Huh? Hua Baishi finally stopped and began to look up and down at his stinky son again. He said casually: Are you dreaming?
Huh? The young man was caught off guard by this question and couldn't figure his head out for a moment.
Whose girl would be so blind to fall in love with you? As she spoke, Hua Baishi lifted up the large and small bluestones at the bottom of the vat again.
Don't get excited, listen to me first. The playboy's survival drive is extremely powerful, and he keeps spitting out whatever is in his mouth: My girl Xinyi is the courtesan sister.
When these words came out, Hua Gong himself didn't react. But since he had already said it, it was hard to take it back. After all, his father was still holding a piece of bluestone in his hand.
Hearing this, Hua Baishi gave up on beating the playboy for the time being. His son actually had someone he liked, and he was also an oiran in a brothel, so he had quite his own style. However, just because of his identity as an oiran,
If you really marry someone, you will probably be laughed at to death.
Of course, his son has already become the laughing stock of Liangcheng in Quanbei Province, so he doesn't care about the ridicule. If he were not afraid that his son would not find a partner, how could Hua Baishi deceive Liu Haifeng? Their family
Who can appreciate that daughter?
Hua Baishi fell into deep thought, and images of his son's glorious marriage kept popping up in his mind. At that time, he would have to call Old Man Liu over for a wedding banquet, and show off to him to see if he dared to say anything.
No one wants his son.
As she thought about it, Hua Baishi giggled, as if she was happier than she was getting married.
Hua Gongzi stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Hua Baishi's eyes, and found that Hua Baishi didn't respond at all. In this case, how could he escape if he didn't slip away now? So, Hua Gongzi walked away in a swaggering way right in front of his father's eyes.
After a long time, Hua Baishi came out of his deep thoughts and remembered to ask about the marriage of his prodigal son. But when he took a closer look, there was no trace of his stinky son anywhere.
Hua Gongzi hurried to the room angrily, thinking in his mind that Wu Zheng and Luochen were not loyal enough. Of course, there was no one to blame for the anger. Today I saw Luochen's sword again, so I still don't want to give up on Luochen.
Okay. In that case, only Wu Zheng can bully him.
The playboy rolled up his sleeves, moved his hands and feet, and was ready. Then, he kicked a big foot directly on the door panel, and the door opened. Then, the playboy's shouting voice came in: Wu Zheng, come out.
However, Playboy suddenly realized a problem. Wu Zheng seemed to have moved to the next door to sleep. So, the person sleeping in this room should be. Thinking of this, Playboy swallowed. If his guess was correct, this
There should have been some curses coming out.
Get out. Sure enough, Mo Han's loud voice rushed out from inside and hit the playboy directly in the face.
Wherever the playboy dared to stay, he ran away, taking small steps that were so fast. After a while, the playboy came back at a trot, closed the door that he had forgotten to close, and then trotted to the next door.
Just a few steps away, the playboy was already sweating profusely. As soon as he entered the room, he felt a blast of air-conditioning and quickly found a chair to sit down.
Wu Zheng was not asleep at this time. He was lying on the bed and looking at the deflated playboy with a smile. Naturally, the playboy couldn't
Xu, immediately returned a look, meaning you can experience it yourself.
In the early morning of the next day, Wu Zheng was awakened by a loud noise. When he opened his eyes, it was already bright outside. He stretched as usual, and then got dressed. The playboy didn't call him, so he didn't know him at this moment.
Where have you been wandering?
Luochen was quite honest now, but he was sneaking around the desk alone. Wu Zheng walked over curiously, and unexpectedly found that this guy was actually writing.
Although Luochen's hand holding the pen was still shaking a little, at least the posture was correct. This guy's learning ability is actually pretty good. At the very least, Wu Zheng saw the words written by Luochen as soon as he thought of this.
The next moment, Wu Zheng's face couldn't help but twitch, and the idea he had just given up was immediately dismissed. He really thought highly of Luochen, so he could call it when he wrote it?
Wu Zheng looked uncomfortable and said helplessly: Let me teach you.
No. Luochen shook his head and refused, without even looking at Wu Zheng.
Why, you don’t believe me? Wu Zheng said unconvinced. Even if his handwriting is not good-looking, it is more than enough to teach this guy.
Take a look at what Luochen wrote. It doesn't look like his name, but it has the meaning of an ink painting. If he had to give it a name, it should be called a picture of a chicken pecking at rice.
Just as Wu Zheng was thinking about it, the familiar voice of Young Master sounded outside the door: Come out and watch the show.
Watching a show? Wu Zheng raised his eyebrows and decided to go. Anyway, he never thought it was a big deal to watch the show.
Just as Wu Zheng took a step forward, he turned back and asked, "Aren't you going?"
Luochen was speechless, but he didn't seem to be interested. Wu Zheng shrugged, let him practice blindly here and see what he can do.
Young Master Hua grabbed Wu Zheng's hand and walked non-stop to the door of the mansion. Wu Zheng was a little confused and asked as he walked: What show are you watching?
I don’t know, the housekeeper said that someone was looking for me. The handsome man didn’t explain it in detail and just left such a sentence.
Why did the housekeeper ask you to take me here? Wu Zheng asked again, but this time the playboy did not answer.
The closer he got to the gate of the mansion, the louder the noise became, which made Wu Zheng become more and more confused. But looking at Young Master Hua’s appearance, he probably wouldn’t be able to figure out the reason. Come to think of it, Young Master Hua might not know it himself.
Bar.
At this time, outside the door of the house, a young man was holding a big knife in his hand. His dark skin looked even more sinister. And there was a pair of squinty eyes that would have been ignored if you didn't blink.
Behind him, stood a group of people who looked like juniors. Like the young man, they were all holding big swords and showing evil looks on their faces.
The old housekeeper and a few servants blocked the door and prevented these people from entering. Just kidding, a bunch of gangsters want to enter Hua's house. What do they think Hua's house is?
Today, I, I, I want to meet the young master of your Hua Mansion. Let me see who, who, dares to stop me. The young man carried a big knife, pinched his waist and said boldly. But this stumbling way of speaking made it difficult for him to stop me.
The murderous aura dissipated instantly.
Are you brave? People like you can enter our Hua Mansion? The old butler will not give in at all. He can't sympathize with the other person just because he is a jerk. It is really difficult to be a butler, and you have to treat everyone equally.
Me, me, who am I? The young man stammered for a long time before finally uttering the last few words.
How do I know? The old housekeeper looked at the group of gangsters in front of him with an indifferent look, and none of them liked him. This young man with a stumbling tone still has some strength, but he is only in the realm of chaos. As for the rest
, then it is simply a mob.
I, I, I don’t care, call, call, call your young master out. The young man’s face turned red and he almost couldn’t breathe.
Wu Zheng happened to follow Mr. Hua over at this time. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help laughing. It was the first time for Wu Zheng to see such a top-notch person. He could choke himself to death by talking. Listening to this young man's words, he was the same.
I sweat a lot.
You, you, why are you laughing? The young man was not happy, and a look of anger arose on his face.
I, I, I'm not laughing at anything. Wu Zheng imitated the young man's behavior and stumbled.
You, you, you are not allowed to imitate my speech. The young man stared at his little eyes and stuttered again.
Wu Zheng still wanted to learn, but Young Master Hua patted him on the shoulder and stopped him. Only then did the young man notice the existence of Young Master Hua. With a look of grief and anger on his face, he raised his sword and shouted: You, you, you are that one
spendthrift.
The playboy scratched his head. Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help it. He said the word "you" three times in a row, which shows the degree of emphasis.
Yes, I am that handsome prodigal son in Yushu. As he spoke, the playboy shook his black hair and smiled charmingly.
At that moment, Wu Zheng's stomach was churning, and he thought to himself, could this guy be any more shameless? No, he was going to vomit. Fortunately, he didn't eat in the morning, otherwise he would have to vomit it all out, which would be a waste of food.
Fart, fart, fart, you are not as handsome as this young master. The young man spat and said boldly.
This time, Wu Zheng really couldn't stand it anymore. He held his stomach and started retching. The playboy was actually pretty handsome, and it was understandable that he was a little narcissistic. But the monster in front of him was a bit crazy.
Come on. Is he blind? Or, this person simply has a problem with aesthetics.
The playboy didn't reply. It would be very ungraceful to be with such an idiot. Tell me, why are you looking for me? The playboy is straightforward. Being with this idiot is a waste of time, even worse than Wu Zheng.
I, I, I want to beat you.
Beat me? The playboy raised his eyebrows and said to himself that he had never bullied fools or idiots before, so why did he suddenly come out and say that he wanted to beat himself up?
Have I beaten you? Playboy asked tentatively. He may have beaten too many people and cannot remember.
The young man shook his head, and just as he was about to speak, the young man quickly interrupted: Just shake your head, there is no need to speak. The young man was really afraid that he would learn to stutter after listening for too long.
No, no, no, I, I, I will say it.
The playboy sighed helplessly. He felt a little headache after listening to this guy talk. He went back to find a storyteller and listened to the storytelling carefully, so as not to be unable to speak and stumbling in the future.