I'm working hard today too

Favorability increased by 10%, current favorability is 45%]

886 lamented that the brushing of favorability was a little too smooth?It's only been more than a month and the favorability is over half. At this rate, wouldn't it be easy to complete the task?

886 also thought about it. It knew that the favorability level would not enter the difficult stage until it passed 50%.Having worked on the system for so long, it still has experience in this regard.However, according to this speed, compared with the first world, this scumbag is still a good strategy, and it will not require Long Yan to spend a lot of energy and time.

It may be because Song Ningke is young and has always been favored by others. She doesn't have any elusive thoughts. The host of her family is still a master with superb acting skills, and the quick strategy is also reasonable.

Song Jianzhuang, who was neglected at the side, squinted his eyes to watch this scene of deep love between master and servant. He found it annoying no matter how he looked at it, and he didn't realize that the hand holding the dog loosened a few times.

This little guy named Zuo Ji is not cute at all at this time, and is a bit irritating.

As for why he felt angry, Song Jianzhuang himself couldn't say why.

When Long Yan turned around, he saw that the leash in the man's hand had fallen onto the lawn at some point, and the dog was still staring at Song Ningke covetously.

If it wasn't for a certain big evil dragon sticking around here, the dog would have rushed over and bit Song Ningke long ago before he knew he was going to give up.

【He wants to let the dog bite you. 】

886 took the opportunity to make trouble.

"Mr. Song, your dog is still on a leash. It's not appropriate to hurt someone after all."

Song Jianzhuang saw the boy walking towards him, picked up the leash and handed it to him.

"Sorry." Song Jianzhuang stretched out his hand to squeeze Long Yan's delicate palm, and he was even reluctant to let go, causing Long Yan's eyebrows to tremble.

No one saw that Rhubarb standing next to the two of them was more awkward than before, even more cowardly than Song Ningke was before.

This is because it was affected by the evil spirit emitted by Long Yan because of his unhappiness. It can be seen that this dog is also spiritual.

The flaws shown by the young man made Song Jianzhuang smile slightly. While his nephew was still in a state of distraction, he approached him, lowered his head and asked in a low voice next to the young man's ear: "Little guy, you seem to have grown taller? Did you increase your height with a pad? Excited?"

Fantasizing about how irritable and caring about the height problem after the other party went back that day, Song Jianzhuang immediately felt extremely cute, and wanted to hug him over and rub his head.

In a sense, Young Master Long, who had been poked in a sore spot, thumped in his heart, and viciously wrote down the account.

"Laugh again, and you'll wash your neck and wait to die."

These words were said by Long Xing to 886 who laughed like a dog in his mind.

[Don't worry, I poof——I'm not laughing anymore. 】

After speaking, 886 immediately blocked Long Yan, laughing until his stomach ached in the system operating space.

During this leisurely month or so, the unreliable 886 finally knew to connect the fifth prince and Song Jianzhuang, so now it is very much expecting that Song Jianzhuang will be the character that the vicious fifth prince will enter. Even more exciting than now.

"Mr. Song, don't you know? I'm still in the bone development stage." Long Xiaoye calmly withdrew his hand that was mopped up, and then smiled a fake gentleman, "I wish you a happy day."

Watching Long Yan who escorted Song Ningke back, Song Jianzhuang smiled and thought: The more you look at it, the more likable you are.

In Jianzhuang of Song Dynasty, Long Yan was just an interesting little boy. Facing this interesting little boy, he, an old man who had no fun all the year round, could not help but have unprecedented bad tastes.

At present, he treats him as the teasing of the elders to the children at best, at least Song Jianzhuang himself thinks so now.

"Rhubarb, don't be so cowardly in front of that little guy from now on, it's okay to scare him, remember not to really bite."

The desperate Song Jianzhuang tried to get Rhubarb to intimidate Long Yan, making him look scared, and it would be best if he was so scared that he hid in his arms so that he could tease him.

He didn't know that from the day he was born, our little dragon has been a little evil dragon who is fearless and wants to swallow everyone he sees.

Except for others who tremble with fear when they see him, Young Master Long has never really been afraid of anyone. There are only two people who can barely restrain him. To be precise, they are a cruel white tiger and a stinky phoenix.

The weak Rhubarb let out a low cry, which was a response to Song Jianzhuang.

You'd better do it yourself, don't pull me to death, I still want to enjoy my old age. ,

Chapter 26

The morning of the third day of moving to a new home.

Long Yan dragged a big fluffy and snow-white dog for a walk on the spacious road with a blank face, and Song Ningke, a scumbag walking in small steps, was behind him.

Where did this dog come from?

The slag was entrusted by a friend to get it.

Because he wanted to win Song Jianzhuang's favor, this girl just gritted her teeth and closed her eyes to get a dog that is fairly docile. The action is a small step, and now the other party is in a state of complete retreat. After all, he dare not even touch it, even more Forget about raising.

All matters related to the dog were left to Long Yan as the deacon. He repeatedly told Long Yan to take good care of the dog and never let the dog get close to him.

"Zuo Ji, you must hold it well." Song Ningke followed Long Yan and reminded weakly. He said it no less than five times during the two 300-meter journey, and his eyes were fixed on the deacon's hand from the beginning to the end. A dog, for fear that a dog who is not paying attention will jump towards him.

Song Ningke didn't know what was wrong with her yesterday. She was repeatedly recalling how she was frightened and stupid in front of her third uncle. She was ashamed and angry. As soon as her head got hot, she asked the deacon to get what he was most afraid of. She wanted to say that she should try her best to overcome it. Fear, after successfully overcoming it, he can also use the friendly interaction between the dogs to strengthen the intimacy between him and the third uncle.

But now he regrets it.

"Master, it's fine, it's very docile." Long Yan stopped, and grabbed the big white dog who was wagging its tail happily because he was going out. When the dog squatted down, Long Yan smiled and patted the dog's fluffy head.

The smiling angel Samoyed is very cute.

The smile in Long Yan's eyes was a little more sincere.If he hadn't lost his memory, Xiao Long, who lives day and night, would never be able to imagine that he would show his so-called "human flavor" one day.

"Look, how cute." Long Yan knelt down, tugged at the dog's cheeks, and smiled at Zha Shou himself.

The original owner was too boring before, and never took the initiative to interact with Zha Shou, which made Zha Shou very annoying to him.If everything had to be based on the original character, it would take a year or two for Long Yan to conquer Zha Shou, so he had to change his route a little and take the initiative to attack within a reasonable range.

A dog and a person are cute when they smile.

[Di!The favorability of scumbags increases by 5%, and the current favorability is 50%. 】

As soon as this reminder came out, Master Long's smile was full of complacency that others couldn't see.

Song Ningke turned her head and coughed slightly unnaturally. "You... just hold it."

The breeze blew over the young man's slightly curly hair, and the warm light in the morning shone on his fair and small ears, showing a sense of transparency, and a faint pink smell could be seen in them, which was really beautiful.

what happened?Why has he started to find this annoying deacon more and more pleasing to the eye recently?

Actually...To be honest, Zuo Ji looks pretty good, why didn't he notice it before?

At the same time, a low and cold hum sounded from the balcony on the second floor somewhere. Uncle Song, who was observing secretly here, put down the binoculars in his hand, picked up the dessert piled up on the coffee table next to him, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew unhappily.

To be able to smile so nicely at that troublemaker, to him is an unhappy look of holding back his anger.

Does the position of this differential treatment have to be swapped?

"Rhubarb, let's go."

Rhubarb, who was lying lazily on the floor, heard the words, and glanced at the sour master, still not moving.

"I'll go on a blind date for you."

Abandoning these words, Song Jianzhuang glanced at the mirror embedded in the wall when he passed by the bedroom, and felt that the clothes on his body were too dull, so he turned around and rummaged through the cloakroom for clothes that could make him look younger, and finally managed to find a set of casual loose clothes. T-shirt.

In the past few years, he has been wearing more formal clothes, and he completely forgot when he bought the clothes.

To make sure he had a little sense of youth, Uncle Song led Rhubarb, whose tail was flying, out.

Here, Song Ningke, who was steaming on his face, temporarily forgot that he and the deacon went out for a walk with the dog in order to have a chance encounter with his third uncle, and then use the dog to start the conversation to increase intimacy.

He was very attentive and walked with the deacon for a long time.

The deacon holding the dog leash would occasionally look back at him with a gentle smile, making Song Ningke get a little closer without knowing it. When he regained consciousness, he would walk side by side with the deacon.

"Here."

Stopping in front of a large lawn, Long Yan bent down, and took out dog snacks to reward the dog who had been walking with him for a long time.

Long Yan noticed Zha Shou's expression of wanting to try but not daring, and asked, "Do you want to try, Master?"

Song Ningke and the well-behaved dog looked at each other, staring at him with round eyes, and didn't bark, as if they didn't seem to be threatening at all.

"Master, give me your hand."

Long Yan stretched out his hand to the hesitant Zha Shou, and after waiting for about five seconds, a fair hand was placed on his black-gloved palm. When the other party wanted to take it back, Long Yan gently pinched it.

"Just give it a try. If it doesn't work, you don't have to force it, after all, everyone has something to be afraid of." While speaking, the young man led the young man's hand towards the Samoyed who was wagging his tail.

When the fingertips touched the tip of the dog's ears, Song Ningke couldn't help pulling her fingers back, and at the same time subconsciously looked towards the deacon. When he saw the deacon's encouraging smile, he mustered up the courage to try to touch it again.

Very soft and fluffy.

This Samoyed seems to love to be touched by people, and it raises its head to lick Song Ningke to express its closeness to him.

"Wang! Wang! Wang!"

A dog barked from behind, and Song Ningke, who put down his defenses a little, froze in place again, his hand was still held by Long Yan, gave him a dose of tranquilizer, and leaned against the deacon with his relatively petite body.

This is his deacon, who has the duty to protect him, so it's normal to rely on him a little bit.

Song Ningke gave reasonable excuses for her submissive behavior.

Noticing the small detail of Zha Shou's initiative to get close, Long Yan lowered his eyes and stroked the sharper tooth with the tip of his tongue, feeling extremely happy.

He seems to be one step closer to success.

Come on, the more you rely on, the better, fall in love with the honey that my master gave you, and under this honey, there is a sharp knife that my master gave you as a gift.

The arrogant rhubarb barked Kehuan along the way, this time it was not Song Ningke, but the dog in Long Yan's hand.

The two dogs stood together and compared, Rhubarb is a typical hooligan dog, and Samoyed is a helpless and poor girl from a good family.

The rhubarb barked, not to express viciousness, but to show affection to this beautiful little angel. The little angel leaned towards Long Yan's feet, ignoring the big yellow dog at all.

"Rhubarb, you need to know how to be reserved, too active and no dog loves you." Song Jianzhuang pulled the dog's leash to signal Rhubarb to be quiet, and if they quarreled again, the little guy would say that he couldn't teach the dog well.

Song Ningke realized her purpose later, swallowed, clenched her fingers to cheer herself up, came out from behind Long Yan, and called Third Uncle.

He can no longer present his bad side to third uncle, no matter how afraid he is.

Song Jianzhuang nodded casually in response, and then looked at the dog in Long Yan's hand. "Aren't you afraid of dogs? Why do you have one?"

It is a very irresponsible behavior for dogs to get a dog just to please him.

Song Jianzhuang is not a fool, he will not naively think that this nephew moved here is just a coincidence, it must be for him.It's just that Song Jianzhuang hasn't guessed that Song Ningke has that kind of affection for him for the time being, and thinks that the other party is deliberately approaching him after being instructed by his family.

Who caused Song Ningke's father's company to have some problems recently. These seemingly small problems hide a big hidden danger. If they are not handled properly, they may go bankrupt at any time.

Song Ningke's father once came to Song Jianzhuang, and wanted to use the Song family relationship to seek help. Unexpectedly, the old fox Song Jianzhuang beat him a lot of Tai Chi, and finally returned empty-handed.

Song Jianzhuang is not a philanthropist, and he will definitely not do [-]% loss-making business. For the family, Song Ningke's company is a burden. He cannot sacrifice the interests of most people to save a hot potato that is in danger.

What's more, the intimacy between Song Ningke's family and the main family is not enough for him to make a move.

"I want to try to overcome my fear. After all, members of the Song family should not be afraid of a mere dog," Song Ningke explained.He is not lying, it's just that the purpose below is not pure.

"It's just a dog." Song Jianzhuang chewed on the words inexplicably.

Song Ningke realized that she had said the wrong thing, and wanted to say something to make it up, but Da Huang, who was busy picking up girls, noticed him suddenly, and began to bark at him very clearly. Song Ningke was so scared that she couldn't get out a word, so she had to move on to the Long Yan looked for a sense of security behind him.

This scene fell into the eyes of Song Jianzhuang, who held the dog's leash calmly.

what to do?He suddenly wanted to let go of the rope and let Da Huang get his wish.

"What's its name?"

A few seconds later, I saw the man squatting down on the spot, reaching out to pet the overly well-behaved big white dog. It looks really cute, and standing with a cute person looks even cuter.

After tidying up her mood, Song Ningke hesitated and probed, "I didn't name it, why don't my third uncle choose one for him?"

He has always been unpredictable about third uncle's mind, and he has no idea what to do to make him like him a little bit.

Hearing this, Long Yan had an ominous premonition.

"That's Xiaobai."

Sure enough, it was a very perfunctory name when it was exported.

"Do you like this name? Xiaobai?"

Song Jianzhuang really likes fluffy animals, and now he rubs them violently at Xiaobai, which makes Long Yan want to slap the claws off.

What are you rubbing!My dog's hair was rubbed off by you.

Rhubarb next to him was envious of this interaction, he also wanted to touch such a white plush.

The sights of a person and a dog inevitably converged at a certain moment. Long Yan looked at it because he found that Song Jianzhuang was busy walking the dog but lost the rope, and Da Huang saw him because he felt a chill.

I don't know why, but when it saw this young man who looked weak at first sight, it panicked and its legs became limp.

The cowardly Rhubarb lingers around the empathetic master to find a sense of security. Song Jianzhuang thinks it is urging the blind date that he talked about before, so he starts to sell his local tyrant dog to the more introverted Xiaobai in a nonchalant manner.

"Xiaobai, this is my handsome and rich rhubarb, do you like it?"

"Wow, woof, woof!" Rhubarb immediately forgot about the threat of Longzhang, and wagged his tail in excitement, introducing to Xiaobai that he has a lot of snacks and toys, and everyone can play happily together.

If it's a dog that follows its owner, it's not serious.

It was the first time for Song Ningke to see such an easy-going third uncle, she couldn't help being dumbfounded, seeing that the third uncle liked this dog so much, he took a step forward, still very close to Longzhang, so that he could catch him in case of an accident deacon, let him protect him.

"If Rhubarb likes Xiaobai, I can often take it to find Rhubarb. They will have a good time getting along with each other."

Song Ningke didn't know how many times she said something against her will.He can still try to accept Xiaobai, after all, he is very obedient and basically doesn't like to bark. This rhubarb is vicious, and every time he sees him barking wildly, it can frighten him into a daze every time, and he dare not touch it at all.

This offer has both advantages and disadvantages for someone.

Song Jianzhuang picked up the dog leash, stood up, and casually asked, "Aren't you going to school in two days? It's better to focus on your studies."

"It's okay, I can let Zuo Ji sneak into Xiaobai." Song Ning Keba had no choice but to show up by himself, so he could use the dog to establish some friendly contacts with his third uncle.

Song Jianzhuang pretended to be hesitant, but smiled like an old fox in his heart. "I'm afraid it's too much trouble for you, the deacon. After all, his job is to take care of you. Didn't you just bring him with you when you moved?"

Unexpectedly, the third uncle would pay attention to him and only brought Zuo Ji to his new home. Song Ningke was a little happy, and quickly replied: "I don't need him to take care of me while I am in school, and I have been picking suitable drivers and cooks, and some maids these days. He doesn’t need to do anything, so he can take care of Xiaobai and Dahuang, which happens to be able to share the dog’s problems for Uncle San, so you can do other things.”

There was a reason why Song Ningke only brought Zuo Ji with him. It was very annoying for someone to look at him, and he didn't want to be watched by a bunch of servants that his parents used various methods to force them over.

There is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before him, and he can choose to ignore these problems.When he doesn't go to school on weekends, he can let Zuo Ji take the two dogs out for a walk, then he can spend more time with third uncle.

"If you don't find it, I happen to have someone here." Song Jianzhuang didn't have good intentions, and there was a reason for such an arrangement.

Song Ningke was flattered and would naturally accept it. "Then I will trouble you, third uncle."

The uncle and nephew said a few words and directly demoted Long Yan, who was a deacon, to take care of the two dogs.

Young Master Long really didn't know whether he should be happy that he didn't have to wait on the scum all the time, or he should be upset that he was reduced to working for Gouzi.

"After you settle things, let him come over on the first day of school. Rhubarb is very naughty, and you may need to trouble your deacon all day, so I can go to work on other things."

Song Jianzhuang continued to maintain a nonchalant attitude.

Long Yan, who was silent, saw Song Jianzhuang say "something else", and gave him a meaningful look before turning his eyes elsewhere.

An ominous premonition appeared in his heart again.

Don't tell him that he is the so-called "other".

[That must be the case. 】

886 came out to create a sense of presence.

Another third morning.

When Zha Shou took the car arranged by Song Jianzhuang to go to school, Long Yan took Xiao Bai, a beautiful and delicate girl from his family, to the road where he was forced to serve the little ruffian Rhubarb.

The whole process was smooth and unobstructed. It should be the owner who greeted him early.

In the spacious and clear open-air swimming pool, a male figure broke through the water.

Seeing the figure of the young man and the dog walking towards him, the man walked ashore from the swimming pool without hiding his smile, and walked to Long Yan's side with his long legs.

"coming."

Young Master Long's eyes have been fixed on those legs since the moment Song Jianzhuang came out of the water.

Another pair of great legs.

Wait, why did he say another word?Have you seen the same before?

Young Master Long, whose memory of most of the first world has been blurred, can't remember that he once spent a whole world with a single person. He was slightly puzzled and stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, he has forgotten a lot of things, and this is not bad, if you can't remember it, just don't think about it.

For the sake of these legs, he reluctantly forgave this man for molesting him because of his height.

Anyway, sooner or later he will be equal to him.

"Mr. Song, good morning."

The young man placed one hand on his chest, nodded and saluted slightly.

For a moment, Song Jianzhuang wished that this person would greet him every morning when he woke up, preferably on the bed.

He has been a vegetarian for more than 30 years, and he is probably crazy about wanting to eat meat.Otherwise, how could he have some subtle impulses towards this kid who has only met a few times?

What does it feel like to be oppressed, he actually wants to explore with people.I haven't been able to find a satisfactory one before, but now, maybe I have found it.

As for other issues of suitability, he has never been in the scope of his consideration. If he likes it, he will try his best to get it around, it's that simple.

"It's early for you too."

The two looked at each other and smiled, neither of them knew what the other was thinking at the moment. ,

Chapter 27

Song Jianzhuang is indeed a middle-aged man in his thirties, and his daily life can be said to be extremely boring and boring.

Either sit on the terrace and drink tea, or take a leisurely walk with the dog, or set up an easel to draw in the courtyard, or put on a straw hat and squat in the sun, taking care of the flowers and plants that you plant.

All it takes is to play chess, raise a bird, listen to a little song, and completely enter the life of old age health preservation.

I feel that he is a typical person who lives in his own world. He only likes to tinker with things he loves. Occasionally, someone will come to the house and he will send them away without talking. There are not many servants in this big villa. It's too cold.

The above are Long Yan's impressions of Song Jianzhuang in the past month.

He was standing in front of the flower bed and yawning in the setting sun, his little white was lying beside him, and a rogue big yellow dog kept leaning on him, and the big yellow dog would occasionally look up. The young man dressed as a strict deacon seemed to be probing his face so that he could slip away immediately if something was wrong.

He is obviously a big silly dog, sometimes he is as smart as a human.

On the surface, Long Yan was assigned by Zha Shou to take care of the two dogs, but in practice, he revolved around Song Jianzhuang every day.

No, he's currently working as a model for someone.

Long Xiaoye is very rough, he has no artistic talent at all, he thinks painting is boring and a waste of time, but someone Song loves so much, he pulls him to paint here and there every now and then.

All he had to do was boldly take off his clothes and do a body art painting.

But I have to say that Song Jianzhuang, who is concentrating on doing things, looks strangely attractive, which can slightly reduce Long Yan's impatience.

Not long after, someone Song put down his paintbrush, and waved to the wandering youth with hands stained with various paints. "Draw it, let's see if you like it."

Long Yan walked over and glanced at it copiously. To be honest, Song Jianzhuang's paintings are really good. He will not transfer what he sees to the painting paper as it is, but will make bold changes in color.It can be seen that he has a strong sense of color. Many colors can appear on a piece of drawing paper, but they are not dazzling. It will give people a very amazing feeling at first glance.

"Like it?" Song Jianzhuang wanted to ask for a compliment.

"It's okay." Good-looking is good-looking, but if you watch too much, you will get visual fatigue, especially when you are always being used as a model.

"I also think it's okay." After receiving such a perfunctory evaluation, the calm Song Jianzhuang rolled up the drawing paper and carefully put it into the painting tube.

In fact, he seldom draws people. Since he learned painting from Mr. Zhuang Jiazhuang on a whim in high school, he has always painted landscapes, and he is best at landscapes. He only wants to practice figures after doing some basic exercises. For painting portraits Always a lack of interest.

He wanted to paint this young man simply because he liked it, and suddenly he had the urge to keep him on the drawing paper, and he fell in love with it while painting, and he was not even satisfied with it.

The man's gaze then fell on the young man's docile clothes, turning up and down, gradually becoming more meaningful.

He feels that his body is not good enough, and if possible, he still wants to strengthen his practice a little.

I don't know when I can say these words naturally. If I want to say it, what expression will this little guy put on?

After fantasizing for a while, Song Jianzhuang couldn't help but bend his eyes and smile.

This sullen old man obviously missed an opportunity. If he dares to say this, our Young Master Long might dare to study body art with him.

Whoever made Long Yan like the unreserved kind.

"Zuo Ji, you seem to have grown taller again?"

When Song Jianzhuang stood up, he noticed that the people around him seemed to be equal to him.If he remembered correctly, this little guy wasn't that tall more than two months ago. At that time, he had to bend his neck to touch his ears, and secretly enjoyed the fun of molesting.

Long Yan smiled, but said nothing.

Song Jianzhuang narrowed his eyes and raised his lips, "Inner heightening?"

After all, no matter how it develops, it cannot be so fast.

Someone Long continued to smile. "Mr. Song, you are overthinking."

It is impossible for him to use Nei Zengao's self-deceiving method that treats the symptoms but not the root cause.If one day someone finds out that he will slap him in the face until it hurts, he will never let himself fall into that embarrassing situation.

"Take it off and take a look?" Seeing him like this, Song Jianzhuang couldn't help talking.

Can you tell me if this person can chat?

After speaking, Song Jianzhuang finally felt something was wrong.If this is true, if it makes the little guy unhappy, wouldn't he have to coax him?It's not that I don't want to be coaxed, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to coax them back.

Before this heart can be grasped, people run away because of his speechless mouth, and when the time comes, he won't even cry.

Long Yan, who was suspected of cheating, took off his shoes quickly, and then stood in front of Song Jianzhuang to prove his real height.Because of his proximity, the two faces were at a subtle distance, and they could almost feel each other's breath intertwined.

"Do you believe it?"

Song Jianzhuang heard the young man asking him in a crisp voice.

"Of course I do."

Song Jianzhuang, who was thinking about other places, couldn't help but move forward, seeing that he could shamelessly unfold the plot of accidentally popping a bite, taking advantage of it, but unexpectedly a big yellow dog who was chasing girls suddenly barked wildly.

The cry signified the arrival of someone who was an eyesore.

The opportunity quickly slipped away, and Uncle Song, who had made no real progress, sighed in his heart, regretfully put away his pitiful little expectations, and returned to his usual unpredictable old man's calm face.

Long Yan bent over to put on his shoes, and brushed someone's tight lips before leaving.

Did this person just want to come over and have a boo with him?

He doesn't hate Song Jianzhuang, and he doesn't subconsciously reject this kind of proactive behavior. Whoever tells him he likes the proactive and sao one.As far as the legs he saw before, if Song Jianzhuang dared to jump over, he could press the person as deeply as he dared.

But there is a voice deep in his heart that will come out from time to time to remind him that he can't just touch anyone before he is sure about something.

"Zuo Ji—"

Song Ningke, who came here, didn't see the scene just now. His attention was all on the barking big yellow dog. His face turned pale, and he couldn't help calling out the name of his deacon. The deacon's face flashed past.

I don't know when it started, the person in his mind changed from only Sanshuwai to one more Zuoji, and the proportion of the other party was increasing.

As soon as Long Yan came over, Rhubarb, who was overbearing, disappeared immediately.

[Di!Zha Shou's favorability increased by 5%, and the current favorability is 68%.Reminder, the remaining 12% can start the next stage~]

886 said he was very happy.

This little idiot scum is really good at strategy, which is completely different from Cao Mingyu in the first world. His favorability is difficult to increase as he goes deeper into the strategy, while Song Ningke's favorability is easier to increase as he goes deeper into the strategy.

Now Long Yan's occasional words, actions, and glances can make the other party's emotions fluctuate, thereby increasing his favorability. 886 estimated that by the end of next month, the still too young scumbag should be taken down.

886 is not worried about the problem of Zha Shou now, but is very worried about the problem between Long Yan and the fifth prince.

The fifth prince who lost his memory couldn't capture the host of Longzhang for so long. When the mission is over, the host of Longzhang will [-]% abandon the scumbag and run back to his original family to be a young master every day. All those who scrambled for power and profit were shot down, and he himself took the position of the head of the family.

At that time, the host of Longzhang, who was obsessed with new fun, would probably not consider any relationship issues, maybe the type of flirtatiousness he liked would be indispensable around him. How could he still look up to the fifth prince who was a calm old man at that time?

"Master, you have worked hard today too."

Long Yan raised his hand to take the schoolbag handed over by the young man. The young man responded, stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the deacon's clothes, and followed him towards the gazebo where Song Jianzhuang was located.

Because there is a deacon escorting him, a certain big yellow dog would not dare to make mistakes, and he trusts him in this regard.

Song Jianzhuang casually asked his nephew who came uninvited, "After school?"

At this time, he had already sat back to his original position, turning the paintbrush in his hand, feeling very upset about the scene he had just seen.

He figured it out, the recruiter was full of eyes only for his nephew, who was nothing special.

It depends on strength, appearance and brains, how can he be worse than this brat troublemaker?Is it because he is too old, he dislikes him for being old, and he can't chew it?It's not too old, and the older it is, the more delicious it tastes. Why can't the little guy understand this?

"Third Uncle was painting just now?" Song Ningke noticed the pile of paint.

Because of having his own deacon as an intermediary, he had a lot of contacts with his third uncle during this period, and he talked more than he did in the previous year.

Song Jianzhuang responded with a nasal cavity.

"Can the third uncle teach me?" Song Ningke grabbed the deacon's arm behind her back, trying to gain strength from him.

After receiving an encouraging smile from the other party, he plucked up the courage to continue explaining, "Because the elective course includes painting, I haven't drawn much before, and I'm a little worried that I won't pass the exam."

The private high school he attended had elective courses. Painting, music, riding, cooking, etc. were all counted as electives, and there was a prescribed passing mark. All students had to choose one of them every semester to enrich themselves.

"I will pay the tuition fee." Afraid that Song Jianzhuang would not agree, the boy continued to add.

How could Song Jianzhuang be short of that much money?What he wanted was afraid that this nephew would not give up, and someone would not willingly come to him.

"Tuition is not necessary. If you want to learn, you have to buy good painting materials."

Song Jianzhuang put away his painting tools and wiped off the dirty paint on his palms with a towel.

"I'm just afraid that you are impatient and don't want to draw with just one or two strokes, but you are afraid of offending me, so you are reluctant to continue learning. In that case, it's better to spend money to find a teacher at the beginning. It’s just a class, there’s no need to be multi-professional in painting.”

"I won't!" Song Ningke felt that there was something going on, and quickly promised that she would definitely study it seriously.

A certain old fox pressed down the corners of its lips that were about to turn up, and continued to guide the boy. "Everyone will say that learning from me is different from learning from school. No one will improve with you and you will not be competitive. Maybe you will be motivated in the first few days, but I am afraid that the more you learn, the more boring you will be."

"Let Zuo Ji go together." Song Ningke didn't think much about it. "We will learn from you together."

This scumbag is just stupid.

Long Yan, who was silent, listened to the conversation between the two, and he understood what Song was thinking.This guy is not worried that Zha Shou will learn to be impatient alone, he is clearly trying to drag him into trouble.

This guy must be the old man's bad taste.

Young Master Long thought bitterly.Obviously seeing that he is not interested in this kind of literary and patience-wearing thing, it is hard enough to drag him into the water.

The 886 in the space means it has lost sight.

Fifth prince, fifth prince, your typical trick is not easy to use. You might as well take off your clothes and pants and ask people if they are coming, maybe you can get it easily, but you have to play this funny little trick and dig yourself a hole Jump, not afraid to play with fire**.

In order to act as he said, Song Jianzhuang hesitated. "I've always had strict requirements. If you want to get someone to deal with me casually, you can't do it. If you want to learn everything, you have to meet the standards. Otherwise, I won't let you go, and there will be a punishment mechanism."

"Zuo Ji is fine, right?"

Song Ningke wasn't worried that she wouldn't be able to annoy her third uncle if she couldn't draw well, because he was actually pretty good at drawing, so she looked at her deacon and waited for the other party to answer with a smile.

Long Yan did give a similar response. "What the young master ordered, Zuo Ji will naturally complete it."

After saying this, even though Song Jianzhuang achieved his goal, he couldn't help but taste the scene of deep love between master and servant, and his teeth were sour.

Because tomorrow is the weekend and I have a lot of time, the teaching will officially start the next day

For Long Yan, painting is really torture, but his current role can't easily throw a temper tantrum and give up.He impatiently turned the paintbrush in his hand, glanced at the old man who was giving advice to Zha Shou not far away, and snorted softly.

Seeing that Xiaobai didn't know when he ran to dawdle at his feet, Long Yan simply dropped the pen, rubbed Xiaobai's ears for a while, scratched his chin for a while, and pulled his cheeks again.

"Is it fun?"

A low, magnetic voice rang in his ears.

"It's okay." Long Yan, who was caught deserting, calmly let go, pretended to pick up the paintbrush and dipped it on the paint board, and scribbled on the paper with a big wave of his hand.

If Zha Shou wasn't here, he definitely wouldn't be so obedient.

"What did you draw?" Song Jianzhuang sighed, and couldn't help but put his hands on someone's head. "