My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Changlang complained and removed his feet lying on the stairs, propped his hands on his head, and whistled briskly. Thinking about it this way, this Shang Yanzhou looks elegant, but to the touch, The figure is still very good, with a thin and powerful waist, and perfect lines and texture.

Gee!

As soon as the long legs were retracted, Wen Changlang walked down the stairs, turned around and entered the kitchen, and walked to the wooden freezer where the food was stored. As soon as he opened it, a chill came over his face.

It really is the life of the rich!Ice cubes are rare and delicate things that have to be changed every day, and if you are not a wealthy family, you really can't afford to consume them.

Taking out some ingredients from it, Wen Changlang is going to cook a delicious meal tonight, and bribe the superintendent of business.

He has been cooking by himself since he was a child. At that time, his grandfather was still there, but he only knew to chat with ghosts all day long. On the contrary, he treated his grandson very well, and chatted with those ghosts of the underworld very well.

Therefore, he still needs to learn to be self-reliant. After all, there are so many generations of ancestors in the Wen family, and each ancestor has different tastes. Whenever there is a big sacrifice, he has to prepare sacrifices according to the preferences of each ancestor. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sleep that night.

Three dishes and one soup are all home-cooked dishes. When Wen Changlang prepared them and served them on the table, he turned his head and thought about it, and felt that something was wrong. He felt that he was losing money by accepting the 50 taels of silver. Chef, how resistant is his delicate skin!

It seems that we still have to find a way to get the old man to send a chef over here!

His precious hands are used to suppress resentful souls, how can he be subdued!

After Wen Changlang thought it through, he arranged the bowls and chopsticks attentively, then walked to the corridor and shouted:

"Master Governor! Come down for dinner!"

Not long after shouting, Shang Yanzhou came down and changed into a casual light blue gown, which looked refined and refined. In the past few days, it was the first time I saw Shang Yanzhou wearing a traditional gown. Wen Changlang felt that he was really a gentleman. The son is like jade, very good-looking.

"Master Governor, you look really good in this gown, it's just a little worse than mine, but it's also pretty good, why don't you usually wear it."

Shang Yanzhou walked to the dining table and sat down, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Not rigorous enough."

Wen Changlang smiled: "Why are you so rigorous, it's so boring."

"In the Police Supervision Bureau, there are corpses of all kinds of unjust cases. If you are like you, how can you deal with it?"

Wen Changlang made a cut, picked up a piece of egg with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then said slowly:

"What's wrong with being a fool? As long as you can solve the problem, is your attitude important?"

Shang Yanzhou looked up: "Really? Then can you solve it?"

After a moment of silence, Wen Changlang put down his chopsticks: "Don't set me up, I won't get involved in the matter of your Police Inspectorate if I say no!"

Moreover, even if he wanted to join in the fun, he would have to recover his spells...

Wen Changlang added a sentence silently in his heart.

Shang Yanzhou didn't take it seriously: "Did I say this?"

"Okay! It's fine if you don't say anything!"

Wen Changlang picked up his chopsticks again, took two mouthfuls of rice, and then glanced at Shang Yanzhou again, seeing that he didn't seem to intend to say anything more, so he tentatively said:

"Master Governor, are you the first person to touch that corpse?"

Shang Yanzhou nodded: "It is true that I was the first to contact, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."