My magic stick is going to heaven!

In the end, with a dark face, Shang Yanzhou kicked open the warm corridor, sat up in a rather embarrassing state, and tidied up the messy nightgown on his body. After tidying up, when he looked up, Shang Yanzhou saw the chef He looked distressed.

Shang Yanzhou: "..."

What was contained in those eyes was full of disappointment with his young master:

"Master, I didn't expect that you are such a person! Unexpectedly...unexpectedly...Young Master Wen, don't be afraid, I'll go back and tell the old man about this, and let him decide for you! "

Hearing this, Shang Yanzhou glared at Wen Changlang angrily with a half-serious face, then put on a gentle and elegant smile, and muttered:

"Chef, you misunderstood, it was actually..."

"You can still laugh, young master! You really are... are... a gentle scum!"

Wen Changlang: "Pfft...hahaha! Gentle scum! Hahaha! Uncle Chef, your description is too apt!"

Wen Changlang looked at the head chef's indignant look, blushing with excitement, Shang Yanzhou changed from an elegant gentleman to a gentle scum, really, drama!

Originally, Shang Yanzhou could bear it, but Wen Changlang laughed so unscrupulously, Shang Yanzhou couldn't bear it anymore, he sank his smiling face all the year round, and said in a gloomy tone:

"You two, stand at the door for one night! Dare to come back early and deduct half a month's wages!"

After finishing speaking, Shang Yanzhou didn't even bother to look at them, so he turned his head and went upstairs. His temper has become more and more irritable recently. He is a well-educated gentleman, and he can't let himself fall into the company of Wen Changlang!

The night wind was bleak, Wen Changlang and the head chef stood on one side of the gate, leaning on the iron gate, looking up at the sky

Wen Changlang: "Chef, how do you cook the roast duck every day? I want to learn too!"

Chef: "Are you interested in cooking? Then I can teach you. This crispy roast duck is a delicious dish that I have made in secret. It is not rumored. However, you have been treated like this. As an old man in the Shang Mansion , I should compensate you instead of the young master."

Wen Changlang suppressed a smile: "Then thank you, the chef."

The head chef shook his head: "You're welcome, the night is still long, we can chat slowly."

……

"Wen corridor!"

No wonder Shang Yanzhou was so angry when he got up early in the morning, because the person who was supposed to be punished by the door now lay on him like a koala, sleeping soundly, very uncomfortable.

Shang Yanzhou laughed angrily, and simply stretched out his hand to grab Wen Changlang's cheek, and pulled it up hard, and a howl immediately resounded through West Street.

"Old Shang! Do you know that I can't touch my face!"

Shang Yanzhou spread his hands: "Now I know."

Wen Changlang was so angry that he couldn't say a word, he just kept rubbing his pinched and swollen cheeks, for fear of leaving any scars and bruises, this face was the pillar of his survival, and it couldn't just be destroyed like this up.

"Shang Yanzhou! Are you jealous that I am prettier than you! I am more handsome than you, so you want to disfigure me on purpose?!"

Shang Yanzhou listened to his nonsense with a calm face, and finally found that he seemed to be somewhat immune to Wen Changlang's nonsense.

He straightened his body and said something that undoubtedly made things worse for Wen Changlang:

"If you don't obey orders, your wages will be halved. If you harass your master, your wages will be halved."

Wen Changlang roared instantly: "You vampire! You know how to squeeze my wages!"