My magic stick is going to heaven!

As soon as Wen Changlang's words came out, Xiao Bai instinctively shrank his thin shoulders, and a deep fear flashed across his eyes, covering his clear eyes like dark clouds covering the sun.

Wen Changlang reached out and patted his hand with a comforting force, and said with a smile:

"Here, with me helping you, what are you afraid of?? Huh? Tell me."

"I……"

"Why are you here?"

Hearing the sound and turning around, it was Shang Yanzhou.

"Didn't you go downstairs?"

Shang Yanzhou smiled warmly, closed the door gently, and came to the bed with a jade-like voice:

"Seeing that you didn't come down, I thought you were here, how are you, are you okay?"

Xiaobai shook his head, smiled at Shang Yanzhou, and consciously stuck the words he was about to say in his throat.

Wen Changlang glanced at Shang Yanzhou with some annoyance, then tucked the corner of the quilt for Xiaobai, and dragged Shang Yanzhou out.

Outside the door, Wen Changlang rolled his eyes:

"It's about time to come in."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Seeing his serious face, Wen Changlang couldn't say anything, and finally just waved his hand and said perfunctorily, "It's okay."

He turned and went down the stairs.

Shang Yanzhou didn't hesitate, and followed him downstairs. After breakfast, Mr. Shang clamored to go to Lu Zhixuan's place to play chess again. The housekeeper had no choice but to follow.

Wen Changlang, on the other hand, seemed a little preoccupied. He sat in the living room, resting his forehead with his hands, in a state of contemplation.

Shang Yanzhou raised his hand to look at his watch, then bent down a little, put on the boots he had placed at the entrance, then stood up, and came to Wen Changlang, crossed his arms and said in a warm voice:

"Are you worried about Xiaobai?"

"Oh! His body won't last long."

Wen Changlang sighed, leaning back on the sofa slumped, with deep worry in his tone.

"If you can't find a soul swapper, Xiaobai will have to die for that person in a short time."

"Um"

Shang Yanzhou snorted, and didn't mean to comfort him, but when he turned around, a faint sentence came out:

"Go to Wen's residence tonight, and I will come back to pick you up."

Before Wen Changlang answered, he turned his head, turned and walked out.

Today's Shang Yanzhou seems...something really different.

Wen Changlang caressed the place covered by his turtleneck in a daze, where...it was like his lips, the moment they kissed, they were rolling and burning, as if they were scalding to the tip of his heart.

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warm house.

Wen Changlang raised his head in a daze and looked at the vast, luxurious, solemn and simple garden in front of him. He suddenly felt that God was so unfair. The same surname is Wen. Why is his Wen family so dilapidated and precarious? What about? ? ?

His Wen family's Yin Yang shop is considered a powerful force, but after comparing it now, he just feels that it is indeed too shabby!

Stretching out his hand and shaking it in front of him, Shang Yanzhou said with concern:

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Ah? No... no!"

Wen Changlang looked away, turned to Shang Yanzhou and smiled, then touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, sweating slightly on his forehead.

Seeing that he seemed to be in good health, Shang Yanzhou handed over the car keys to the attendants at the side, and then walked into Wen's mansion with Wen Changlang.

Relatively speaking, the layout style of Wen's house is more inclined to the national style. The furnishings, decorations, and arrangements all have a strong ancient charm. Just from the double-leaf screen at the entrance, it can be seen that this The owner of Wen's house must be a man of good looks.