Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

I was caught stealing a painting by the owner. What should I do? Waiting online urgently! !

Shen Junhuai felt his face getting hot and he wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Nanfeng squatted down, picked up the book, and lovingly patted the dust on it. He said seriously, "Huaibao's drawing is great. If you tell me next time you draw, I can make a good pose."

Unexpectedly, but within reason, Shen Junhuai smiled and the discomfort of being caught instantly disappeared. His Nan Nan was such a gentle and considerate person.

Nan Feng held the notebook in one hand and held Shen Junhuai's hand in the other, and walked upstairs. "We are going to Taverns today, so we don't need to dress formally. I still need to find a good match for Huaibao."

Shen Junhuai nodded obediently, "I'll listen, Nannan."

So good, Nanfeng felt like his heart was touched, so cute, I want to... (Doing)

Back in the bedroom, Nanfeng opened the wardrobe. Most of it was filled with Shen Junhuai's clothes, mostly traditional Chinese style shirts. Nanfeng's own suits and other things were moved to the cloakroom that Ms. Lan had renovated for him next door. There were also Shen Junhuai's clothes there.

"What style does Huaibao want to wear..."

Nanfeng and Shen Junhuai picked and chose a set of black and white clothes that looked like a couple. Nanfeng's was a casual suit, and Shen Junhuai's was still a traditional Chinese style shirt.

After packing up, drive to the appointment

Taverns, the largest 8+1 restaurant in South City, is said to be owned by a high-ranking official. It is a breath of fresh air, filled with people who simply come to party and drink 8+1. Everyone knows what is going on and dares not cause any trouble.

Those who can come here are all well-known people in South City. Ordinary people can only try some fresh food at the outdoor terrace, and it depends on whether they have enough money in their pockets. Sometimes, if they are lucky enough and the boss is in a good mood, they can drink the boss's special 8+1 at a very preferential price. But so far, only ten people have tasted it, and they all praised it highly.

The crowded open-air stage is playing exciting music and everyone is dancing to the rhythm.

Someone at the edge noticed a limited edition sports car parked at the door. Its body lines were smooth and it shone with dazzling light, attracting many people who were still on the terrace.

The driver's door was opened, and the man was wearing a black casual suit, simple yet elegant.

The tailoring of the suit is just right, fitting his figure, showing his upright posture, his face is picturesque, his features are as delicate as if they were carved out, his beautiful peach blossom eyes are full of unique charm, his nose is straight, and his thin lips are accompanied by a faint smile, showing the owner's good mood.

Everyone thinks this face is stunning. No wonder some people say that they are the biological sons of Nuwa, while others are just mud spots thrown out.

But why does this person look so familiar? Everyone is wondering

"Isn't this the young master of the Nan family? I think I've seen his photo. He's even more handsome in person."

"I was wondering why he looked so familiar. He's back home now."

"I heard he came back for someone. I saw him on a certain blog recently and he seemed to be cooking like he was raising a child. His tone was so doting."

"I've seen it too! I've been following him for a long time. I really want to see what someone like this man looks like."

"........."

Many people were whispering below, and even some of the people dancing on the stage were attracted by the sight.

Under the gaze of everyone, Nan Feng, who was being worshipped as a god, walked to the passenger seat, opened the door, and used his hands to block the roof of the car to prevent the people inside from hitting their heads.

Everyone looked towards the passenger seat, wondering who this person was. How could the young master of the Dragon Head family in South City open the car door himself? What a great honor!

As expected, the faces of the boys who came down made people wonder if they were really the mud spots thrown down by the Creator.

The boy's skin is as white as snow, delicate and smooth, his hair is black and shiny, and the front hair is softly placed on his forehead, making him look like a little rabbit who has just entered the world, simple and beautiful.

She is wearing the most popular limited edition Chinese style shirt, which is mainly white, giving people a fresh and elegant feeling.

White is the background color, and black lines outline the delicate pattern, which looks like an ink painting, full of artistic sense. The collar and cuffs of the shirt are trimmed with black, which not only adds a sense of layering, but also makes it look more refined.

The shirt is made of soft silk, which feels smooth and delicate. The luster of silk also makes the shirt more noble and elegant. It is paired with a pair of black drop-leg pants.

When the two of them stand together, people can't feel jealous at all, because they have been completely KOed. One, they can't compare with the family background, two, they can't compare with the education, three, they can't compare with the appearance, and four, they can't compare with the strength. They are completely beaten.

"Is this the young master of the Shen family? I heard he was seriously ill, but he doesn't look too bad now."

"You are truly ignorant. The upper class has long known that the child raised by the Nan family's young master is the Shen family's young master. I heard that he has moved in with his family and has met his parents."

"…………What, meeting the parents?"

"………………What, getting married?"

"What?! They both have a child?!"

The rumors became more and more outrageous. Little Stone cracked melon seeds, listened to the gossip, and then laughed out loud, "Handsome brother, the rest of your life has been decided by these people, hahahahaha"

Nan Feng frowned. It was too noisy here. He didn't expect that there would be so many people in the 8+1 Hall, and they were all outside. He had never been here before, so he would have gone to another place.

Nan Feng looked at the people around him and lowered his head slightly. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why don't you go back to the car and let me tell them to move to another place?"

Shen Junhuai suppressed his confused thoughts and shook his head. Although he was still not used to such crowded occasions, he had to admit that Nanfeng was a really good psychologist. He felt much better than before.

"Let's go, Nannan"

Shen Junhuai had spoken, so Nanfeng had no choice but to ask the waiter who came to greet them to lead them to the private room.

This place is famous for its excellent sound insulation. As soon as you enter the house, the noise outside is instantly isolated, without a trace of movement.

The private rooms are furnished with high-quality wooden tables and chairs, which emit a light wood fragrance and make people feel particularly comfortable. The walls of the 8+1 Hall are hung with exquisite paintings, most of which depict natural scenery, making people feel as if they are in nature.

There are retro chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, which emit soft light and make people feel particularly warm. There are some green plants in the corner, which add a bit of comfort and freshness to the pub. The interior decoration of the whole pub is elegant, making people feel particularly comfortable.

The designers here have great taste and are very attentive.

The paintings hanging on the wall were all painted by famous people. Shen Junhuai looked at them with some interest, a little absorbed, but he never let go of Nanfeng's hand.

This made Nanfeng feel relieved. It seemed that he had not been raised in vain and had not been forgotten for other things.

The waiter put the tablet for ordering on the table and told him to just press the bell. The other two guests quickly returned.

Nan Feng was looking at paintings with the young master, so he didn't notice how a waiter could know when the guests arrived.

"Nannan, scenery" Shen Junhuai's eyes light up every time he sees a painting he likes, like a child who is eager to show his favorite item to an adult.

Nan Feng is always attracted by the young master's appearance. He is so cute. "Very beautiful. Huaibao's paintings are also very beautiful. When the exhibition starts, more people will like Huaibao's paintings."

Shen Junhuai nodded proudly, took Nanfeng's arm and pulled him to sit down and order something.

Just as they finished ordering, the door was pushed open.

Is it that doctor? Shen Junhuai tilted his head. He had only seen the doctor's eyes and half of his face before, so he was not sure.

The man's face was as gentle as jade, with a faint smile, which was different from Nanfeng's smile that did not reach his eyes. He was really smiling from the heart, and his eyes were always filled with kindness.

This look reminded Shen Junhuai of a sentence.

"A gentleman is as gentle as jade, a gentleman without equal in the world" is indeed a gentleman of modesty.

"Sorry, the road is a bit congested." The man's voice was clear and pleasant.

After Mu Yu came in, Nan Feng glanced at the person hiding by the door frame who was afraid to come out, but ignored him and drank the water that the waiter had just poured. He had no choice but to prepare water before ordering anything.

Shen Junhuai rarely saw Nanfeng being so indifferent to someone, and he was a little curious about who the person with only a wisp of dark green hair showing through the door frame was.

Seeing that no one followed him in, Mu Yu said helplessly, "Han Xiaosheng, get in here!"

The man who was called came in step by step, which allowed Shen Junhuai to see his appearance clearly. How to describe it? He had a very arrogant face with clear contours, as if it was cut by a knife and an axe, and he exuded a cold aura.

His thick eyebrows were slightly raised, as if announcing his unruly and arrogant nature to the world. His deep eyes were filled with ruthlessness, as if meeting his gaze would provoke him to come up and beat you up.

His skin was slightly dark, adding a bit of wildness. His dark green hair was casually scattered on his forehead, swaying gently with his movements. This was an unforgettable face, a unique face in the world.

If you can ignore the fact that he looks like a little wife at the moment, you might think he is not easy to mess with just by standing there.

"Shen..." Before he could even say the name, Nanfeng glared at him and he pursed his lips in grievance, not daring to speak.

"Virtue" Mu Yu murmured softly while watching from the side. Although it was his own puppy, who said it was raised by someone else?

Shen Junhuai had been blocked by the south wind. Only when Han Sheng came in did he see his appearance clearly. His eyes widened, "Young Master?!"

It was so surprising that Han Sheng blurted out before he could even stop talking.

Mu Yu held his forehead and moved away from him, otherwise he would be splashed with red.

Sure enough, the next second, Han Sheng suddenly cried out. He was a big and strong man, but he was forced to look delicate. He touched his swollen head and asked Mu Yu for comfort.

Mu Yu had no choice but to comfort a certain puppy, "Huhu, it doesn't hurt, oh"

Nan Feng retracted his hand, then took the cup and swirled the water inside. His voice was so cold that it could freeze a person to death. "You are not allowed to leave your post without permission. Do you know your crime, Handan Sheng?"

Han Sheng wanted to speak but he looked at Shen Junhuai and didn't dare to speak.

Nanfeng took out a pair of headphones from his pocket, adjusted the volume himself, and then said to Shen Junhuai before putting them on, "Huaibao, I need to discuss something with this person. Can you listen to some music or watch a lecture?"

The tone was so gentle as if she was afraid of melting Shen Junhuai, which made people think of the cold face she had just now.

The little stone turned into a spirit and sat on the edge of the table, swinging his legs. He looked at Han Sheng, who was in a daze, and shook his head calmly. His little hair also swayed back and forth. "Just get used to it. We deserve this double-standard handsome brother. Honey, remember to give him a good review."

Shen Junhuai has always been well-behaved. He also knew that Nanfeng wanted to talk about serious matters and he didn't want to waste time, so he put on headphones to watch something on his phone. It was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to not hear their whispers, nor would it make his ears ring.

After helping Shen Junhuai put his clothes on the back of the chair, Nanfeng leaned back and gestured calmly to Han Sheng to continue.

After holding it in for a long time, Han Sheng finally managed to speak, "Shen... Boss!" He couldn't change his words, but when he saw the south wind that could freeze people to death, he immediately changed his words.

Nan Feng then slowly withdrew his gaze and played with the young master's slender and beautiful fingers.

"Boss, it was those old guys who asked me to come and talk to you." Han Sheng looked a little disdainful when he mentioned those old guys.

"The evils of the Abyss began to devour each other and grow stronger. At the beginning... Ouch..." Han Sheng didn't finish his words. He was pinched by his baby and looked at him puzzledly. When he saw Mu Yu's eyes, he remembered that the incident was a taboo of Nan Feng.

Mu Yu was so impressed by this little fool that he had to speak for him, "The spirits guarding the realm failed to perform their duties, allowing some evil to sneak out of the realm, and even some evil to merge into the small plane. What exactly will become of it is just like what you see now. The original plot has become fragmented and completely different."

"Evil will evoke the darkness and desire deep in a person's heart. He also contributed to the collapse of the plane. This is the real reason why those old guys insisted on asking you to come out of retirement."

"Perhaps his soul is preparing to wake up." Mu Yu glanced at Shen Junhuai who was concentrating on his phone.

Nan Feng's fingertips trembled, and he woke up...

The tone of "how long will it take" is an expectation that he himself has never noticed

Mu Yu held down Han Sheng, who was about to speak. "His soul is too badly damaged. Even if he wakes up, it will only last for a moment. He needs the nourishment of the small world. All you have to do is ensure that he can live safely in the small world."

"Then just like he believes in you, believe that he will work hard to fulfill your agreement and return to your side. Just wait." Mu Yu said nothing. He knew how much the fairy world paid for this matter. He was just trying his best to comfort the person in front of him.

Because once he loses control, the three thousand small worlds, including the fairy world, may not be able to calm his anger. The person who can calm Nanfeng's anger with just one sentence has already lost his soul.

Only a trace of soul remains as Nanfeng's thought for thousands of years. Isn't it a shackle for Nanfeng? However, someone voluntarily puts on the iron chain and traps himself in the land of Fangmu...

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This is laying the groundwork to explain why some plots are different. They are not just inexplicable paragraphs. They all have deep meanings. You will be tested on them in the future, so take good notes!