It's hard to be a prodigal

Jiang Zong thought the hall was noisy, so he went to the private room on the second floor alone.

Mother pushed Mr. Shen Huan upstairs, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Didn't you see that Master Zong is in a bad mood? Why don't you go up to serve him! The first night that Master Zong bought you, it was the blessing you cultivated in your previous life, so go secretly and enjoy yourself!" Well, what else do you choose from such a good-looking customer?"

Mr. Shen Huan let out a breath as if resigning to his fate, and slowly went up to the second floor.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, Jiang Zong sat by the window, the setting sun passed through the window lattice, and a golden line traced the handsome outline to trace the profile of the beauty.

Looking at the sky, Hongyan's eyes are empty and boring, and his deep eyes are older than Jiang Zong's, and his loneliness is written in his eyes.

Ordinary turned sideways, but Mr. Shen Huan stood at the door for a long while, almost dumbfounded.

He quietly closed the carved wooden door, walked to Jiang Zong, made a cup of tea himself, and the tea splashed on Jiang Zong's clothes, he could clearly see the displeasure between Jiang Zong's brows, this man must be very nice when he smiles , but gloomy and disturbing.

"Slave, I, I'm being rude..." Shen Huan unskillfully said the self-proclaimed boy often used, and bowed to wipe the water stains on the hem of Jiang Zong's clothes.

Jiang Zong crossed his legs, looked at him with one hand on his chin, and said impatiently, "Did no one teach you to kneel when serving others?"

"Young Master..." Chen Huan froze, pursing his lips in bewilderment.

Jiang Zong suddenly grabbed Shen Huan's slender wrist, pulled him into his arms, roughly held his cheek and kissed his soft thin lips, not allowing Shen Huan to struggle, and was pushed onto the bed by Jiang Zong in a very violent manner .

Shen Huan had never seen such a posture before, he was still in a daze for a while, and the thing between his legs was grabbed and fiddled up and down.

This young master is too fierce, he didn't even do any flirting foreplay, he hugged Shen Huan directly from behind, supported his chin with one hand, pushed his thin legs with his knees, and tightly clutched Chen Huan's things with the other hand .

"Young Master...Young Master..." Shen Huan was bound tightly in his arms, unable to move, struggling more and more violently, his legs were clenched in excruciating pain, and he kept begging, "Master, it hurts! Please spare me...Master, pain……"

Jiang Zong clung to him, breathing heavily beside his neck, frowning tightly, panting in his ear.

"Shut up..." Jiang Zong covered Shen Huan's mouth, only hearing his muffled whining.

In his previous life, he bought Shen Huan back to the Jiang family compound.

Give him money, food and clothing are the most expensive things, Shen Huan didn't understand, Jiang Zong never looked at him when he was wearing elegant or pure clothes to please him, only wearing a cold and plain dark blue Jiang Zong will look more enthusiastic if he wears colored clothes, kiss him from behind, and fuck him from behind.

Like Cai just now, Jiang Zong always covered his mouth tightly, not allowing him to scream.

In his previous life, Jiang Zong was a gentle benefactor, he was not serious about bed affairs, he loved him tenderly, and he was always responsive to his requests.Shen Huan was at a loss for a while, all he thought he was beautiful was this pretty face and a god-given voice, but they became what Jiang Zong hated the most, what did Jiang Zong like in him?

Jiang Zong stretched his brows slightly, kissed the side of his neck until he reached the emotional point, gasped impatiently, and murmured a person's name in a hoarse voice while his consciousness was hazy.

Shen Huan opened his eyes wide, and his struggling body slowly stopped moving, listening to the deep panting of the handsome man behind him, and an extremely affectionate name that occasionally overflowed his teeth.

He let the man vent on himself.

In a daze, I heard Jiang Zong scolding in a low voice: "Damn, who told you to go to the north, don't come back if you want to, fuck your mother."

Young Master Jiang slept in Maple Leaf Residence until late at night, drunk in the gentle village and too lazy to go home.

Without Jiang Zong's order, Shen Huan had no choice but to accompany him silently, who knew that Jiang Zong's rough hands and low panting made Shen Huan's heart flutter. She was ready to be spoiled, but at night, her body was still weak. Stay innocent, leaving only a sticky patch on the top of the thigh.

Jiang Zong's lapel was slightly open, and a ball of paper that was randomly crumpled fell out of it. While Jiang Zong was sleeping soundly, Shen Huan quietly opened it and took a look.

It's just a handwriting, with strong handwriting and a man's style of writing, with a few words of greeting, signed with the word "Lelian".

Shen Huan came late, and he was not from Jinzhou, so he was not familiar with Lelian.

Half a month ago, Jiang Zong was wandering the streets of Beihua to see how the disaster was going, silently calculating how to buy the grain and ask for a price to get the most benefit.

But suddenly I received a letter from Jiang Heng, saying that Le Lian had returned and stayed in Jinzhou for a long time.

Jiang Zong didn't hesitate, and immediately hired a carriage to drive back, gnashing his teeth along the way, and when he saw this brat, he ordered him to be scolded to death, without hearing from him for a year, it was as if he was dead.

He hurried back to Nan'an, but heard that Le Lian's cargo ship had already set sail, and this time he was only returning to pick up goods.

Jiang Zong returned to Jiang's compound with a gloomy face, Jiang Heng brought a handwritten letter, saying it was from Le Lianliu.

There are only a few words in the letter: "It's been a long time since I left, and I'm sure you'll come back safe and well. How is the situation, I really miss it."

There are 5 taels of silver notes in it.

Jiang Zong's face darkened, he immediately rubbed the letter paper and threw it on the ground, stepped on it, and went to Maple Leaf Residence to relax.

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Shen Huan quietly rolled up the book as it was, and stuffed it back into Jiang Zong's arms.

Jiang Zong slowly opened his eyes, wearily grabbed Shen Huan's wrist, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him sideways silently.

"Master." Shen Huan curled up quietly, submissively nestled in Jiang Zong's arms, and said softly, "If you have your own heart, Shen Huan will definitely not be able to replace you. You don't have to hug me, but you have someone else in your heart."

"Hmph." Jiang Zong leaned against his neck, his voice was lazily hoarse, and the corners of his lips raised, "It doesn't matter if your heart belongs to you, I just want to be happy today."

Shen Huan in the previous life said exactly the same words as now.

Jiang Zong's mind, even a young man who came out to sell his ass could see it, only Le Lian, who was infatuated like a fool, and single-minded like a fool.

He was not reconciled to being obsessed with that little boy, Jiang Zong didn't want to be distracted by Le Lian at all, anyway, he had lived for nearly 40 years in his previous life, and he was used to the warmth and coldness of people, his ideal life is to be happy without disturbing each other.

Affection is always annoyed by ruthlessness, and passion is often tired by infatuation.

In the past two lifetimes, only that little bastard, Le Lian, was the only one who could make Jiang Zong's mood rise and fall. Jiang Zong was deeply afraid of resisting the feeling of being manipulated, and felt insecure.So I hope to find a substitute to relieve the desire without indulging in it.

That stubborn boy went away for a year without hearing from him, so he wouldn't defend himself like a jade for Le Lian.

Jiang Zong took out a silver ticket and stuffed it into Shen Huan's collar, and lazily said: "Stop talking, not everyone likes to hear such sticky voices, you used to speak nicely."

"Yes." Shen Huan didn't squeeze his throat to speak again.

His voice is cold, and occasionally a few deep ending sounds are very similar to Lelian.

He raised the little boy with Lelian's money, which made Jiang Zong feel relaxed and refreshed.He occasionally likes to think about the scene of being caught and raped in bed, Xiao Lelian's angry and angry expression must be as exciting as in his previous life, this is Jiang Zong's past pleasure.

Mother's yelling came from outside the door: "Master Zong, Second Young Master is here to pick you up."

"Let him wait, I'm leaving now." Jiang Zong woke up, put on his coat belt, took his coat and went downstairs.

Jiang Heng waited at the bottom and found a corner to drink tea, but he was still pestered by many Yingying and Yanyan, feeling uncomfortable.

Jiang Zong whistled and said with a smile, "Shopkeeper Jiang, how is business today?"

"Let's go." Jiang Heng couldn't get used to his elder brother's cynical appearance the most, so he took him out of the Maple Leaf Residence, and then detailed the income of the past few days, "The 300 million shi of grain has been sold out, and it is all Seven hundred pennies a stone, the whole food in Nan'an is in our hands, they dare not bargain."

Jiang Zong nodded and yawned: "After the beginning of spring, go to Sangtian to order the ice silk, and then go to Suzhou to order emerald feather silk and silver thread. From now on, the silk and satin shop will no longer produce plain brocade and jacquard satin, and we will only weave silk and ice. silk."

"Silk is so expensive, can it be sold? Don't accumulate too much and can't sell it." Jiang Heng silently wrote down an account in his heart, and silently calculated a number for Jiang Zong to look over, "Give me the money."

This little scholar is very upright. Unexpectedly, he is not very good at reading, but he is extremely reliable in his work. Since he became the head of the Jiang family, he has never missed a single account. .

He gradually revered this very incomprehensible elder brother.

Although the eldest brother's character is bald, he always has his own reasons. Last year when the family was divided, he picked some messy properties, but this year they have gradually come back to life. The imperial court began to strictly investigate and prohibit the outflow of arms, and there was less and less oil and water to be obtained. I had to admire his elder brother for his long-term vision, and Jiang Heng's objections were less.

As soon as they left, a well-dressed middle-aged man entered the Maple Leaf Residence. He must be a late-night prostitute, and no one cared about it.

Afterwards, Le Lian sent five or six letters in succession, all of which were of the same general purpose, asking "how are you recently", "very much", "how is your home?"

The tone of the last letter was already somewhat annoyed: "The sky is approaching cold, please cherish yourself generously. Come back soon." Signed happily.

Jiang Zong sneered, and angrily picked up his pen and replied: "I used your money to raise several little boys who looked like water onions, and enjoyed them one by one. You fucking return to me quickly, or I will buy them all back into the house."

More than half a year passed, and it took a long time to wait for the handwritten letter, and Jiang Zong was getting a little impatient when he asked the boy every day if there was a letter from the north.

There was news that Maple Leaf Residence had changed owners.

Jiang Zong was nestling in the beauty's corner waiting for the maid to peel the grapes for him to eat. As soon as the news reached his ears, Jiang Zong recalled puzzledly. He had never heard of the change of owner of the Maple Leaf in his previous life. How could it be different from his previous life? up.

He had nothing to do, so he wandered to Maple Leaf Residence to take a look, and strolled in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, when he was about to enter the door, he was stopped by two strange-looking turtles.

"Is it Young Master Jiang?" Mr. Turtle looked Jiang Zong up and down and asked.

Jiang Zong frowned: "Stop talking nonsense, let me in."

"Don't blame me, our master said that Young Master Jiang can't enter here, so don't embarrass the little ones." Mr. Gui said a few words politely, and blocked the door tightly.

"Who is your boss?" Jiang Zong sneered, "It's up to me, I have to come in today."

Just break in.

The two tortoises were tall and big, but they were ordered not to hurt Young Master Jiang Zong, and they didn't dare to touch him too much, begging repeatedly: "Master, it's not easy for the little ones to make a living..."

Jiang Zong has already broken into the front hall.

There seemed to be a dazzling array of flowers in front of my eyes, a row of beautiful and white young men were kneeling in the hall, a tall man in dark blue satin was condescendingly scanning his seat, his face was expressionless, and his cold eyes glanced at the boy kneeling at his feet.

The boy kneeling down was supported by the man's big hand on his chin, forcing himself to raise his head, trembling, not daring to meet the man's eyes.

The man asked coldly: "You are Shen Huan? I heard that you are very popular with Young Master Jiang."

He bit the words "Master Jiang" hard, then raised his eyes indifferently, meeting Jiang Zong who broke into the lobby.

Jiang Zong was taken aback:

"...Lelian?!"

He lost so much money on the young man, and has never been lucky. Could it be that he saved up together and recruited Le Lian back? ?