I'm working hard today too

The boy closed his eyes tightly, and his voice was high and urgent.

The voices that responded to him were gentle breeze, insects chirping and birds chirping, but there was no gentle "I like you, young master, too."

Because there was no one in front of him, all he was left with was the vast night, and the dreamlike environment of fireflies behind him.

Where did you go...?

[Di!Zha Shou has three stars on the heartbreak index. 】

Long Yan, who was walking away, stopped suddenly, not because he was happy to hear the reminder and wanted to reminisce, but because a stranger he didn't know appeared in front of him.

The three men, judging by the naked eye, should all belong to the Lian family. They were not wearing ordinary clothes, but a set of capable warrior clothes.

Because he was busy taking care of the scumbag, Long Yan had almost no time to transform this weak chicken's body in the past few months.If these three people came with bad intentions, his delicate body like a weak chicken would definitely not be able to withstand a few moves.

Among them, the one who looked the most powerful stood up, walked three steps in diameter to where Long Yan was, corrected his posture, and saluted respectfully.

"Little Lord."

It turned out to be sent by the Zuo family.

Long Yan was slack, he knew that most of these people wanted to take him back to Zuo's house, and he was about to say that I will go back with you.

Unexpectedly, he only heard the sentence "Don't blame the young master" a second later, and his eyes turned dark immediately and he didn't feel it.

Engage in a sneak attack?

I can fuck you!

When he woke up again, it was dawn.

The rustling sound of bamboo leaves came from the opposite side. Long Yan did not lie down in the room after waking up, but stood in the corridor and looked into the distance.

It's not just watching the scenery leisurely, but waiting for someone.

Naturally, the one waiting was the old man Zuo Qiu who sent someone to bring him back by force.

"Homeowner."

"Okay, let's all go down now."

When the old man heard that he was awake, he put down his business and came all the way here.

During the conversation, the group of people guarding Longzhang left immediately, leaving space for the two to be alone.

"What? Look at this posture, are you going to play with me again?"

Seeing his son motionless, the old man sat on the stone bench with his sleeves thrown, and then snorted coldly.

"I don't like this, so what if it's my son? If it doesn't work, I can still deal with it according to the rules. Don't try to play tricks and run out, or don't blame me for attacking that Song Ningke."

Song Ningke is his son's weakness, this is a fact Zuo Qiu finds annoying and has to admit, at this critical moment he can only use this person as a threat.

Long Yan sat down opposite the old man, and lazily said, "It's up to you."

Whether Song Ningke is dead or alive has nothing to do with him. To the extent that he can't do anything, he might as well give it to the old man.

This indifferent attitude made old man Zuo stare. "Don't think that I dare not!"

Long Yan was not afraid of the angry old man at this time, and kindly reminded, "You old and young are angry, and it is not good for your health."

Old people in their [-]s and [-]s can still be so angry, and they are not afraid that one person will be cold.

The sudden concern made old man Zuo dumbfounded, he didn't slow down for a long time, and then he gave the young man an angry look. "Who is I angry for? Not for you, a rebellious son?"

Maybe the age gap between father and son is too big, and he was busy with family affairs in the early years, so he hardly had time to spend with this old man, so this child has not been close to him since he was a child.

Especially after being kidnapped and disappeared by the enemy family for more than four months before being found back, his temperament became more and more withdrawn, and he didn't like to talk to anyone.

As a young master with great responsibilities, he doesn't care about the family affairs. Except for his good brains, he doesn't have any characteristics of a future ruler.

I thought it would be better when I grew up and became more sensible, but unexpectedly, the farce of running to become a deacon for the Song family was staged again.

Zuo Qiu was almost pissed off by this useless thing, and wanted to give up this useless thing several times, and choose someone else to be the head of the house.

But after much deliberation, he was unwilling to let others enjoy the fruits of the country he had worked so hard to achieve, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take a gamble.

Anyway, he doesn't have many years to live, as long as this kid doesn't bring down the Zuo family in his lifetime.

When he dies, what will happen to him?Anyway, these messy things can't bother him even a little while he's buried.

"Zuo Ji, listen to me." Zuo Qiu corrected his posture, straightened his face, and began to get to the point. "I don't care what you think in your heart, whether you like it or not, as long as I'm alive, I can't let you be willful. If you don't want to be the Patriarch of the Zuo Family, you have to do it for me!"

"I want to do it." Long Yan waved his hands, thinking about all these little things in his heart.

His biggest problem is with Mr. Song, not here.

"You have a pretty good idea. How can the owner of the house be something you can do as you say?" The old man turned on the sarcasm mode. "I don't even look at your little boy face. Zuo Family Chongwu, I'll give you a year, I'm afraid you won't even be able to pass the most basic disciple assessment, just open your mouth and want to be the head of the family, and you will know your dreams in the blue sky, and you will overestimate your strength." .”

Long Xiaoye, who was underestimated, expressed his helplessness.

He is the one who is called, and he is the one who says he is not qualified, can it be better?

The original body doesn't have this ability, it doesn't mean he doesn't have it.In the original trajectory, it took the original body more than two years to complete all the assessments, and he was still struggling to become the head of the family with the help of noble people.

Long Yan felt that it would not be too easy for him to improve his physical fitness for half a year to complete the assessment, not to mention being the head of the family, he liked to suppress disobedient people the most.

Young master Long may not be sure of the tricks of using brains, but the tricks of using force can be said to be easy to grasp.

The old man was afraid that his son's enthusiasm would be scattered by his words, and then he would regret not doing it, so he cleared his throat and emphasized, "This is what you said you should do, I didn't force you."

This must be said clearly, so as not to make a useless look of "this is not a fate I chose, but you imposed it on me" later, and it will make him angry.

"Of course, little...cough, my son always counts when he says what he says." Long Yan almost blurted out "Master."

His intuition told him that if he dared to be so crazy, the old man would not be able to slap him to death.

Zuo Qiu didn't pay attention to the subtle pauses in Long Yan's words, and secretly murmured in his heart: I believe you are a ghost, I have to find seventeen or eight practitioners to watch you in prison, and if you dare to run away, you will be beaten to death.Continue with the rest of your breath, throw it into the soil and bury it when you are out of breath, and scoop it up clean.

Zuo Qiu made up his mind to strictly discipline his worthless son, and this brat would not even think about going anywhere until he failed the assessment.

[Di!The key plot is triggered, and "Struggle, Young Master" is officially launched, and the task countdown is starting...]

Here, Long Yan, who had no idea that his freedom would be restricted for a long time, talked harmoniously with the old man.

Over there, Song Jianzhuang woke up after sleeping in Longzhang's bedroom, and found that he hadn't come back at all. With a twitch of his mind, he was sure that he must have gone to his nephew's bed to have a good time, and immediately went to kick the door to catch the traitor.

Seeing at a glance that there was only a drunk young man on the bed, Song Jianzhuang looked around and at the bathroom to make sure that there were no suspicious clothes or figures.

Just in case, he went to pull the quilt on the boy's body again, and seeing that the boy's clothes were in good condition, he didn't go berserk.

"Where's Zuo Ji?" He asked Song Ningke who was woken up.

Song Ningke covered her aching head. "Zuo Ji? He's in the bedroom."

The deacon's indifferent reaction yesterday, playing and disappearing without saying a word, made Song Ningke feel uncomfortable for a while, and when she came back, she drank wine in her room until she passed out, and she was only woken up now.

Song Jianzhuang heard the words and noticed something weird. "I spent the night in his bedroom, why didn't I see him?"

How could a living person suddenly disappear out of thin air?

Because of the headache, Song Ningke didn't have the time to wonder why Song Jianzhuang stayed in Longzhang's bedroom all night, but frowned and carefully recalled what happened yesterday.

"Third Uncle, I don't know. We went out last night. After he left before me, I never saw him again. I thought he went back to the bedroom. "

Because of the embarrassment in his heart, he didn't confirm whether the other party had really returned, so he assumed that he was in the bedroom.

"Where did you go at night?" What are you doing out at night?

"On the artificial lake outside, he got me a lot of fireflies from somewhere, saying it was my birthday present."

"I suddenly realized that I liked him and told him how I felt, but he left without hearing it. I don't understand why he..."

Song Ningke's expression was gloomy, and when she talked about this matter to herself, she felt more and more uncomfortable, causing the system prompt to sound again on Long Yan's side.

Those words fell into Song Jianzhuang's ears enough to make him vomit blood with anger.

Well, you little bastard, let alone disappearing, you actually had a romantic relationship with someone at night.

You are amazing and you have the guts.

When I find you, I have to make a good meal, and see if I dare to eat what's in the bowl and look at what's in the pot.

"Song Ningke."

He can't find the main target to teach him now, so of course he has to find the secondary target to give a warning.In order to save the people who belong to him from being unsightly in the future.

Reflexively, the teenager who was named by his name in a cold tone responded, "What?"

I saw this man with a cold face looking down at him with an extremely cold look, as if looking at a dead object.

He heard him say darkly—

"Liking Zuo Ji is a matter of you alone. What you need to remember is that he belongs to me."

"If you dare touch half a point, I dare to chop you up and feed it to the dogs."

As an adopted son, Song Jianzhuang can sit in his current position, how could it be a good thing?

He is ruthless in his bones, no matter who it is, if he provokes him, he will end up in one word-miserable.

Since we, Young Master Long, have recruited him and have done whatever we want with him for so long, we are doomed to never run away.

While drinking milk, 886 inadvertently glanced at the panel belonging to the fifth prince, and the visible emotional value displayed on it made him sigh.

Who messed with the Lord again? ,

Chapter 30

One morning.

An elderly man with white hair sits alone in the courtyard of the resort and sips tea quietly.

Not long after, the nephew who came with him came up to him and whispered something in his ear.

The old man Zuo put down the teacup in his hand, his eyebrows gathered together.

"Again?"

Seeing the old man's uneasy expression, the man guessed that the old man thought that the man outside was uninterested, which made him feel unhappy.

So he suggested, "If uncle thinks he's disturbing your cleanliness, nephew will take him away and warn you by the way."

Hearing the words, the old man snorted, "Where is your mind now? It's easy to say, if this is an ordinary person, it's fine, don't look at who he is."

The man quickly said that he was confused for a while.

Then he asked: "Why did Song Jianzhuang seek you? He has been tirelessly annoying you for three months, and even sent the piece of land he acquired to our Zuo family in person. Could it be that our Zuo family really has something worthy of him?" Lower your posture? Or..."

The man spoke tentatively, wanting to know some related news.

Song Jianzhuang entered the Zuo family's territory from time to time, and the news of begging to see Mr. Zuo spread, and all the major families were speculating whether there was some shady collusion.

What these people said most was that Song Jianzhuang wanted to join forces with outsiders to completely take down the position of Patriarch of the Song family.

Although he now holds most of the rights of the Song family, calling the wind and calling the rain, and respected by everyone, Mr. Song has been reluctant to officially announce who will take over as the next head of the family and lead the Song family.

For this reason, it has long been rumored within the Song family that Song Jianzhuang is just a chess piece used by the old man to pave the way for the eldest son.

The position of Patriarch of the Song family must return to his own son after all, and he attaches great importance to his adopted son. It is nothing more than a deceitful cover to let him take office intentionally.

As an adopted son, Song Jianzhuang has worked diligently for the Song family for so many years, and most of the property has been brought back to life under his hands.

It can be said that without him, Song Jianzhuang, the Song family would have been swallowed up by the covetous Zuo family, and there would be no more glory.

If the rumors about the stepping stones were true, it would be plausible that Song Jianzhuang and the Zuo family were colluding.

Outsiders are all speculating in conspiracy theories, but only a few people know the truth.

Zuo Qiu still remembers the scene of Song Jianzhuang's first visit to the house.

He remembered that Song Jianzhuang had just sat down opposite him, and he didn't say the real purpose of coming, but smiled and said a few ridiculous words at him.

"Old Zuo, I'm pregnant with your son's child, now I'm going to ask him to take responsibility, where is he?"

"It's not a good quality to start messing around and give up all the time. Mr. Zuo, you probably won't let him spoil a good woman and man like this."

Hearing this, the nearly 40-year-old man described himself as an innocent girl played by a scumbag, which can be described as extremely shameless.

If this was said, everyone would think that Zuo Qiu maliciously slandered Song Jianzhuang because of his hostility towards the Song family.

Zuo Qiu naturally took this as nonsense.

No matter how demonic his son is, he will definitely not be able to make a man pregnant.

Although the words are nonsense, it can be seen that the relationship between the two is extraordinary.

Even so, Zuo Qiu didn't plan to tell Song Jianzhuang about his son's whereabouts.

Now is the critical moment, and he can't let anyone mess up his plans.

This Fox Song is quite patient, no matter where he is, there is always a way to find his whereabouts.

Then he pretended that he happened to meet and came to visit.

"Call people in. Song Jianzhuang is a cunning fox. Don't go to see your cousin's situation today, but go in a few days. When you go, pay attention to whether you are followed by mice, and don't pay attention to the truth. "

Since he couldn't get rid of it, Zuo Qiu could only invite him in to waste time.

Anyway, since he has more time, it doesn't matter if Song Jianzhuang insists on pestering him.

After getting permission, Song Jianzhuang walked unhurriedly towards the pavilion where the old man was.

With a smile on his face, he said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Zuo, you are much more energetic."

"It's useless to flatter, as long as your surname is Song, what you say is pure fart to my ears."

The old man snorted coldly, didn't look at him, and focused on the matter at hand.

The movements are smooth and flowing, which shows that Zuo Qiu has studied the tea ceremony quite well, and he can be called a good hand.

As a visitor, Song Jianzhuang was not polite, pouring tea for himself with the same skillful process.

After taking a sip, he said, "What about others?"

Since the day Long Yan disappeared, no matter how hard Ren Song Jianzhuang tried, he couldn't find anyone, so he thought of the Zuo family in a hurry.

So he deliberately observed secretly, and saw that Mr. Zuo should eat and drink every day, but he didn't know the distress after his son disappeared.

Song Jianzhuang can conclude from this that his little bastard is in Zuo's house.

As for the other party being taken back by force, or going back willingly, he didn't know.

It was confirmed that the person was 100% hiding in Zuo's house, and Song Jianzhuang came to ask for him on the same day.

As a result, Mr. Zuo kept talking about him, hiding him tightly, and refused to say anything about his son.

Song Jianzhuang had no choice but to privately send someone to keep an eye on the old man's movements.

No matter how cunning he is, he can't compare to the so-called ginger.

From the beginning to the end, Zuo Qiu insisted on not showing him the slightest bit of telling.

The stalemate lasted for more than three months, but no one had seen it. On the contrary, rumors were flying everywhere, and there were all kinds of rumors.

The old man shook his eyebrows and ignored him.

Come again and again, ask again and again.

This fox is not bothering, his old ears are about to vomit.

Facing Mr. Zuo's act of pretending to be stupid, Song Jianzhuang sighed.

"Old Zuo, no matter how hard-hearted you are, you should let me see you once in three months."

"You have to know that human patience is always limited."

If he had known that this would happen, he should have fully determined the relationship in the first place.

Why is it that at this time, there is no legitimate reason to ask people to come here.

"Threats from people surnamed Song, in my opinion, are undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire." The old man never took threats. "What's more, you are a trouble. My son can't get involved with you."

In a certain sense, his son is still powerful, unexpectedly provoking such a difficult piece of fox meat without saying a word.

Song Ningke was nothing more than a spoiled young master after all.

Now the other party's family is bankrupt, the debt is heavy, and he has nothing. If his son still wants to take it over to support him, it doesn't matter.

But this old fox must never be touched. Don't be eaten up by then, and you don't know how to die.

Zuo Qiu doesn't mind that his son likes men, but it's only for fun. He is allowed to raise a pet, but he must not be serious.

If the son really provokes Song Jianzhuang, I'm afraid he will suffer in the future. This is undoubtedly tantamount to voluntarily raising the white flag to the Song family.

In Zuoqiu's eyes, his son was absolutely oppressed by Song Jianzhuang.

There was no way he would let his son do shameful and stupid things under his opponent.

Song Jianzhuang added, "Let young people solve their own affairs, why should you get involved when you are old?"

"You are a shameless master, you dare to say such a thing." Zuo Qiu sneered.

This fox can be the father of his son in a few years, yet he still has the face to say that he is young, cunning and thick-skinned.

I have to say that there is a big difference in the taste of the brats.

Don't want the useless and arrogant little son Song Ningke, but take a fancy to Song Jianzhuang, the ruthless fox who wants everything.

They are all surnamed Song, what is this?

"It's a coincidence, your son told me that too. It's hard to do anything with such a thin skin, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit in front of your old man and gossip every now and then, don't you think so?"

Song Jianzhuang never felt that there was anything wrong with being thick-skinned.

If he was thin-skinned back then, he wouldn't be able to take down that heartless little bastard.

Maybe his nephew got a big deal.

Grandpa Zuo said he couldn't beat this skinny old fox, so he didn't say anything more.

Song Jianzhuang was not in a hurry, and sipped his tea with a smile.

The things he had sent were due to arrive.

It's not that he doesn't know where people are all the time, it's just that he can't sneak in by himself.

So he could only sacrifice the humble eyeliner who had been placed in Zuo's house a few years ago to help deliver something.

He had to let that heartless little guy know that there were people out there who missed him day and night.

He even thought that when Long Yan heard about it, he might sneak out to talk to him about old times.

To save him from rushing to the old Patriarch Zuo every day, racking his brains to gain favor.

Thinking of Long Yan's bad temper, Song Jianzhuang was really helpless.

Just thinking about it, he still has to find a way to see it by himself.

Here.

After finishing his physical training for the day, Long Yan took the towel from others.

He wiped the sweat off his face, then stretched his muscles and bones, looking refreshed.

These three months of isolation from the world were much happier for Long Yan.

I don't care about the scumbag at all, I only learned that the scumbag fell from the cloud to the mud at 886.

Xiaobai from his family stayed safely in Song Jianzhuang, and did not suffer with Zha Shou or be discarded.

Occasionally, Long Yan would recall the last time he got along with Song Jianzhuang, and it was a pity that he couldn't bite him from time to time to save something.

Or worried that Xiaobai, his family, would be taken over by the gangster Rhubarb if he didn't pay attention when he was staying in Songjianzhuang.

Thinking of the family affairs that required brains to get started in the afternoon, Long Yan suddenly had a headache.

In fact, he doesn't really like playing tricks.He only likes to fight and kill in a snappy way, life and death are determined in one round.

It's a pity that the rules of these two worlds don't allow him to be so arrogant.

"Young master, do you want to eat lunch outside the house, or inside the house?"

Now it's meal time, and the guards came to ask him.

"Outside the house, stay away from me after delivering the meals."

I only know to stare at him every day, it's annoying to death.

"Young master, take your time."

The things came quickly, because the voice was wrong, Long Yan glanced at it.

Seeing that the person who delivered the food was changed to a person from another plane, he asked casually, "Where is the person from before?"

The new cook smiled. "He was sick, so he asked me to replace it. I don't know if this dish suits your taste? I should cook it for you these days. If it doesn't suit you, I will change it for you."

It's okay to look at the dishes.

Long Yan waved his hand to tell him that he could go.

As a result, the man was nailed to the spot.

Long Yan raised his eyes to look at him, but the other party was not afraid, but looked around.

After making sure that no one was passing by, the man said in a low voice, "Mr. Song asked me to give you something."

Yo, it took three months to know how to use eyeliner.

Young Master Long raised his eyebrows and hooked his hands to signal the cook to take out the things.

He wanted to see what it was.

The cook took something out of his pocket, only to find a mobile phone and a headphone cable.

When Long Yan saw something, most of his interest immediately dissipated.

There's no signal in this barren mountain, what's the use of his mobile phone?

The cell phone in his room is still eating ashes in the corner.

"Mr. Song said that there is something he wants to tell you here, and the password is the day you left."

"He also said that if you have something to say, you can let me pass it on to him."

The cook finished explaining everything he had to say, and left immediately before no one noticed that he had stayed too long.

Long Yan plugged in the headphone cable and found a lonely recording in the phone.

Finger taps the play button.

No one speaks in the earpiece, only breathing.

This is not some serious breathing.

As soon as he heard it, he guessed what shameless deeds the person opposite was doing when he was recording.

"I miss you."

The familiar deep voice, mixed with subtle depressive sounds, reached Long Yan's ears, causing him to squint his eyes and ponder.

After a few seconds of silence, Master Long raised his hand to his mouth.

With a shake of his body, he said "噗嗤——" and then exited.

Behind him, Young Master Long simply collapsed on the table, covering his stomach with his hands, and was overjoyed.

Under the hearty laughter, this gentle face showed a dazzling brilliance from the depths of the soul.

Unrepressed laughter soon spread to the ears of those waiting in the distance.

Each secretly thought: Could it be that their young master has gone crazy after a long period of high-pressure training?

Long Yan, who had laughed enough, listened to the recording of humming a ditty again.

When I heard the "I miss you" with a trembling tone again, I couldn't help but curl my lips.

"A shameless old pervert."

After speaking, he listened again.

the next day.

Zuo Qiu heard that Long Yan laughed alone for a long time during lunch, which was strange.

Are you starting to worry about whether it is too eager to train hard, and you will be disabled?

So I hurried back early in the morning to have a heart-to-heart talk with my son.

"What can I do?"

Long Yan, who was granted special permission to rest all day today, collapsed on the sofa and yawned.

Ever since the old man entered the room, every word he said was trying to test whether his mind was normal, which made him feel sleepy again.

"Then why do you laugh when you're by yourself?"

Qing Tian Bai Ri laughed so hard that he was either crazy or stupid.

"Laugh if you want to."

Long Yan narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help laughing again when he remembered the reason.

There's no way, Young Master Long just thinks it's funny.

Song Jianzhuang is very strange.

Whenever he always thought that Song Jianzhuang's minimum limit as a reserved old man could only be like this.

Unexpectedly, the other party can always refresh his perception of him inadvertently.

Let Long Xing often be impressed by his technique of making waves.

For the ever-changing Song Jianzhuang, he really likes it very much.

In the eyes of the old man, Long Yan's cold smile was proof that his mind was broken.

After finally getting better, now something is wrong with my brain again.

As Zuoqiu's son, how could his ability to withstand stress be so bad?

"Let me tell you, the young master of the Song family you miss is now in despair."

Zuo Qiu wanted to use the person his son cared about to give him some sweetness.

"I also want to understand. If you like it, I will bring you over."

He didn't believe his son could really let go of that kid.

At the beginning, he had worked so hard that he did not hesitate to bear his whipping to catch up with others.

How can it be so easy to dislike in such a short period of time?

He still understands this kid's temper.

The typical one who can afford it but can't let it go, whoever says it sounds good is an infatuation, and if it sounds bad is a fool

The reason why Song Jianzhuang was able to get involved was probably a trick of the brat.

Good idea, but stupid.

Who is wrong?He just found a difficult and ruthless character.

I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble in the future.

Long Yan waved his hand and said, "I really have someone I want to meet, but it's not the one you mentioned."

He didn't want to hurry up and find fault for himself.

Originally, he was busy and tired every day, so he didn't want to see Zha Shou's face again and let his heart be blocked.

For this person, Zha Shou, let the society beat him up for a while, and he will play again at the critical moment.

The old man has an ominous premonition

He was alert and asked, "Who do you want to see?"

"Song Jianzhuang." Long Yan said these three words straightforwardly. "I just want to see him, and I want to be tight."

Since the other party wants to see him, it doesn't matter if he grants his wish.

It was just for him to replant his own traces.

Sure enough, it was these three words that he didn't want to hear.

Zuo Qiu thought of the old fox who was going to annoy him to death recently, and his head ached.

He asked, "What did you see him doing?"

Long Yan smiled, and replied with something he didn't even believe, "My son was afraid that he would not be watched by me, so he ran away with someone without paying attention."

The old man immediately glared at him angrily, "Excellent!"

That fox is probably even more afraid that this kid will run away, otherwise he will be like a ghost every day, following him wherever he goes.

"Then you don't want the young master of the Song family?"

The old man didn't give up, and continued to bring the topic up to Song Ningke.

I only heard a lazy sentence from the other side, "Don't you don't like him? My son just listened to your old man's words and put his mind away. He doesn't want to make your old man angry."

Whoever believes is stupid.

Zuo Qiu felt that although he was old, he was not stupid.

"If you care about my feelings, what are you doing to provoke Song Jianzhuang?"

It's better to guard Song Ningke.

If Song Ningke is restless, Zuo Qiu can deal with it in time.

But with Song Jianzhuang's identity and methods, could he easily knock people down?

Obviously not possible.

Long Yan grinned, revealing a mouthful of dazzling white teeth. "Who told him to be painful."

If these words fell into the ears of Song Jianzhuang, he would die of joy.

It's a pity that these words fell into the ears of Mr. Zuo, who just wanted to vomit blood.

Although his son's current temperament suits his appetite, emotional matters still give him headaches.

"If you don't want to see me, I don't care."

Long Yan said that he was not in a hurry, and he just had to endure it for a few more months.

Maybe he will have to fight wits and courage with others when he goes out, and turn against each other

It means not seeing Song Jianzhuang for half a year, so it's not a big deal.

For Long Yan, half a year is very short, I'm afraid that an old man who is dissatisfied with his desires will go crazy because of it.

Who told the two of them to eat half meat together, Song Jianzhuang often didn't know how to be satisfied.

If I can't touch any fishy smell for half a year, I'm afraid I can't bear it.

"See you when?"

The old man gritted his teeth and gave in.

In order to let his son relax the tense nerves under high pressure, he reluctantly turned a blind eye to this relationship, and at worst, he would make plans later.

Long Yan said: "It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day, just today."

Song Jianzhuang never expected that he would be able to see him within 24 hours after the recording was delivered to Long Yan.

When the Zuo family came to pick him up, he was still in a daze.

Relieved, he suppressed his joy and calmly got into the car sent by the Zuo family.

After driving for a few minutes, the person in the car suddenly handed him a black blindfold.

"This is the rule, I hope Mr. Song can take the initiative to cooperate."

The place they are going to now is the century-old important place of the Zuo family, and non-core personnel are not eligible to enter.

As an outsider, Song Jianzhuang, who is still in power in a hostile family, naturally had to be blindfolded to enter.

Song Jianzhuang had no worries, so he just put it on.

As long as you can see people, wearing a blindfold is nothing.

The waiting time is very long, it takes two or three hours.

Long Yan had nothing to do, so he squatted by the flowerbed with the old man to take care of flowers and plants, waiting for Song Jianzhuang who was still on the way.

Young Master Long is inexplicably proficient in cooking flowers and plants, so proficient that he has a strange reluctance, obviously he has never done this before.

"why are you laughing?"

While mumbling in doubt, Master Long only heard 886, who hadn't spoken for a long time, let out a short laugh.

[Cough, no, it's nothing, I just thought of some fun things and couldn't help it. 】

886, who found that the sound was not blocked, quickly explained.

It does come up with some interesting pictures, and it's still about Long Yan's past.

886 clearly remembered that Long Yan had a history of cooking flowers and plants in his memory.

At that time, Long Yan was still a baby dragon, the appearance of a child.

Xiao Longzhang likes to find people to fight arrogantly when he has nothing to do, and the devilish energy he unintentionally emits will hurt some innocent spirit flowers and grasses.

For this reason, Xiao Longmao would be punished every time by a male of the Phoenix tribe named Feng Zhuo, who asked Xiaolongmao to take care of the spirit flowers and grasses in his sea of ​​flowers, and had to apologize to them one by one.

Because he couldn't beat him, and he had to take care of the white tiger beside the phoenix, the reluctant cub Xiaolongmai had no choice but to do so aggrievedly.

Afterwards, he still caused trouble everywhere, and was threatened and punished by the Phoenix, or brutally hanged and beaten by the White Tiger.

Xiao Longzheng can be described as unbeatable and cute.

Because the memories analyzed at that time were intermittent, 886 didn't know everything. The most pictures it saw were some naughty daily life of Long Yan when he was a child.

A group of "people" are playing and fighting, warm and interesting.

It's a pity that in the last fragmentary memory, Fenghuang and Baihu died one after another for unknown reasons.

Long Yan, who had just grown up, was sealed in the abyss by his enemy's sister, who was also his childhood playmate, together with others in hatred, and fell into a deep sleep for tens of thousands of years.

The seal has been fragile for a long time, allowing Long Yan to regain his freedom.

The re-emerged Demon Dragon has nothing but hatred for the death of Baihu and Phoenix.

Long Yan always disliked the two male white tiger and male phoenix who were not his biological parents at all.

Always yelling that when he refines all the inherited powers in adulthood, he will swallow them all in his stomach.

In fact, he has long regarded them as family members in his heart and planned them in his small circle.

Anyone who dares to touch his family will kill him.

The funny thing is, in the end it was the person he cared about who hurt the person he cared about.

In the end, he was the only one alone guarding the memories of the past and sleeping for thousands of years.

After finally waking up to take revenge, he finally said to his playmate, "Master Long, you really plan to kill your sister Ziying", which made her feel dazed.

Because of this, he was successfully attacked by others, and his soul body fell to other planes.

Long Yan's soul body could have returned quickly, but who knew that it would be captured by 886 and bound forcibly.

Lost memory and was trapped in the mission world, not to mention, he was also targeted by the fifth prince who had a completely different style of painting from him.

It can be said that there are constant twists and turns, and life is rough.

Ever since seeing Master Long's memories, 886 has maintained subtle sympathy for him.

But now it can't reveal any key information to him.

Long Yan, who had no idea that 886 was lamenting his memory, heard that the old man Song was coming, so he washed his hands and walked towards the door amidst the old man's cold snort.

From a distance, he saw a man wearing a blindfold being led over.

Before the other party could say that he could take off the blindfold, Long Yan took the opportunity to wave his hand to make these people disappear, don't get in the way.

No one led the way, so Song Jianzhuang had to stay where he was.

He could hear footsteps leaving, and someone standing in front of him, seemingly looking at him constantly.

Song Jianzhuang was not used to being in a passive situation, so he wanted to reach out and take off the blindfold that blocked his vision.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, he was stopped by someone.

Long Yan saw the man pursing his lips and tentatively asking, "Zuo Ji?"

He didn't answer, just holding the hand that was stopped by him.

The man hesitated for a few seconds and held it back.

His fingers squeezed into his perennially cold fingers, and they were fastened firmly.

Although Song Jianzhuang couldn't see it, he could smell the smell of Long Yan that he liked but couldn't describe.

It is 100% sure that the person who refuses to speak is Long Yan himself.

When Long Yan is angry, he will subconsciously emit suffocating magic energy, and when he is proud of doing bad things, he will also emit magic energy. The same is true when he is extremely excited.

Now the evil spirit that Song Jianzhuang smelled came from Young Master Long, besides being happy, he also wanted to have some bad intentions.

Through the blindfold, he said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time, so can't you give me a greeting?"

Don't let him see it, at least give him something sweet to taste.

After Long Xiaoye pondered, he slowly approached, keeping their faces at a distance of two fingers.

He no longer refused to lean forward a centimeter, and continued to remain silent.

The breathing of both sides is entangled at this moment, Song Jianzhuang understands in seconds.

A sweet chuckle rolled out of the man's throat, he quickly closed the remaining distance between him and the person opposite, and kissed him accurately.

Take it yourself.

As long as the candy is sweet enough, whoever cares if it is snatched or delivered to your door?