Yang Qian stood at the cell door and listened to the grunting coming from the cell.
He looked at the young man lying flat on the couch with a bulging belly and an obvious chin on his neck.
After Yang Qian looked at it carefully for a long time, he turned his head and looked at Manager Chen beside him.
"...Are you sure this fat guy is Changsun Wuji?"
Manager Chen took a look and nodded with certainty. "That's him. When I first saw him, the eldest grandson had lost weight."
"The villain is worried that he will get sick, so during this period, his three meals a day will be provided by our Junzili Restaurant."
"It tastes good and drinks well for a month. If it can't grow some meat, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the reputation of our gentleman's restaurant?"
Yang Qian looked at Manager Chen who was talking seriously in front of him, and shook his head in confusion.
I just asked you to take good care of him, and I didn’t ask you to make him fat, okay?
Yang Qian turned his head and raised his chin at the prison guard. The prison guard quickly opened the cell door eagerly and shouted.
"Little Master, Young Master Yang is here."
In his dream, Changsun Wuji saw his lovely sister Wujia, who was still so cute and adorable.
I saw her sweet smile, but her smile was not for her brother.
Instead, she was facing a young man who was holding her little hand. The young man's appearance was unclear.
Because he was wearing a hat with a white gauze curtain, and on the white gauze that covered his face, there were two Chinese calligraphy written with flying dragons and phoenixes: Yang Qian...
Just when Changsun Wuji ran forward desperately, trying to grab his sister, he heard the cry from the prison guard.
Changsun Wuji slowly opened his eyes and subconsciously reached out to touch the book he was holding before falling asleep, but he only touched his soft belly full of fat.
The book has already fallen on the couch. Damn it, I didn't expect that a descendant of the martial arts family would not only have meat on my thighs, but also my belly would be full of fat.
"Are you Changsun Wuji, the son of Changsun Sheng?" A strange and magnetic voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
Changsun Wuji raised his head and saw an elegant young man who was slightly more handsome than himself and slightly thinner than himself. He was dressed in rich clothes and robes, and his face was like a crown jewel.
"Exactly, you are... Young Master Yang Qian?" Changsun Wuji asked with some uncertainty.
"Yes, I am Yang Qian." Yang Qian nodded and said matter-of-factly.
"Where is my sister Wuju?"
Changsun Wuji quickly lifted up Hu Li and plucked out the hair that he had not taken care of for a long time, and looked around nervously.
"I don't know if she is your sister. If you ask my roommate Yang Wuniang, she is indeed very good. She can eat, sleep, play and laugh."
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Changsun Wuji couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but he quickly calmed down and spoke logically.
"You! It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, but I believe that if my sister sees me, she will definitely be able to recognize my brother."
Yang Qian looked at him, and he felt vaguely similar to Yang Wugou.
Hmm... The main reason is that this young man is a bit fat, and although his clothes are very clean, his face is really not that clean.
What's more, the tangled weed-like hair on his head makes it really difficult to focus on his appearance.
"Then tell me first, what are the characteristics of your sister, or in other words, can you describe your sister's appearance in detail."
Changsun Wuji also noticed Yang Qian's gaze, and raised his hand to smooth his knotted hair in embarrassment, but his words were extremely confident.
"If Mr. Yang can provide me with a paper smile, Wuji can draw the little girl's appearance. Then Mr. Yang will naturally know if I am a liar."
Ha... Yang Qian looked at this Changsun Wuji, whose appearance was really detrimental to the appearance of Xingze County. It was really difficult to connect him with the famous historical official of the Zhenguan Dynasty of the Tang Dynasty.
"Okay, but outside of that, you, um, you'd better wash up first.
Du Fuwei, you and Fu Gongyou will wait until the eldest grandson has finished washing and dressing up, and then take him to Junzili Restaurant."
Exactly half an hour later, Yang Qian, who was enjoying fried chicken in the private room on the second floor of Junzijiu Restaurant, finally saw the brand-new Changsun Wuji.
Looking at the delicacies placed on the table, Changsun Wuji couldn't help but swallow.
What a shame, why have I been hungry so fast since I arrived in Xingze?
I just had two big meat buns and a bowl of porridge for breakfast this morning, and it's not even noon yet.
Smelling the aroma of fried chicken, Changsun Wuji felt that the glutton in his belly was starting to stir up again.
But fortunately, the motivation to find his biological sister made him work hard to turn his attention to Yang Qian.
"There is paper and pen here, Mr. Changsun, please." Yang Qian raised his finger and pointed to the side.
Yang Qian stood beside the writing desk and watched as Changsun Wuji picked up the brush and began to flexibly swing the tip of the brush to draw round lines.
Soon, the outline of a little girl gradually appeared...
Yang Qian watched quietly, but Zhili beside him had his eyes widened. "Master..."
Yang Qian glared at Zhili who was about to speak. At this point, Yang Qian was already sure.
If nothing else, Changsun Wuji's painting skills are very impressive.
Moreover, the little girl he wrote was exactly the same as the Wu Gou whom he first met that day.
However, the smile of the little girl in his paintings looks so sweet.
Just like the cute little Wu Kuan he is now, instead of the lifeless expression of Wu Kuan when he first met her.
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"Please also ask Mr. Yang to tell Wuji that little Madam Yang Wugou looks like this?"
Putting down his pen with satisfaction, Changsun Wuji, who was quite confident in his painting skills, stood up and asked Yang Qian.
Yang Qian did not give a direct answer, but motioned to Zhili beside him to put the painting away first.
"Whether she is your sister or not, we will not discuss this issue for now.
What happened to you and why you were separated from your sister? I need to know the whole process..."
Changsun Wuji, who was sitting opposite Yang Qian, nodded. Thinking about the past, a look of sadness appeared on his fat and white face.
With a solemn expression, he told the story of why he, his mother Gao, and his younger sister Wugou left home, and the scene when they arrived in the Fengqiu area and were attacked.
Listening to the narration of the former Changsun Wuji, Yang Qian showed no expression and just listened quietly.
Although, it is 100% certain that he is sister Wu Gu's biological brother.
However, Yang Qian was reluctant to treat her as his own sister, so Wu Guo, who gradually escaped the shadow of separation between life and death, sent her away.
However, Yang Qian also knew that he could not prevent the reunion of their brother and sister.
"Although you drew a portrait and the things you described seem very sympathetic, I am not completely sure that you are Wu Gu's biological brother."
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(The following number of words is free) Is it impossible for the cute little Wujiu to leave the old Yang family? (′???)?, um. Thank you to the book friends Yang Qian dared to ask the little sister her name for your support. Thank you to the book friends for your subscription.
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