My magic stick is going to heaven!

Shang Yanzhou glanced back at the driver and asked, "What's the matter with him?"

Driver: "Mr. Wen was hired by the old man to be your personal butler for the young master. He is responsible for your personal safety and daily life. He will live with the young master in the future. Also, the old man said that he knows that the young master is happy, so he will not arrange a servant." Someone is here, if the young master needs it, he can notify the Shang Mansion and send another one over."

The arc on Shang Yanzhou's face seemed to be smiling, staring at the person on the sofa, he said:

"No, there are too many people and it's noisy. Leave the car and go back."

Driver: "...Yes."

In fact, walking back, it seems that it is not far...not far...

After the driver left, Shang Yanzhou took off his strict police uniform and hugged it on his arm. Wearing only a pure white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, he walked gracefully and gracefully in front of Wen Longlang, bent down, stared at Looking at that monstrous face.

The skin is delicate and fair, the facial features are exquisite, and under the high bridge of the nose, there is a unique oriental lip shape, full of charm. Such a person is indeed a monster. Just looking at the face, no one would think that such a person is an everyday and Dealing with evil spirits.

Straightening his body, Shang Yanzhou said with a faint smile on his face:

"There are thieves."

"Thief? What! How dare you steal my master's money!"

Wen Changlang jumped up in an instant, clutched his purse tightly, jumped onto the sofa, and stared around ferociously.

"hehe"

A deep and magnetic laughter came from Shang Yanzhou's mouth, hitting the eardrums, and Wen Changlang's body was shocked. For some reason, a sentence that the female teacher said when he was in school flashed in his head: Your son smiles like a warm spring breeze Nan'an, brushed the heart, drunk.

Wen Changlang's face flushed, and he walked off the sofa in embarrassment, sinking his buttocks into the sofa, holding his money bag tightly in his hands, and his tone turned into anger from embarrassment:

"It's wrong for you to do this! It's extremely wrong!"

Shang Yanzhou looked indifferent, ignored his words, just scanned his messy luggage, frowned, and said:

"Mr. Wen, can I trouble you to pack your luggage? Since you live here, you have to follow my style and be meticulous. At least, don't put your feet on the table."

Wen Changlang glanced at his feet that were comfortably placed, then at Shang Yanzhou, and finally put his feet back silently. However, he lay directly on the sofa, showing off his long legs brazenly, And said:

"Meticulous, I think I do the best! My hair can't be messed up! It must be meticulous!"

"Oh, right!"

Wen Changlang jumped up from the sofa, touched his stomach, and asked:

"I slept too much and I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat? I'm not picky eaters! It would be nice to have yesterday's roast duck."

Shang Yanzhou raised his eyebrows, and said in a quiet voice: "Mr. Wen, you are the housekeeper hired by my grandfather to take care of my daily life, so please prepare dinner, I'll go up and take a look at the room first, thank you."

Shang Yanzhou went up to the second floor by himself. Wen Changlang stared blankly at the slender figure. Under the wrapping of the police pants, his upturned buttocks swayed gently. The kiss of that night flashed past.

Shaking his head, Wen Changlang shook off those untimely pink bubbles, and after shaking around under the first floor, he found the kitchen.