My magic stick is going to heaven!

Shang Yanzhou frowned and opened the car door, walked down, looked at the crowd, and saw a stall in front, full of people, and a big banner was pulled over beside it, which read: "Ms. Yun Jingqing distributes for free Rice grains, please line up to receive them.”

Yun Jingqing?Why had he never heard of this character?

Back in the car, Shang Yanzhou changed direction, turned from another road, passed the Shang Mansion just after passing the other road, Shang Yanzhou planned to go back to the Shang Mansion to stay for the night.

The car drove into the parking lot in the yard. Before they got down, they heard the housekeeper yelling, followed by the sound of footsteps, accompanied by the housekeeper shouting:

"The young master is back! The young master is back!"

Then, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps, and they ran out the moment Shang Yanzhou got off the car.

The first one to speak was Mr. Shang, he squinted his eyes to look at his grandson, and cursed as expected:

"You unfilial grandson! It took you so long to come back! I don't know how to send a letter to say goodbye! Grandpa thought you died somewhere!"

Shang Yanzhou sighed softly, looked at the old man's red eyes, then he could only reach out to hug him, and comforted him:

"Didn't I come back fine?"

"Humph!"

After humming, Mr. Shang broke away from him, ran to the side of the Wen corridor, held his hand affectionately and said:

"Little brother, have you lost weight? Did you not eat well at home, but my heart hurts. Come in quickly, I will ask the head chef to cook you some delicious food, make up for it."

As he said that, he was about to pull up the Wen corridor and walk into the house, but when he was about to turn around, he saw a woman climbing out of the car.

Waist-length hair, casually scattered, charming and delicate face swaying, looking forward to romance, a pair of enchanting eyes that can charm people's hearts, even more weird.

And that white over-the-top vintage clothes, with light gauze covering the ankles, and a pair of jade feet with bare fruits, his whole body does not look like a cloud of mundane dust.

Just hearing that Lingling smiled, the ghostly voice hit their eardrums, as if soaked in the enchanting and charming spring:

"What? You're not going to talk to me anymore?"

These words were obviously addressed to Shang Yanzhou and Wen Changlang.

"he is?"

Mr. Shang's eyes, which were used to seeing many people of all kinds, were sharp and vicious, but now he only took one look at this woman, and he felt a chill coming from behind.

"I……"

"Her name is Lianyi, and she is a beggar I picked up halfway."

Wen Changlang interrupted Lian Yi's words in time, and said such a sentence without thinking about it, but in exchange for Lian Yi's coquettish anger:

"Beggar? Have you ever seen a beggar like me?"

"I haven't seen it before, don't I see it now? Well, stop talking nonsense and shut your mouth, can you talk less, ancestor?"

Lian Yi raised her proud chin, and snorted: "For the sake of calling me ancestor, I reluctantly agree to it."

Wen Changlang pulled Mr. Shang's arm with a mournful face, and vomited bitterness as he walked in:

"Little brother, you don't know how shameless that woman is! It's okay to eat my little jerky, but she still wants me to serve her. I'm an old monster and think I'm a little girl, so shameless."

Mr. Shang nodded seriously, and then said seriously: "Little brother, you have worked hard."

The two went in chattering, while Shang Yanzhou nodded to Shang Yunyi, and shouted: "Father."

Shang Yunyi agreed, then turned to the woman beside him who could not be ignored, and asked politely:

"What's the girl's name?"

Lian Yi smiled charmingly, "Your surname is Lian."