ruffian detective

But to Shen Yan's surprise, the Zhanjia's style was not as magnificent as he had imagined. From the dark black door to the well-designed interior buildings, everything reveals simplicity, elegance and low-key.

But simplicity does not mean simplicity. Just the clump of bluegrass in the flower garden in the yard is already very valuable. At least the last time Shen Yan saw this type of bluegrass, it was carefully raised by a professor who likes to be arty. In a dedicated flower shed, and only one plant was raised.

What would it be like if someone simply planted a large bush of the beloved thing that he knew that he cared for it with all his heart and sometimes used it to show off.

Shen Yan thought about it, and couldn't help laughing.

When Zhan Feng saw his smiling face, he couldn't help showing some surprise: "What are you laughing at?"

Shen Yan restrained his expression, and looked into his eyes seriously: "I just found that I really seem to have met an incredible young master, and I was overjoyed to hug such a thick thigh by accident."

Zhan Feng elbowed him: "Did you hurt me?"

Shen Yan spread his hands, noncommittal, with a "so what?" expression on his face.

Zhan Feng pointed at him helplessly, and before he could say anything, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked up to them and bent over them: "Young Master, Young Master Shen."

Of course, this was the first time for Shen Yan to come to Zhanjia, but the other party called him by his name without any introduction at all.

It seems that staying by Zhan Feng's side is really conducive to increasing his popularity.

"Hello." Shen Yan hurriedly returned the salute.

"My surname is Cui, and I'm the butler of Young Master Zhan's family. Young Master Shen can come to me for anything you need." Butler Cui said with a pleasant smile.

In a modern society where interpersonal relationships are relatively normal, even though Shen Yan is as calm as Shen Yan, it is still a little uncomfortable to hear the housekeeper talk about Young Master Shen.

But he still tried his best to hide the awkwardness, and returned a smiling face to Mr. Butler: "Butler Cui is polite, just call me Shen Yan."

"Then how..."

Steward Cui still wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Zhan Feng raising his hand: "It's alright, alright, Uncle Cui, I know the way at my own house, so you can go and do your own thing first."

"But Master..."

"The old man is waiting for me, right? I understand!" Zhan Feng waved his hand impatiently.

Xu Shi had already gotten used to his attitude, and the butler said something to Shen Yan, and then obediently withdrew.

Before he could go far, Zhan Feng curled his lips at Shen Yan dejectedly: "What age is it, and you still play like a young master all day long, feudal dross! Why do you think my old man likes this?"

The situation just now was really too funny, Shen Yan smiled, and lightly parted his thin lips: "Then you say that Master Zhan is a feudal remnant?"

Zhan Feng gave him a hard look: "Don't think that I really dare not beat you."

Shen Yan opened his arms generously: "Come on, I'm just worried that I have no reason to touch porcelain."

I don't know if Shen Yan himself realized that he who was so guarded back then could joke around with this person freely.

However, Zhan Feng didn't realize what was wrong, and just patted him on the shoulder: "You think well, I will never give you this chance."

While talking, the two of them had already entered the living room.

The interior decoration inherits the overall style of the yard, without the sparkle as Shen Yan imagined, but whether it is the appropriately mottled old staircase or the small oil painting hanging on the wall without overwhelming the host, they all seem to show the owner's elegant taste.

There were two people sitting on the sofa in the living room. The man looked around sixty, but he was hale and hearty, his eyes were piercing, and the outline of his eyebrows was really similar to Zhan Feng's. Needless to say, he must be his father.

Sitting next to his father was a petite woman. She was naturally beautiful, but the most important thing was the gentle temperament exuding from her body. Just looking at it like this made people feel peaceful.

Hearing their footsteps, the two people who were talking with their heads down immediately turned their heads.

The woman immediately raised a smiling face and stood up: "Come back, this is your friend Shen Yan from the police force?"

Shen Yan, whose name was called, immediately stood at attention: "Sister Zhan, hello Uncle Zhan."

The woman whom he called Sister Zhan was stunned for a moment, exchanged a glance with Mr. Zhan, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zhan Feng slapped him on the head: "Brat, you are taking advantage of me!"

The woman held back her smile and said, "Xiao Shen can talk, unlike you, he knows how to get into trouble all day long."

As she said that, she turned her gaze to Shen Yan again: "I'm still a big sister, I'm Zhan Feng's mother. Speaking of which, we are still from the same family, and my surname is Shen. You can call me Aunt Shen."

How could Shen Yan be such a smooth-talking person? Zhan's mother really took good care of her. She seemed to be in her early forties at most. How could he have thought that Zhan Feng would have such a young mother.

But after being pointed out and looking at it, the couple standing in front of them seemed to have a good temperament, um... except that the face of Mr. Zhan, who he could tell his actual age, was a little stiff.

Shen Yan touched his nose in embarrassment: "Aunt Shen, I'm really sorry, you...you are too young."

Zhan Feng squinted at him: "Why didn't I realize that you are so good at flattering before?"

Old Master Zhan reached out and tapped him on the head: "Then you mean your mother is not young?"

Zhan Feng didn't expect to lift a rock and hit his own foot this time, he looked at his mother reproachfully, and immediately changed his painting style cleverly: "How is it possible, let me just say, Xiao Shen's vision is really good. "

Shen Yan smiled and added fuel to the fire: "Thank you for the compliment."

Zhan Feng surreptitiously stabbed him in the waist, then changed the subject: "Dad, you haven't said anything yet, why did you come back to me?"

Facing him, Mr. Zhan obviously didn't have the kindness he had when facing Shen Yanshi.He frowned, and his expression looked more like Zhan Feng's imagination: "What could be the matter? You just know that you are busy all day long, and it is difficult for your mother to see you. It's time to eat dinner." Let's eat and stay together first, and talk about other big things tomorrow."

It doesn't sound like it's really all right.

But in front of Shen Yan, I believe it's not convenient for them to talk about something.

After Mr. Zhan taught his son a lesson, he immediately became more pleasant to the guest: "Xiao Shen is also staying with me. I am so tired of investigating cases all day, so I can take a good rest here."

Zhan's mother hurriedly said, "Yes, treat this place as your own home, and ask Zhan Feng to do what you need."

Zhan Feng: "..."

Shen Yan narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Thank you uncle and aunt, then I will stop bothering you."