I'm working hard today too

too ugly. "

It's just a pile of paints piled up together, and no shape can be seen. It's hard to call it abstract art.

He was teaching him with all his heart, but he was fine, it went in one ear and out the other, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

"If you want to do this, I don't intend to teach your young master." The man threatened in a deep voice, and he felt that the person in front of him would definitely accept this threat.

An annoying fact, but a useful one.

Of course Long Yan eats it, he worked so hard to increase his favorability, if he returns to the pre-liberation because of this shit, he will 100% go berserk and slash people.

"You deal with me like this, I think it's necessary to give you a little treatment."

Long Xiaoye hadn't said perfunctorily that he would learn honestly, and someone immediately dropped such a sentence.

At the end, the old fox Song Jianzhuang praised his nephew's painting, then pretended to be serious and said that his deacon was unqualified. He can go back to rest first, but the deacon is not good, so he needs to stay and paint until he is qualified.

As a result, Long Yan, who was supposed to go back to serve Zha Shou, was left behind.

Song Ningke originally wanted to stay, but she didn't have the guts to make an inch of it, so she had to leave reluctantly. By the way, she reminded Long Yan to study hard and not to offend third uncle, and to go back quickly after studying.

Soon after Zha Shou left, it would be time for dinner.

Song Jianzhuang's chef didn't come because of something, and the spare cook was left at Song Ningke's place, so the pampered old man suddenly wanted to cook by himself, told the chef that he didn't have to come today, and refused Long Yan's offer of help.

Long Yan, who just had to sit at the dining table and wait for the food, had an ominous premonition in his heart. When a pot of weird mishmash was served on the table, his face suddenly darkened a lot.

Is this person trying to poison him to death?

Before, I doubted whether Song Jianzhuang was the fifth prince's 886, but now I immediately concluded that the old man was 100% the fifth prince.Because the fifth prince is recognizable in addition to his personality, he also has two characteristics, a smoker and a kitchen killer.

In the first world, because the fifth prince knew Long Yan hated the smell of cigarettes a long time ago, this guy just made himself miserable, and later he couldn't help it, so he secretly smoked half of it when Long Yan was not paying attention, and took a bath again before going back , rinsed his mouth again, for fear that his cutie would smell that he was actually a smoker.

After a few years, the fifth prince saw that he couldn't hide it, so he cruelly forced himself to quit.At the end of a world, Long Yan didn't notice that the Fifth Prince had touched one of his least favorite things.

Needless to say, this kitchen killer, the host of Longzhang must have a deep understanding, but unfortunately, his previous memory has been blurred, and he has no memory of the days when he was surrounded by dark dishes made by a certain honey and confident prince.

Song Jianzhuang scooped out a spoonful of soup from the steaming pot into a bowl, and put it in front of Long Yan. "Try it, it's my first time cooking, please forgive me."

At first, he didn't want to make this pot, but wanted to make some simple stir-fried vegetables, but he became more and more clueless, so he simply piled them together and made a hodgepodge.

The old man who was expecting praise saw someone sneer and said, "It's ugly, it tastes bad, I don't want to die."

Long Yan is quite keen on food, and he has never been very happy to treat his stomach badly, so he launched a flat attack on Song Jianzhuang.

For the sake of his own stomach, he resolutely threw off the fake skin of Zuo Ji and put on his own behavior.

Long Yan will never abuse his taste buds and fragile stomach just because he wants to maintain his personality.

It was the first time in Song Jianzhuang's life that someone made such bold complaints, his expression froze, and he scooped a spoonful from the bowl with a smile, and handed it to the young man himself.

"Not good-looking, not necessarily bad-looking."

It's no wonder that Long Yan would believe this kind of nonsense, and his whole body exuded the air of my strong rejection.

Song Jianzhuang took back the spoon regretfully, and stuffed it into his mouth instead.

As time passed, he swallowed the food without changing his expression, put the spoon back into the bowl, and the table fell into an eerie silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Long Yan took the lead, filled Song Jianzhuang's bowl, and said in an extremely gentle tone: "Mr. Song, it's not good to waste food. You must not be such a person, right?"

Enjoy your own "victory" results, so as not to waste food in the future.

"If you are willing to feed me, I will finish eating."

Song Jianzhuang seized the opportunity to seek benefits for himself, but the price he paid might be slightly higher, but it was worth it.

"Ugly refusal." Long Yan answered very simply.

"I'm not ugly."

Hearing this, the old man is upset, he is obviously very handsome.How many people outside said that Song Jianzhuang was handsome and rich, and they wanted to have sex with him. There were people who were plotting against the law, and there were also people who expressed their feelings sincerely.

Ignoring his objection, Long Yan stood up, picked up the pot of terrible mishmash and ran to the kitchen to dispose of it as garbage, skillfully found out the apron and put it on, trying to save his growling stomach.

Cooking is a thing he practiced in the first world for missions, but he is actually not too happy to cook if it is not required by missions, and basically hires people to do it.

Thinking about it this way, Long Yan began to miss the kind-hearted uncle in the first world who often made him spicy crayfish.That guy is good at cooking, and every dish suits his taste, as long as it is spicy enough.

When he finished the mission of the scumbag, he had to seriously find a suitable cook.

Following Song Jianzhuang, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, his eyes fell on the skilled knifemanship displayed by the young man. It must be said that he was very professional. The knife was cut quickly and accurately, and he was a little worried that he might accidentally cut the slender and beautiful ones. finger.

But after a while, I only heard the young man asking, "Can you eat spicy food?"

"It's okay." He usually doesn't eat spicy food very much.

Long Xiaoye, who was eager to fill his stomach, didn't cook fancy dishes, but only made ordinary home-cooked dishes with three dishes and one soup.

Put it on the table, and before eating, he pointed to his achievements.

"This is called food, yours is not even worthy of pig food."

There is poison in his mouth, and he doesn't care if Song Jianzhuang, who is used to flattery, will lose his face and turn against him.

If someone else did this, Song Jianzhuang didn't know what would happen to him. Anyway, not only did he not feel angry when he heard the little guy's sarcasm, but he even found it pleasant.

He ate the dishes made by others in his mouth, and his heart was so sweet that it seemed to be stuffed with tons of honey.The food made by the person I like is naturally delicious, and the feelings in my heart are also ready to move.

He licked his lips and called: "Zuo Ji."

Long Yan swallowed what was in his mouth before answering. "Eat without talking and sleep without talking."

Song Jianzhuang couldn't wait, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and stared at the young man who was eating quietly opposite him with a serious expression.

He didn't speak, just stared at Long Yan so directly, until he saw that he was upset and stopped eating, Song Jianzhuang could not bear to say: "I have a crush on you."

The person on the other side nodded calmly, expressing understanding. "That's all? Then I get it."

Long Yan was not blind, so he couldn't see what this man thought about him, it was Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knew it.Probably only that idiot Zha Shou was unconscious because he couldn't see their interaction at school all day long. Everyone in the villa looked at him with ambiguous eyes.

Come here every day, under this look, Long Yan feels like a little boy who is cheating behind his master's back.

"What do you think of me?" The reaction was too flat, and Song Jianzhuang couldn't help doubting his mature charm again.

Why did he make such an obvious and serious confession, in the eyes of this little guy, it was like a kid playing house and playing around?

I only heard the plain answer from the other side, "It's okay."

What is ok?

The old man was heartbroken, and asked unwillingly, "What do you think of Song Ningke?"

The identity has not yet been settled, but the vinegar has ate on his nephew.

Long Yan put the last mouthful of food into his mouth, swallowed it, and smiled mysteriously, "Guess."

No wonder this attitude can make people happy.The old man Song is very unhappy now, but he still eats the whole meal honestly.

As for the so-called small stove, Song Jianzhuang changed his original plan, took Long Yan to his bedroom, sat in front of the big screen embedded in the wall, and found a movie to watch with him. Nice same-sex|romance movie.

The purpose is obvious.

The two sat on the soft velvet blanket in front of the bed and watched quietly. At this time, the movie was playing a scene where the two protagonists confessed their hearts and started to engage in ambiguity. , but Long Yan himself lacked interest.

He doesn't really like watching this kind of performance, it's quite boring.

Song Jianzhuang was the exact opposite of him, his mind was not pure at first, his throat was naturally dry, he was in a state of ready to move everywhere, and he couldn't help leaning towards the young man who was obviously absent-minded.

"How do you feel?" He sprayed breath into his ear.

"Average." Long Yan is now so bored that he wants to eat some snacks like potato chips, but it's a pity that Song Jianzhuang's family obviously doesn't have the puffed food that these young people love to eat.

"No feeling?" Someone swallowed.

Long Yan turned his head to look at him, his attitude gradually became serious, and he replied, "Yes."

The old man rejoices. "What?"

"Your concentration is really bad, it can be hard."

His eyes fell on a place where the man raised his head excitedly, and Xiao Long smiled brilliantly. As for whether he meant to laugh or not, I don't know.

Song Jianzhuang blushed when he was told, and looked towards Longzhang's place dissatisfied, but there was no change in the other party's place, and he was so quiet and well-behaved that he wondered if this girl had a physical problem, or that she had experienced many battles to the point of complete failure. Don't care about such small fights.

"I'm hard for you." A certain person showed his old face today, and said something that he couldn't say before being beaten to death, "I want you to be hard."

A whistle sounded in Long Yan's mind, which was the proof that 886 saw the rise.

[He is so active, you should like it? 】

It had to take the opportunity to fight for the fifth prince.

"I don't know." While answering, Long Yan narrowed his eyes to watch an unbecoming hand reaching up to his lap, "At least I don't hate or reject his current behavior, and sometimes he will be close to him." feel."

It belongs to the sense of intimacy deep in the soul, and the reason is temporarily unknown.

886 knew that Long Yan was special. Hearing his words, he guessed whether Long Yan had marked something to the fifth prince unconsciously, so even if everything about him was blurred, he could still gradually perceive something.

Since the host of Longmao is a big evil dragon from a real fantasy plane, it shouldn't be a big deal to complete such a trivial matter, right?

At this time, someone took off the black glove on Long Yan's right hand, and the person across from him stared at him with hot eyes, and he could see the Adam's apple rolling because of nervousness.

Anyone who is not stupid can understand what a man wants, but Long Yan is not stupid.

He neither refused nor took the initiative, letting the calloused hand lead him downwards to find pleasure.

Song Jianzhuang, who had succeeded, bent down, and began to suppress and hum in the ear of Young Master Long who didn't change his face.

Long Yan's hand was very cold, but when the cold hand touched the hot place, not only did the temperature not drop slightly, but it became hotter and hotter.

Long Yan didn't feel the communication from the performance, which doesn't mean that when someone is acting in front of him, he can also keep calm, especially if this person is the kind he doesn't dislike, not to mention that the other party is already humming in his ear presumptuously. .

"help each other."

As the opposite hand stretched out, a slightly hoarse laughter sounded in the room so silent that only each other's breathing could be heard. As for the sound of the movie on the big screen, they had already been automatically blocked by them.

It's a contest of whose hands are more nimble.

After regaining his composure, Song Jianzhuang, who was greatly satisfied physically and mentally, pecked the young man's thin lips with his head tilted, and smiled lightly.

"Are you interested in going further?"

This kind of thing should be done while the iron is hot, and it will be too late for the little guy to repent. Once the little guy inadvertently eats him until there is no scum left, if he wants to run away in the future, he will drag him back and tie him to him to continue eating.

"No." Long Yan raised his wrist to check the time.

It's getting late, he has to go back at this time, otherwise the scumbag will be suspicious, and he can't make mistakes that will lower his favorability at this time.

He wants to break the record of the first world, quickly break through Zha Shou, and then make a quick decision, and then use his current identity to return to the Zuo family according to the original track, and participate in the battle for the head of the family. Who made him like this kind of multiplayer fighting game.

It's just that there is the most important problem that needs him to solve at the moment-someone couldn't control himself, and excitedly dumped all the stock on his pants, and he couldn't go back with this image.

"Do you dare to go back like this?" The old fox couldn't help being proud.

Song Jianzhuang obviously expected that Long Yan would care about this kind of problem, to be precise, he deliberately paid attention to Long Yan.

How could Long Yan be defeated by such a trick?Kicking away the man's restless hand again, he went to the cloakroom with bare legs to pick out his trousers, and was about to put them on and leave, when he saw a set of clothes placed alone became more and more familiar.

He picked up the top panties with his fingers, and looked again at the familiar Deacon logo on the vest.

I didn't realize that the person outside not only likes to tease people, but also an old pervert, who had unreasonable thoughts about him the first time they met.

After changing his pants, Long Yan returned to the original place to pick up the gloves that had been thrown in the corner, and put them back on, without mentioning what he saw.

"gone."

The cold expression and tone made Song Jianzhuang feel even more uncomfortable in his heart, especially when he thought of the reason why the other party was eager to leave, the emotion called jealousy appeared for the first time.

He reached out and grabbed Long Yan's wrist, pulled it vigorously, and pushed him down on his bed covered with black sheets, then leaned over and whispered in his ear——

"Zuo Ji, I am very responsible to say that I like you."

"Song Ningke's child is not suitable for you. We can give it a try, after all, you enjoyed it just now, didn't you?"

"We can continue to run in and get to know each other, and you will know how suitable I am for you."

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

You gave me a chance to speak.

Silently gagged, Long Xiaoye stretched out his hand to hook Song Jianzhuang's back of the neck.

He still has time to squeeze in a kiss.

It was dark for a long time.

After taking a shower, Song Ningke was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for others, while Xiaobai was lying obediently on the sofa and taking a nap.

For Xiaobai, Song Ningke has been able to basically adapt, all thanks to his deacon Zuo Ji, who patiently helped him overcome the fear in his heart.

Thinking of the deacon's face, the boy couldn't help covering his face with his hands, his beautiful eyes lost a moment of confusion.

Shouldn't I unswervingly like third uncle?Why has he cared much more about Zuo Ji than Uncle San recently? When he thinks of him, his heart will jump endlessly.

Why hasn't Zuo Ji come back yet? Did Third Uncle make things difficult for him?His temper has always been gentle, third uncle never cared about other people's feelings, will harsh words hurt him?

The sound of someone's footsteps entering the house was especially obvious in the empty house. When Song Ningke saw the person coming, she subconsciously put on a dissatisfied face. "You only know you're back now?"

Long Yan came back from a wandering mind, and replied: "Sorry, I made the young master worry."

"Who will worry about you!"

These words seemed to hit Song Ningke at something, her voice became sharper, and even her language became harsh.

"What do you think you are, worthy of worrying me? Don't think that you can talk to me in this tone because you have been kinder to you recently. You are my deacon if you are obedient, but you are just a servant if you are ugly. It's just people."

Long Yan, who didn't understand why the scumbag suddenly changed his face, cursed in his heart. This girl's brain short-circuited at night?

Song Ningke obviously didn't want to say these words, but who would have blurted them out uncontrollably? After seeing the deacon's astonished expression, he showed a dejected expression, and finally recovered the expression that nothing happened. He bent down and said softly:

"The young master is right, Zuo Ji crossed the line. It's late, you are growing up, it's time to rest."

Did he say something wrong?

Song Ningke grabbed her clothes and wanted to say that she didn't do it on purpose, that's not what he meant, so don't feel bad.

After this thought surfaced for a few seconds, I thought bravely in my heart that what he said was right, no matter what, it would be his turn to be the master to apologize to him, and it would be no harm to say a few words.

Seeing that the person was about to disappear before her eyes, Song Ningke couldn't help but make a sound.

"and many more."

Long Yan took a deep breath, adjusted his mood before turning around. "What orders does the young master have?"

"What's wrong with your mouth?" Although the distance is far, it looks like a piece is broken?

Long Yan lowered his eyes and explained, "I accidentally knocked on something."

Song Ningke, who didn't know what to say, could only make people leave.If he is not allowed to leave, is it possible that he still wants to greet him?

Long Yan, who returned to the room, quickly and skillfully took off the tattered deacon uniform that he had been unhappy with for more than two months.He has to dress neatly every day, and he has no chance to wear a loose T-shirt without buttons.

"An idiot."

This is Xiaoye Long's evaluation of the scumbag who suddenly lost his nerve.

"886, Zha Shou's favorability has declined?" Otherwise, why would he lose his temper.

[No, it didn't drop, but it actually went up.He should have been caught in your mind by what you said just now, and he didn't want to admit it, so he made a mean attack.Isn't he the same person in the original plot? 】

"The increase in favorability? Why didn't you remind?" Long Yan didn't receive a reminder of the increase in favorability in his impression.

886 was silent for ten seconds.

[I mentioned it, but you were too busy chatting with people, so you didn't hear it. 】

Speaking of this, Long Yan, who was already in the bathroom, looked at the corner of his mouth in the mirror.

One piece was indeed broken, no wonder he felt his mouth hurt on the way here, thinking it was because of being sucked||excessively sucked and his mouth couldn't stand the numb pain.

It seems that it was knocked and broken at the moment of being kissed.

The person who forcibly kissed him was naturally the old man who slammed his lips without waiting for a reply, and his kissing skills were super invincible.

At the same time, the old man he was talking about was lying on the bed, raising his hand to caress his lips, reminiscing about the previous interaction, the tip of his tongue was slightly numb.

Xindao: Sure enough, only those who take the initiative will have candies.

What is restraint, waves are the right choice. ,

Chapter 28

"I know, Mom, you are so annoying. I know, I know, I won't mess around."

The young man sat cross-legged on the sofa, perfunctory to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I'm going to do it here. I don't need to book a hotel, and I don't want to be in the house. I choose the person myself. I will be with you during the day and open at night."

Long Yan, who was waiting by the side, listened to Zha Shou chatting with his family about the coming-of-age ceremony all morning, and began to think about how to go about the next task.

Zha Shou's favorability towards him can reach 8% with only 80% remaining. He has to deal with the matter of favorability before an important plot point, and then proceed with the sadistic task according to the original track.

That was an excellent condition, and he couldn't waste it.

Zha Shou's coming-of-age ceremony will be next week today, half a month later in the original track, Zha Shou's life will officially start a turning point, and the original body left Zha Shou's side as early as the day after Zha Shou's birthday.

Frustrated, Yuanshen returned to Zuo's house, devoting all his attention to the training of how to be a qualified head of the family, and when he came out a year later, Zha Shou had become a poor little boy who dropped out of school to work and was severely beaten by the society.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of his superior status to take revenge on the little son who had spoken ill of him, but he kept pretending to be the other party in his heart. Seeing the scumbag being bullied and standing alone by the river crying, his heart softened.

Later, he used tricks to get the scumbag to work beside him. It seemed to be insulting him, but in fact he favored him in various ways, so that the young master of the scumbag's temper returned. It's about drinking and messing around.

This plot is extremely unreasonable in Long Yan's eyes, so he plans to follow this line and make some small changes.

Reasonable use of his status as Niu Pi, the heir of the Zuo family, gave Zha Shou a taste of what it's like to be a servant when he is insulted by others.

It's abusive, you have to change your tricks.

A two-pronged approach of physical abuse and psychological abuse can be arranged.

Thinking that in a short time, I would be able to transform from this poor deacon's identity to becoming the head heir of a mysterious family, Young Master Long felt refreshed, and even those who watched Zha Shou's eyes became much hotter.

If someone is here and sees his uncontrollable appearance, he must misunderstand that he is still thinking about Song Ningke in his heart. The vinegar smell is sure to kill creatures within a radius of ten miles.

"Master, this is the list you mentioned earlier, take a look."

Long Yan handed the roster in his hand to Zha Shou who finished the phone call.

Song Ningke glanced casually and nodded.

He is very relieved now that Zuo Ji is doing things, and he is not worried about any mistakes.

"Zuo Ji."

After 1 minute, the worried teenager clenched his hands.

After thinking about it for a long time, I can only talk to his deacon.

After receiving a gentle reply from the other side, he continued, "You said if I invite third uncle now, will he come?"

The coming-of-age ceremony is very important to Song Ningke, and of course important people must appear on important days.

He wanted to express his heart that day, which was a scene he had fantasized about a long time ago.

The deacon lowered his eyes and answered him, "No one can bear to refuse the young master."

Hearing this, Song Ningke's face burned, and her heart started beating again and again.

Resisting the embarrassment that could not be explained, he asked, "Is that how good I am in your heart?"

Thinking about it carefully, Zuo Ji has always been obedient to him, as if as long as he said to let him die, he would go without changing his face.

In the past, I couldn't understand his obedient appearance, hated his compliments, and thought they were just flattery.

Now I think he is from the heart.

Long Yan held back for a while, before replying pretendingly, "For Zuo Ji, the young master is the most special person. You are the sun, and you can always dispel the haze in his heart for some people."

There was nothing wrong with the original body.

For Long Yan, it means that he is about to vomit.

Because the favorability was about to reach the standard line, Song Ningke felt that the deer was bumping wildly when she heard the words, and hurriedly changed the subject. "If I'm so nice, do you think that if I confess my love to third uncle, will he agree?"

"The young master is perfect, no one would dislike the young master, presumably Mr. Song is no exception." Long Yan just opened his mouth to lie.

If Song Jianzhuang was present and heard this nonsense, he would definitely jump over and talk to him forever.

How could anyone hurry up and throw the object they hit together into someone else's arms?

Isn't it obvious that you don't care?

Song Ningke didn't know what was wrong with her.

When he saw the deacon pursed his lips, smiled at him slightly, and said the above words, he panicked for a moment.

After hesitating, he bit his lip and asked, "Zuo Ji, do you like me?"

He could see that he liked him.

If it were changed at the beginning, he would definitely feel disgusted, but now he seems to be expecting that the other party really has that kind of thought for him.

The young man anxiously stared at the deacon's facial expression, trying to find any clues that could prove his conjecture.

After the other party was stunned, the panic of being discovered flashed past, and he stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

In the end, the other party seemed to want to go all out, closed his eyes, and his trembling long eyelashes announced his nervousness about the next behavior.

"Yes, I like the young master, very much..." The voice became softer and softer.

Faced with the confession, Song Ningke said that he was not shy, it was purely fake, who made it the first time he received a confession.

At this moment, he is a little happy, proud, a little struggling, and a little dazed.

Seeing Zha Shou's uncontrollable corner of his mouth, Long Yan sneered in his heart and continued acting. "But I know that I am not worthy of the young master. I'm sorry, but I dirty your ears by saying such words."

You can't tell the difference between true feelings and false feelings. You're such a stupid kid.

"Yes, it's good to know." Song Ningke raised her chin, and her attitude returned to arrogance. "You have to remember that there is only third uncle in my heart. Don't wishful thinking that I would like someone like you."

Only people like Uncle San are worthy of him.

No matter how good Zuo Ji was, he was just a deacon.

If Song Ningke wanted to invite Song Jianzhuang, she had to come to express her attention in person.

Because someone had ordered that as long as Long Yan came in, there was no need to stop him.

He can do whatever he wants here.

Therefore, Song Ningke had no idea that she had been honored by the deacon, and reached the place where Song Jianzhuang was unimpeded all the way.

Unfortunately, Song Jianzhuang seemed to be discussing something important with someone.

Opposite him sat an elderly man, although his temples were pale, but he was in good spirits, especially his pair of extremely sharp eyes, a glance would only make people feel more stressed.

Why do you say that?

Because they had just arrived here, the old man seemed to be aware of it and turned his head, his eyes narrowed involuntarily, as if he was looking at something.

His eyes touched someone whose face remained unchanged, and the old man snorted softly before he stopped looking.

No one saw him make a mouth shape by the way, and said-"Excellent."

"This man is Zuo Ji's old father?"

Long Yan was sure that the old man was looking at him.

He recalled the bunch of written introductions of Yuanshen, and thought that this old man was Yuanshen's father, that is, Zuo Qiu, the old head of the Zuo family who was about to abdicate.

【right! ] 886 sure.

It really is.Why did the old man come to Song Jianzhuang?

The original plot did not mean that the Song family and the Zuo family had decades of grievances and never communicated.

Especially the Zuo family, the previous head of the family set the family rules, no matter how useless their Zuo family was, they were not allowed to work for the Song family.

Once found, the clan will deal with it.

As the young master, Zuo Ji disregarded the rules for the sake of love, and went to the Song family's side as a personal deacon, so it was impossible not to go unpunished.

Although the old man didn't say anything to the outside world, he still carried out the punishment.

Zuo Ji, who was covered in injuries that day, returned to Zha Shou's side when nothing happened.

That day, he was maliciously made things difficult by the slag, which caused the wound to worsen, and he just kept silent, and waited until the dead of night to treat the wound by himself.

No wonder the old man thought he was worthless.

It's obvious that you can get people in another way, but you are rushing to be a servant to get angry, you are so stupid.

This time, the old man saw his son who was not up to expectations, and also saw the unruly young master who made his son lose his mind, and he was immediately upset.

"Mr. Song, since you have guests here, I won't bother you."

He didn't want to make trouble for himself here.

If it wasn't for that piece of land, he would never want to step into the territory of anyone in the Song family.

This Song Jianzhuang is also very courageous, before the position of the next Patriarch is 100% settled, he dared to confront their Zuo family in the bidding meeting blatantly.

That piece of land is insignificant to their Song family, but it is important land to their Zuo family.

Isn't it obvious to find fault?

If it weren't for the Zuo family's critical period, he couldn't be too ostentatious, how could he come to the door and say something nice.

Before, the old man had heard of a famous old fox in Song Jianzhuang.

Today's confrontation, it really is a thousand-year-old fox, and he blocked all his words calmly, as if he insisted on this land.

"Old Zuo, go slowly." Song Jianzhuang stood up with a smile, and gave the old man a courtesy.

The old man let out a distinct cold snort when he passed Longzhang.

He won't let him be a fool all the time and lose face to his Zuo family.

If this matter got out, the son of the old Patriarch of his left would come to serve as the enemy's servant who was called around and drunk, and he would be ashamed.

The Zuo family has fallen into internal strife because of his impending abdication due to old age.

Everyone wanted to sit firmly as the head of the family, and no one took his useless sick son seriously.

But he just wanted to get this disappointing idiot into the position of Patriarch.

The country he conquered, other than his seed, no one else would even want to compete for it!

It is impossible for the old fox Song Jianzhuang not to notice this small detail.

When he turned around and walked to Long Yan's side, he hooked his finger around Long Yan's little finger while no one was looking.

He said something quickly as his mouth brushed against his ear.

"Little liar from the Zuo family."

Both were surnamed Zuo, and Mr. Zuo was still in a cunning and smiling circle with him, but when he saw the little guy, he immediately took it back, and made a special noise when passing by.

If he said he didn't know him, he wouldn't believe it.

Song Jianzhuang actually checked Long Yan, and the information presented by Long Yan as Zuo Ji did not have any loopholes.

All the information showed that he was an ordinary deacon who had no father or mother and had received training.

But being too perfect is a loophole in itself.

No, let him grab the pigtail now.

Thinking back carefully, Song Jianzhuang knew that Mr. Zuo had an old man. Although the other party had never shown up and did not know his name, he still knew his age, so he should be able to match up with the one in front of him.

The young master from the Zuo family ran to the Song family to be a deacon, and was insulted by the savage young master, which made people laugh to death.

If it had no purpose, Song Jianzhuang would not believe it.

I don't know if the purpose is for love or profit?

I hope the latter is the best. What he wants, as the person in power behind the Song family, he gets what he wants. As long as the person is his, it doesn't matter what he wants.

I'm afraid that it was for the former, for his nephew Song Ningke, that he surrendered his status and came here to be humiliated.

"Third uncle?" Song Ningke hesitated to call the third uncle who had already sat back in his original seat, feeling uneasy, thinking that Song Jianzhuang was angry that they interrupted him to talk about things.

That old man, like the old man of the Song family, looked completely unkind, which was terrifying.

Song Ningke remembered the situation when she was punished by Mr. Song, and she was still afraid.

Song Jianzhuang came back to his senses. "Well, what's the matter?"

The matter of painting has come to an end a few days ago, what does this troublemaker want to do when he finds him?

"I think……"

Song Ningke didn't know if he should mention his birthday now, but he felt unwilling to go back without doing anything.

So I can only bite the bullet and say the purpose.

"The weekend is my coming-of-age ceremony. I want to have a small banquet here with some friends. I would like to ask my third uncle if he has time to come and see it?"

"That was an occasion for you young people, what did I go for?" Song Jianzhuang was not very interested.

"Because Mom and Dad are very busy, and there are no elders, I only know the third uncle, so I thought..." Song Ningke whispered more and more.

He didn't lie, his parents seem to be busy with something recently, and they don't have time to take care of him.

Knowing the reason, Song Jianzhuang thought to himself: This company is about to go bankrupt, so it's no wonder it's not busy.

"At that time, I will see if I have time. I will go." This is not because of Song Jianzhuang's kindness, but because of his little guy.

He was worried that if the other party really wanted a word of love, on such an important day as Song Ningke's coming-of-age ceremony, would he do something to make him feel bitter?

It was the first time to find a suitable person, Song Jianzhuang naturally had to extinguish this small flame in the cradle.

This person is his, and sooner or later his heart can only be his alone.

Song Ningke, who got the reply, knew the truth in her heart, and immediately burst into a smile.

The young man smiled really nicely, but unfortunately none of the two men present wanted to appreciate this smile.

"Thank you third uncle, I won't bother you anymore."

Seeing that Song Jianzhuang was absent-minded, Song Ningke accepted it.

"Wait, leave Zuo Ji to me."

Song Jianzhuang didn't want to let someone go back easily, he had to have a good chat with him.

If you have any doubts, you have to ask, so as not to make any unpleasant misunderstandings and unnecessary trivial things.

Old, his fragile little heart can't bear torment, and he doesn't want to experience some misunderstanding that will never be explained clearly.

Facing Zha Shou's puzzled eyes, Long Yan shook his head slightly.

Said that he also didn't know what Song Jianzhuang wanted to do, but in fact, he was more like a mirror in his heart.

"I have something I want him to bring to Xiaobai, because there are too many, you shouldn't be able to carry it," Song Jianzhuang made an excuse casually.

The key is that Song Ningke really believed it, so she had to go back first.

After a few minutes.

In the dark and gloomy room, Long Yan lay on the bed and blocked a man who was eager to pull his clothes with his hands.

As long as they are alone, Song Jianzhuang loves to run wildly in this direction.

This is a disease that needs to be cured.

"Little liar from the Zuo family."

Song Jianzhuang didn't succeed, so he could only give up and sit down, looking down at Long Yan from a high position, deliberately chewing on the new nickname he gave him.

Long Yan closed his eyes and enjoyed the other party's restless service. "How can I lie to you