened a store near their school. There were billiards, game consoles, dance machines, etc. They were all played by young people anyway. Many people went there. They were all items that cost money. Where can they make money?

Fang Xingquan shook his head, with a pure and calm expression, "Huh? I heard from my classmate and his brother that you can play cards in the back of the store, and there are all kinds of mahjong and poker. His brother and his friends went there once, played two hands and won a small one thousand. I'm so envious." .”

Lao Lei's eyes lit up when he heard that, he has been obsessed with going to the hair salon recently, and the money in his hand is soon running out, so he is thinking about where to get some money, and when he falls asleep, someone will give him a pillow.

"Xingquan, who else knows about this?"

Fang Xingquan replied obediently: "I just heard this morning that my classmate invited me to play. It's a pity that I can't play cards and I have to go to work."

He was full of regret, and after thinking about it, he said excitedly: "I'll go back and talk to my dad. He is better at poker than me. If he wins the money, maybe he can share some points with me!"

Lao Lei hurriedly stopped when he heard the words, "Don't say it, if your mother finds out, both of you father and son will lose their skins. Uncle Lei will take a look for you. If it is true, I will take your father there again."

Fang Xingquan's small face turned pale in an instant, he nodded his head with gratitude, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Lei."

Lao Lei comforted Fang Xingquan, feeling itchy, wishing he could show up at the door of "Happy Hour", and when he left, he didn't forget to grab two oranges that Fang Xingquan bought.

"Goodbye, Uncle Lei." Fang Xingquan stood on the spot and waved goodbye to Lao Lei. The figure gradually drifted away, the smile on his face disappeared, and a cold chill replaced it.

Fang Xingquan took the fruit and took out the key to open the door. Aunt Yu next door picked up his third-year son and greeted him warmly, "Xingquan is back."

"Well, hello Aunt Yu, Xiaoyun got out of school very early today." Fang Xingquan smiled gently.

Wu Yun wondered why Fang Xingquan smiled like a flower today, isn't his attitude usually cold?

His mother is the head of the building, and she often talks about the family's shortcomings at the dinner table. Wu Yun was forced to listen to a lot of gossip stories. The story is around.

Rumor has it that this fake young master Fang Xingquan is not very good-natured, ignorant, lazy, and far inferior to the real young master who grew up in a poor family.

Just as he was thinking about it, he was hit on the back of the head suddenly, "Can such a big person not call someone?"

Wu Yun leaned back tactically, suspecting that Fang Xingquan had lowered his head to his mother, his face was expressionless, just like the male protagonist in today's online dramas, unable to open his mouth, he mumbled: "Brother Fang."

Seeing his attitude, Aunt Yu's anger welled up in her heart. Fang Xingquan didn't take it seriously, and took out an orange and handed it to him, like the gentle brother next door in the legend, "It's getting late, Xiaoyun should be hungry, eat An orange to pad your stomach."

Wu Yun looked down at the yellow orange in his palm, recalling Fang Xingquan's smiling face, his cheeks couldn't help getting hot, why didn't he realize that there was such a good-looking brother living next door.

His mother is cooking in full swing in the kitchen, Wu Yun is secretly peeling oranges while sitting at the coffee table, the emotions of the second-year teenager come and go quickly, everyone has a love for beauty, and the little kid is no exception, he is good-looking The oranges given by my brother must be very sweet.

He suppressed his smile, carefully peeled off the skin, even tore off the white silk, and put it in his mouth beautifully.

--very sour! !

Wu Yun's facial features were wrinkled into a ball, and he almost spit it out.

What he didn't know was that Lao Lei, who was far away on the bus, burst into tears just like him.

Fang Xingquan was tricked into selling oranges!

Pushing open the door, Fang Cong was lying on the sofa, playing games like an old man, while Zhou Huiping was cooking soup in the kitchen.

Fang Xingquan pushed the door and entered, Fang Cong's eyes widened, and he roared viciously: "You still dare to come back!?"

Looking down, he noticed the orange in Fang Xingquan's hand, and swallowed greedily.

Fang Xingquan twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling coldly, "Orange, do you want to eat?"

The pain and suffocating despair invaded his body and mind, Fang Cong stared at Fang Xingquan in horror, kept stepping back, and sat on the ground, "No...don't, don't come here!"

Zhou Huiping hurried out when she heard the noise, "What happened?"

Fang Xingquan explained innocently and panickedly: "I don't know what happened, Cong Cong suddenly started yelling."

He worriedly suggested: "Has Cong Cong messed with something unclean..."

"Bah! You messed with something unclean! Nonsense!" Zhou Huiping cut off his words sharply.

Fang Xingquan bowed his head pitifully, "I'm just worried about Cong Cong, he's lost weight."

Although Fang Cong was a little thinner than before, Fang Cong was still fat and strong. Others would definitely not believe Fang Xingquan's words, but Zhou Huiping sincerely felt that Fang Cong had lost weight, and was making soup to make up for him.

"I'm sorry Xingquan, mom didn't mean to blame you, I was really scared by your brother." Zhou Huiping wiped away her tears, and then accused Fang Hui of being unable to find anyone all day long, no one to help her, she was really miserable, Fang Xingquan was already an adult Yes, you should be considerate of her.

Fang Hui happened to enter the door, and Zhou Huiping immediately diverted the fire and scolded him: "Where have you been fooling around again? You don't want to stay at home all day, do you still want to live? Your son is sick!"

Fang Hui lowered his head to change his shoes, hiding the panic in his eyes, "Where can I go? I don't go to work, so the whole family drinks northwest wind?"

They quarreled, basically Zhou Huiping output, Fang Hui was immediately scolded countless times, and then began to turn over old accounts, Zhou Huiping would throw things when she was excited, Fang Hui said that she was unreasonable and turned around and left.

Today was no different from usual, with Fang Hui slamming the door and leaving Zhou Huiping crying.

Fang Cong was still indulging in the fear given by Fang Xingquan, he didn't care about his mother, he hugged his game console and went back to the room to avoid Fang Xingquan.

Fang Xingquan looked at his back with the door closed, his eyes were cold.

On the other side, Fang Hui, who had had enough of the quarrels, was holding back his anger. In his opinion, the quarrel between Zhou Huiping and him was Zhou Huiping's unreasonable trouble, and he was absolutely right.

He intended to take a walk outside to relax and forget about the unhappiness at home, but when he looked up, he realized that he had actually walked into a hair salon.

He is a relatively honest man, and he is a little afraid of Zhou Huiping. The last time Lao Lei brought him here, he didn't dare to do anything. He just washed his hair, and he came a few times later. Last time, he went up to the second floor with others , and finally ran away in despair.

Fang Hui always had a line in his heart, and he felt that he couldn't step on it.

He raised his head, and a figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight. She was wearing a floral suspender dress and was brushing her freshly washed hair on the second floor. Noticing his sight, she raised her lips and smiled at him.

Fang Hui's heart was beating wildly, like a gust of cool wind blowing away the heat from his body, and it reappeared yesterday.

His legs walked over uncontrollably, and then he started to trot.

Zhou Huiping came out of Fang Cong's room with a sad face. Thinking of what Fang Xingquan said, she bit her lower lip and tasted a hint of rust. As if she had made up her mind, she took off her apron and hurried out.

Fang Xingquan enjoyed the carefully cooked soup at the end. He fed his stomach slowly, checked the time, packed up the trash and went out.

"Xingquan, is there no one in your house?" Aunt Yu couldn't help but go to the square dance at this time of the day every day, and she caught a glimpse of the darkness in Fang's house, and asked casually.

Fang Xingquan replied: "My mother has been away for a while."

Aunt Yu just heard the sound of arguing next door. It seemed that the quarrel was quite serious. No one could care about the child. "Xingquan, have you eaten yet?"

Fang Xingquan nodded, "I've eaten."

Aunt Yu looked at his thin face with suspicious eyes, smelled the smell of instant noodles, and frowned, "You are growing up, how can you eat instant noodles."

She grabbed Fang Xingquan's arm and led him into the house, "The ribs are roasted at home, you can eat whatever you want, and I will make something delicious for you tomorrow."

Fang Xingquan was so kind, he had to sit down at the dinner table. Wu Yun next to him did his homework well. His academic performance was among the best in the class, but this time the paper was more difficult, and it took him a long time to make one.

Noticing Fang Xingquan's gaze, Wu Yun thought of the sour orange and teased him unhappily: "Do you understand?"

"I heard that you didn't wait for the results of the college entrance examination and went directly to find a job. How stupid you are if you didn't even pass the college entrance examination."

Wu Yun has been smart since he was a child, and his academic performance is among the best, so he is somewhat arrogant.

He thought Fang Xingquan would be furious, but the other party's voice was calm, and he said flatly: "I made a mistake, the answer is A."

The author says:

I'm late for my friend's wedding