My magic stick is going to heaven!

So he stretched out his fist to his lips, covering up his embarrassment, and said:

"It's late at night, let's rest, your room is the second room on the right on the second floor."

After finishing speaking, Shang Yanzhou turned around and walked up to the second floor with his slender legs.

Wen Changlang was still struggling with that question until he could no longer see Shang Yanzhou's back. Why could he see ghosts? !

Why?Why……?

After yawning, Wen Changlang pulled his hair, gave up continuing to delve into this issue, and fell directly on the soft sofa, fell asleep, and completely forgot about the guest room that Shang Yanzhou was talking about.

This night, the Shang Mansion ushered in a rare and peaceful night. Accompanied by the sound of insects outside, this prosperous Shang Mansion also slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Mr. Shang, who slept very comfortably all night, woke up in the morning and excitedly held Wen Changlang's hand, who was still asleep, with admiration on his face:

"Little brother, you are really good at doing it! I heard that sound last night, and then, the whole second half of the night, it was quiet, and the old man could finally have a good night's sleep!"

Wen Changlang closed his eyes and said angrily, "This is not a practice! This is Duhua!"

"Yes yes yes, Du Hua Du Hua!"

Being so noisy that he couldn't sleep anymore, Wen Changlang simply sat up from the sofa, straightened his messy hair with natural movements, and then sat upright, as if he was going to talk about something important

"Brother, I've already taken care of things for you, so look at you... Shouldn't you, huh?"

Wen Changlang winked over, extremely alluring, and counted money with his index finger and thumb.

Old Master Shang took a look, slapped his thigh quickly, and said:

"That's right! My little brother reminded me! You are very capable. It just so happened that my foreign grandson said that he would move out of the Shang mansion after he succeeded the chief inspector. It reminded me!"

Wen Changlang: "..."

Old Master Shang blushed with excitement, grabbed Wen Changlang's hand, and began to say:

"Little brother, how about I hire you as my grandson's personal housekeeper? You have to guarantee his daily life, especially his personal safety. Of course, how about 100 taels of silver in January?"

"One... one hundred... two... silver bills?!"

Wen Changlang silently withdrew his trembling hand, put it on his chin, and corrected his misaligned mandible. As a result, with a slap, a drop of crystal saliva fell on the sofa.

And this scene happened to be seen by Shang Yanzhou who came downstairs. Shang Yanzhou was smiling. Although he was gentle and elegant, he was wearing a black and solemn military uniform. It didn't look obtrusive on him. beauty.

Wen Changlang swept over the thin pale pink lips, was silent for a while, then calmly wiped off the drool on the sofa with his hand, then shook Mr. Shang with that hand, and said:

"Let's talk about this, now we should think about it first, my five thousand silver dollars!"

Hearing this, Mr. Shang seemed to have suddenly remembered such a thing. He immediately stood up, called the butler over, and ordered:

"Housekeeper! Go get five thousand silver dollars and convert it into a bank note, and give it to my little brother! It's just five thousand silver dollars, what's the problem! I'm talking with you now, but it's a long-term business!"

Wen Changlang crossed his chest with one hand and propped his chin with the other, thinking, Shang Yanzhou's personal butler can make money, live in a small mansion, and can flirt with elegant beauties from time to time, it seems very good!

Shang Yanzhou cast a casual glance at Old Master Shang, and walked out dressed neatly. When he went out, he glanced at Wen Changlang nonchalantly.