Tian Languang has been in a daze all day. From time to time, his hands will be like claws, clawing at the empty air in front of him, and then his eyes will be dull, frightening Yuan Jia and Yuan Yi who are following him.
Not light.
Is this caused by chicken essence or something?
When he returned home in the evening, Tian Languang still hadn't figured it out. When he was eating, he held chopsticks in one hand and bit it, and a fat white steamed bun in the other hand, pinching it left and pulling it right. Mr. Tian was so angry that he wanted to use chopsticks.
Beat him. He hasn't learned well all day long and does this kind of misunderstanding. Does he still look like the second young master of their Tian family?
Without eating much, Tian Languang returned to his yard in a daze, looked down at his hands, and then asked his servant for two vegetable buns, holding them in his hands.
Tian Lanqing also finished her meal and went back to her yard to take a refreshing shower.
The weather is getting hotter, and the water in Tianfu is about to suffer again. Fortunately, the water Tianfu uses daily is diverted from the mountains not far away. Otherwise, if the weather is hot like Tian Lanqing's, the water will suffer.
The guy who takes five or six baths a day wastes water at such a rate that the servants in his yard have to fetch water all day long until they collapse?
After taking a shower, I remembered that there were some things at my bank that were related to the silk shop, and I had to go and talk to Lan Guang. He was wearing a loose white shirt, with his hair hanging slightly damp behind his back, and he took a walk to Tian Languang's yard.
As soon as he entered the house, Tian Lanqing frowned when he saw Tian Languang sitting stupidly at the table, holding two vegetable buns in his hands.
"Lan Guang, what are you doing?"
When Tian Languang heard the voice, he was pulled back from his thoughts that had drifted to the horizon. He looked at his eldest brother blankly, and then moved his eyes to the snow-white clothes on his eldest brother's chest.
He stood up and walked towards Tian Lanqing, throwing away the vegetable bun in his hand.
"!!!" Tian Lanqing's eyes widened, and her face suddenly turned green when she saw Tian Languang's two shiny hands grabbing her chest.
"Ouch!" Tian Languang was kicked aside mercilessly by his elder brother in the next second.
"Are you my brother? Such a cruel kick!" Yuan Jia and Yuan Yi hurriedly stepped forward to help their master up. Tian Lan touched his buttocks, as if his mind was finally awakened by such a kick from his elder brother.
Tian Lanqing frowned and looked down, and there were two more oil spots on her chest.
"It's so dirty." Tian Lanqing turned around and walked out, saying as he walked: "I'll change my clothes and come back to you. You'd better be normal then!"
Tian Lanqing hurried back to her yard with an unbearable look on her face, while Tian Languang, who transformed into a breast-grabbing maniac, tilted his head and began to study his own hands again.
"The grip feels different? What exactly is going on?"
Not more than a moment later, Tian Lanqing came back. As soon as he entered the door, he glared at Tian Languang, and then made sure that he was no longer holding the vegetable buns in his hands, and that they were clean and free of oil stains.
Sit next to him.
"Brother, do you think there are any men with...that kind of hair?" Tian Languang felt someone sitting down across the table, raised his head and asked.
Tian Lanqing looked up at him expressionlessly: "Which one?"
Tian Languang stretched out his two chicken claws anxiously and scratched the front: "That's it! The one only women have!"
Tian Lanqing's heart skipped a beat, and then her gaze suddenly became dangerous: "Whose breast did you grab?"
Tian Languang was still confused in his heart, and did not notice that the aura around his eldest brother had begun to change.
