My magic stick is going to heaven!

When Wen Changlang was in a hurry, he didn't care about suppressing his voice, and all of them burst out as soon as he opened his mouth. As expected, when he heard his original voice, Shang Yanzhou's beautiful eyebrows frowned, and a pair of deep eyes stared at Wen Changlang. Lang's face, as if to see something.

After Wen Changlang yelled, he realized that he had made a mistake. He wiped his thighs with his hands awkwardly, and with all his arrogance, he sat down dumbly, his buttocks sunk deep in the soft sofa, motionless.

Looking at the situation, Master Hu was also a little embarrassed. After all, he brought the person here by himself, so he leaned over, pulled Wen Changlang's cuff, and persuaded:

"Little brother, look, the five thousand silver dollars, isn't it a little...then what..."

Wen Changlang thought in order to get out as soon as possible, so he went down the steps:

"If that's the case, then..."

"make a deal."

Um?Wen Changlang looked up hastily, and saw Shang Yanzhou looking directly at him, with a faint smile on his lips that seemed to be fixed, although it was a smile, it gave off a sense of indifference and alienation.

No one knows what Shang Yanzhou is thinking at the moment, even his father, Shang Yunyi, doesn't understand, so he turns to look at Old Man Shang and asks:

"Didn't he always disbelieve in these ghost theories?"

Mr. Shang was also at a loss:

"Yeah, what happened to this kid today?"

After Mr. Shang muttered something to himself, he turned to Wen Changlang and asked:

"Do you know what happened to him?"

Wen Changlang shook his head like a rattle:

"No...don't know!"

Finally, all three pairs of eyes looked at Shang Yanzhou and asked:

"what happened to you?"

Shang Yanzhou smiled lightly. Under their watchful eyes, he calmly picked up his police cap, put it on his waist, turned around, turned into the stairs, and went upstairs.

Wen Changlang looked at the person who still had a sexy back even if he went upstairs, and he became more curious, five thousand silver dollars, so he agreed?Could it be that this merchant mansion has a big business, and it is because he raised the price too low? ? ?

It seems that in the future, you still have to understand the market first, otherwise you won't know if you suffer a loss.

However, Shang Yanzhou's light-colored thin lips that closed and closed when he spoke just now flashed through Wen Changlang's mind, moist and moist, inexplicably overlapping with the cold and soft touch that night.

No loss!No loss!

After Shang Yanzhou agreed, Mr. Shang and Shang Yunyi had no objections. It would be worthwhile to exchange the five thousand silver dollars for the tranquility of the Shang mansion. Now, it depends on this person's ability.

Wen Changlang held the pair of flower drums, his eyes gradually darkened, and finally, he handed the pair of flower drums to the housekeeper, and said:

"You find a cat that is all black, and then tie this drum to the cat's hind legs, and tie the cat to the room where the old servant used to live."

"Tonight, I will clean up this harmful thing!"

Afterwards, Wen Changlang told them about his plans for the evening. After some conversation, Wen Changlang's glib mouth coaxed Mr. Shang into obedience. They called each other brothers and sisters familiarly.

Seeing that it was time for lunch, Mr. Shang enthusiastically took Wen Changlang's hand and went to the dining table:

"Come on, little brother, let's talk after we have something to eat, by the way, come over here too, Huzi."

After beckoning to Master Hu, Mr. Shang continued to brag about his glorious battle history when he was young to Wen Changlang:

"I think back then, when I, Shang Tianwu, charged into the middle of the enemy with a long sword, I was brave and invincible."