I'm working hard today too

What? ”

Those who want to deceive him are also scumbags.

"Tell me, who are you, Mr. Zuo?"

With a sneer, Song Jianzhuang pinched the young man's face.

"Don't try to lie to me, spend some time and energy, I will always find out."

Song Jianzhuang lied, but he couldn't find out.

As long as Grandpa Zuo doesn't want people to find out Zuo Ji and embarrass him, others really won't be able to find out.

After all, it took a lot of effort for Song Jianzhuang to check Longmao's identity before.

As a result, the fart was not found.

Long Yan tilted his head and kissed his knuckles. "Is this question important?"

He didn't think it was very important, he was just Long Yan, that's all.

"Important and not important."

"How to say?"

"I just want to confirm your purpose of coming to Song Ningke's side. For love, for profit?"

Whether the little guy is the mysterious young master of the Zuo family is really not an important matter.

No matter what the identity of the other party is, it will not be an obstacle for him to want him.

What Song Jianzhuang cares about is whether Long Yan's heart is mixed with hypocrisy,

He couldn't find out his identity, but he heard about the shitty things that happened around Song Ningke.

That is a person with deep love and no regrets, loyal and conscientious.

"Both." For love, let Zha Shou fall in love with him, for profit, to complete the task and become the winner, in fact, it is all for profit in the final analysis.

"I'm glad you told the truth, but I'm also unhappy that you have someone in your heart. You are even willing to give up your identity for him." Song Jianzhuang had already tacitly agreed that Long Yan was the young master of the Zuo family who never showed up.

Long Yan didn't answer, which made the man unhappy.

"I am jealous."

"It smells."

This is where the childish conversation unfolds.

The man's fingers poked on the young man's chest, which is where the heart is. "I'm curious, can you pretend to be two people? Don't feel tired and panic."

"Who said I pretended to be two?" Long Zang didn't do anything, I wanted this trick.

If you like it, stay by your side to play together, be crazy and make trouble together, and at the same time, you will not look at others in the slightest.

If you don't like it, never drag your feet, separate decisively, and never turn back.

This is one of the few principles of Master Long.

Song Jianzhuang was not a roundworm in Long Yan's stomach, so how could he know what he was thinking.

Thinking that the other party was still sticking to his unreasonable nephew, he exuded a dangerous low-pressure air-conditioning.

"So—you don't have me in your heart?"

This is more annoying than half-hearted.

Without him in my heart, I can still play around with him at will, which can be described as heinously scum.

A certain person obviously forgot that he was the one who molested|molested first, and he was also the one who pressed the other person to hit him.

From the beginning to the end, he took the initiative to provoke.

Seeing this, Long Yan wanted to laugh a little, held the man's wrist and pressed it to his heart. "I'm barely pretending to be half a person, but I'm still an old man who likes to be bitter and jealous."

Long Yan generously admitted that he liked Song Jianzhuang, and it was so boring to hide it. Since the other party wanted an answer, he was not stingy in expressing his feelings.

The old man received an unexpected reply, and a cute expression rarely appeared on his face. "Are you confessing to me?"

These words are more flavorful than any greasy romantic confession, at least they are very useful to him.

"That's what you think it is." Long Yan exhaled, suppressing his restless body from the beginning until now. "Uncle Song, can you stop rubbing around?"

This posture, this movement, I don't know what they thought they were doing that needed harmony.

But the point is that he doesn't want to take the last step yet.

This kind of thinking is not like his character, who let the old voice in his heart affect him.

It made him feel that too fast and in-depth communication is not good, and he has to get along with him to find out something before he can continue playing with Song Jianzhuang.

Song Jianzhuang frowned and scowled.

"What uncle? Don't call him that."

He doesn't like being reminded of his age by Long Xing.

Originally, he cared a lot about the fact that they were 15 years older, so why did he have to provoke him?

Everyone cares about the absence of youth, and Song Jianzhuang is no exception. The person he likes is still a young grass, and age is a subtle crisis for him.

"What's that called? Mr. Song? Song Jianzhuang? Jianzhuang? Zhuangzhuang?" Long Yan called him in various ways, but he couldn't find anyone who liked him.

The more he said it, the sweeter it became, making Song Jianzhuang feel uncomfortable all over.

"Or..." Long Yan had a flash of inspiration, and felt that a title seemed to be okay, so he bit the man's hot ear, and said with a hoarse smile, "Good brother?"

It feels good when you think about it in your heart, and it feels even better when you export it.

"Uncle doesn't like it, how about brother? Hmm? My good brother~" The tone of the ending sound lingered on the lips, just to make the listeners feel itchy.

Sure enough, this sound of "good brother" made Song Jianzhuang's breathing tighten, and a certain place reacted instantly.

How can I simply say that I like it, I love it to death.

"In private... just call it that." He not only coughed lightly, but also stammered, because he was shy and couldn't help moving around to relieve the hot feeling.

"You really are a shameless—" Who would have thought that the young man grinned for a second, revealing a mouthful of dazzling white teeth. "Old-brother-brother."

Obviously he called it himself, but it's still his fault, isn't it?

Can't you stop making fun of his age at a time like this?

The depressed old man rushed over to stop the mouth that always teased him.

Song Jianzhuang finally understood that Long Yan obviously had evil intentions, and he used to tease him before taking revenge.

So recently I always like to tease him on Huatou.

The two of them quarreled in this gloomy room for a long time before Long Yan went back with the so-called toys.

Song Ningke was so busy getting caught up in the entanglement of erratic feelings that she didn't realize that someone had stayed in Song Jianzhuang for too long, and she even ignored the teeth-like marks protruding from the back of the other's neck.

And a certain old man was still lying on his bed, unable to calm down for a long time.All the clothes on his body were lying on the floor, and his skin, which was not fair, was a few degrees whiter than usual under the black sheets, and some traces appeared very glaring.

What you know is love|interest, but if you don't know, you think you are being abused.

Young Master Long is willing to repeatedly leave his mark on things that catch his eye, declaring possession.

This shows that he still likes Song Jianzhuang quite a lot.

The weekend came quickly. During the day, Song Ningke went home and held a family celebration with Song's father and mother alone.

Long Yan stood by and smiled and watched the ignorant scumbag, and Song's father and Song's mother who seemed to be smiling but were anxious about the company's affairs.

Comparing things is getting interesting.

at dusk.

The cold villa with only a few people was quite lively today, and the visitors were all "friends" who played with Song Ningke.

He didn't know how many people here participated with the mentality of watching a joke.

Because these people know a lot of gossip from the gossip of their elders.

Witness the glorious moment of the defiant young master, and also witness his embarrassment when he fell into the clouds.

Comparing the two, the dramatic gap brought by it is a lot of fun for many people.

No one would remind Song Ningke, who was kept in the dark, that they were just superficial friends, and if they were gone, they could find them again. This joke had to be read.

It can be seen how unpopular Song Ningke is, and there is no sincere person around her.

An hour later, Song Jianzhuang's sudden arrival made some people doubt again.

Who is Song Jianzhuang, very few people would not know.

This is a well-known figure in the Song family. Song Ningke reluctantly calls herself the Song family because of her blood relationship. This person in front of her is the well-deserved Song family.

The real ruler of the Song family, so what if he is an adopted son, who dares to say that he is not the Song family?

The three words Song Jianzhuang represent the entire Song family.

For someone like him to appear at Song Ningke's birthday party, could it be that Song Ningke's family really climbed onto the master's legs?

If it was true, then even if the company collapsed, his family must have a bunch of safe retreats.

Seeing this, the far-sighted child has been secretly tipping off the news to his family.

In Jianzhuang of Song Dynasty, an old man who was nearly 40 years old stood out among a group of children aged [-] or [-].

Given his reputation, no one dared to go up and talk to him.

So there was an empty space among the lively crowd, and he was the only one sitting in it.

As for Long Yan himself, who was being surrounded by three or four little girls asking questions, one of them wanted to use this opportunity to recruit Long Yan to be his deacon.

The handsome and gentle deacon, Young Master Song doesn't love her, but she has been thinking about her for a long time.

When Song Ningke's family collapses, they must not be able to afford the high cost of hiring a deacon.

Only a fool will be sent by the vicious young master who has nothing.

While there is no change of owner, it is natural to make a reservation in advance.

This scene fell in the eyes of the old and the young with the surname Song, jealousy abounded.

"What are you talking about?"

Song Ningke, the birthday star, was the first to approach with a smile on his face.

"Let's chat casually, our young master is the protagonist today, so don't be angry about such trivial things."

Several people smiled and left knowingly. Before leaving, the one who wanted Long Yan the most even gave him a look that you know.

"Master."

"Hmph, it's best to pay attention to your words and deeds. Those who don't know think you are the master."

I just said I like him a few days ago, but today I got entangled with others at his coming-of-age ceremony.

"It was my negligence, and it won't happen in the future."

If today goes well, I'm afraid there will be no future.

"Third Uncle." Song Ningke's expression restrained, because an old man who couldn't sit still walked towards them. "Are you leaving?"

Song Jianzhuang was flattered that Song Ningke was willing to come over today.

Now that the other party wanted to leave, he didn't dare to push forward and ask for anything.

Although his initial plan was to confess his love to him, but now the balance in his heart has shifted slightly towards the deacon.

He couldn't make up his mind.

Song Jianzhuang lied calmly. "I'm a little uncomfortable, I want to rest in your guest room for a while before leaving."

"Then, then I'll take you there." Song Ningke panicked when she heard that her third uncle was not feeling well, fearing that something might happen to him. "How about I find a doctor for you?"

"No, today is your coming-of-age ceremony, so you don't have to spoil my affairs. Maybe I haven't had enough sleep recently. I'll just lie down for a while and let Zuo Ji take me there. You have fun."

Song Jianzhuang just wanted to get rid of the vinegar on his body, so naturally he only needed someone to cooperate.

Outsiders should stop bothering him, especially the troublemaker in front of him.

Song Ningke didn't suspect him, so she asked the deacon to send her third uncle upstairs to the guest room to rest, and call him if there was anything to do.

After going up the stairs to get away from the noisy crowd, the man suddenly grabbed the deacon's hand and gritted his teeth next to his ear. "Arrogant in front of me, but obedient like a sheep in front of him, if you say you don't have him in your heart, do you think I'm stupid?"

I only heard a slow response from the other side, "Uncle Song, what you see may not be true, you don't know this."

Song Jianzhuang was angry. "Don't call me uncle!"

Hearing this, Long Yan turned to look at him.

Lift the clenched hand. "Then good brother, if you keep pinching me, my hand will be useless."

I really thought that the man who pinched the pain immediately let go, full of apologies, he didn't mean it. "sorry."

"Barely accept this dry apology." Long Yan held back the apologetic old man who was about to go elsewhere. "Go again, if you miss this village, there will be no store here."

Song Jianzhuang was puzzled, what do you mean?

Long Yan pushed away the bedroom behind him, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you really want to go to the guest room to rest, I won't stop you."

Just after the bedroom door was closed, Long Yan was pressed against the door panel by this jealous old man.

To be honest, Song Jianzhuang's kiss is really bad, a pure rookie, he just bites and gnaws, or moves recklessly.

After talking about him, I was still not convinced, and had to fight for superiority, which caused Xiaoye Long a headache.

This can't be blamed on him, a single old man with mother and child, if he has perfected his skills, then there is a problem.

For example, Long Yan is very proficient, he can't stand the bad interaction of the old man, now from passive to active, just a kiss can make a person's legs and feet numb, and let him manipulate him wantonly.

The weak Song Jianzhuang pressed against the young man's shoulder, feeling tangled in his heart. "I'm really curious, how many people did you have to kiss to get it done?"

This question has been suffocating, so it is better to ask it directly, so as to have a bottom line.

"Just you." Long Xiaoye was quite confident.

In his memory, Song Jianzhuang seems to be his first experience.As for why he is so proficient, after all, he is naturally talented.

The villain in Long · Amnesia · Yan raised his head proudly.

"You didn't lie to me?" Song Jianzhuang didn't believe in any kind of talent, he could learn by himself without a teacher.

If there is no experienced experience, can he kiss him to the point of fascination?

"If you don't believe me, you'll be defeated." Long Yan didn't bother to explain, this wasn't his style.

Seeing him unhappy, the man pecked at the mouth that he loved and hated at the same time. "Let's just trust you."

He can ignore the past, but he can manage the present and the future.

If this person dared to play with others behind his back, he would not tolerate it, and he would have to punish him in some way.

Not wanting to make everyone unhappy because of this, Song Jianzhuang put the topic behind him, and began to interact with love on the young man's neck, sticking it to feel each other's previous temperature, and ease his own changes by the way.

The position of the neck is the part that Mr. Long cares about very much.

After all, it is very fragile, and if it is exposed to the enemy every minute, it will definitely not be touched by ordinary people.

But it is also his fatal point, and he can only be touched by people he likes.

"Don't make trouble."

Long Yan grabbed the man's restless hand.

He can't stay here for too long, there are still things to do later.

"Concentration is really good." Seeing that he was so calm, Song Jianzhuang was a little unhappy, "I have refused to do it for so long, could it be that I am not enough to despise me...Laughing?"

When the latter word was uttered, Song Jianzhuang himself blushed immediately.

Who told him to face this troublesome little guy, he can be considered to have spared this old face.

During this period of time, I have done and said all the things that I would never do or say before.

Long Yan laughed out loud.

Especially facing Song Jianzhuang's embarrassing expression now, he laughed louder and louder, and he was not afraid of being caught by others.

No way, this is too funny.

It's really cute to call yourself shy.

"Actually, you're quite rough." Long Yan raised his lips, pinched Song Jianzhuang's chin with his fingers, and straightened his face that was turned aside due to awkwardness, and drew his tone slowly, "Sao and rough."

"The waves made me want to try how much—waves there are under the skin."

Song Jianzhuang couldn't bear his words, so he had to go up to block him and cut off his words.

Didn't he just want to make a complete mess, what is the matter with this guy who just talks about it?If you have the ability to see how hot he is on the bed.

Unexpectedly, Long Yan asked a puzzled question. "Good brother, do you think my hands look good?"

"It looks good." Song Jianzhuang replied vaguely.

Fair and slender, with distinct joints, it can be regarded as a work of art.

In the eyes of the old man Song, Long Yan's whole body was unbelievably perfect.

"Do you like it?" Long Yan continued the topic.

He tore off the eye-catching gloves, and moved his cold fingertips down the man's tall nose.

The old man Song didn't understand why he was struggling with this issue, but he honestly said he liked it

These long-term cold hands can always ignite the heat of every inch of his skin, and he can be said to be so in love.

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Long Xiaoye's mouth became more obvious, he polished the sharper tooth in his mouth, and said in a low voice: "I believe you will like it more in the future, be careful, don't be addicted."

The fairly pure old man didn't recall it for a while, until the young man's hand touched his slightly curved back, all the way down.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing chuckle came from his ear again.

"Good brother, be good, get off by yourself."

"This is a sweet treat for you. If you perform well, there will be better things. Don't worry, we will have a long life, and you will always get what you want."

This remark and this action, Song Jianzhuang no longer understands that it is a question of IQ.

"How is third uncle?"

Seeing Long Yan going downstairs, Song Ningke hurried up to inquire.

People are invited by him, so no matter what the reason is, it is natural to care about them

Long Yan calmly adjusted the gloves that didn't fit well, and responded, "Mr. Song said he wanted to rest, so don't bother him for now. By the way, let me wish you a happy birthday, young master."

He played some new tricks today, and there are some places he doesn't want to go in for the time being, but that doesn't mean he can't try other things.

After practice, it has been proved that the effect is no worse than that of real swords and guns. Who made a serious old man let out a few sobs, and kept begging him to change something to explore, and stop grinding him all the time.

It's a pity that Long Yan doesn't want to get into the topic yet.

Song Jianzhuang either waited slowly to play with him a little bit, or tied him up directly, made preparations by himself, and tried to sit up and have fun by himself.

To be honest, Long Yan was quite looking forward to the latter kind of thing happening to him.

Who told him that his brain has never been normal, so he likes this kind of slightly perverted plot unfolding.

But just thinking about it casually, from the old man's poor older virgin skills at the beginning, it is basically impossible for the other party to find fun by himself, so it's good not to make yourself so painful that you scream.

Whoever let this person go back to the waves, it's a pity that he doesn't have the ability to make waves to match him.

Imagine this slightly funny scene.

Long Yan wanted to laugh again.

Because there was a scumbag in front of him, he had no choice but to smile.

Song Ningke in front of him thought he was smiling at him

And the old man he was talking about was lying on the bed empty-handedly grinding his teeth, his body was covered tightly with a thin quilt, just to cover Long Yan's wicked masterpiece.

Who made our little master Long like to leave his own mark on the things he likes.

He is very keen on this process, not only can control himself in it, but also likes to force the subject to control as well.

Threatened not to vent, otherwise Song Jianzhuang, who would have nothing to play in the future, had to endure it desperately, resulting in a few cries that could make him dig a hole in the later stage.

The more Song Jianzhuang thought about it, the more ashamed he became. After solving it, he was wronged and bit Long Yan.

Our Young Master Long didn't coax him either, and we also didn't want to be outdone and take revenge.

Long Yan is such a vile person, and he has a bad taste.

It can be said that he perfectly inherited the bad character of Baihu's father who was temporarily forgotten in his memory.

As for the other paradoxical properties it probably comes from another one.

at the same time.

Left home.

"Uncle, are you sure you want to do this?"

A middle-aged man stood on the terrace and asked the old man who was admiring the stars.

"Otherwise? Ask him to come back with a good voice? It's not like you don't know that he is stubborn. If you can listen to me, you won't be someone else's servant."

It sounds nice to call him a deacon, but in his eyes, he is no different from the current people.

Others like to do this job, he can't control it, and his son will never do it.

It would be better not to have something shameful in the first place, and forget it in the future.

The man answered. "Well, nephew knows what to do."

"Let me tell you this first. Although he is young, he is still my son and your cousin. Others have second thoughts. I brought you up with one hand. It is best not to hide anything that should not be kept." thoughts."

There is something in Mr. Zuo's words, so he understands what he should understand.

The man broke into a cold sweat when he heard the words, which shows that he really did something in private.

"My nephew understands, I will definitely help my uncle push my cousin to be the head of the family."

"Okay, just don't hurt anyone, go."

The old man has arranged everything that should be arranged, and waved people to step back, and continue to enjoy the moon and stars.

Waiting for the person who arranged to bring back a certain son who failed to live up to expectations.

Until the end, no one knows what will happen tonight. ,

Chapter 29

The coming of age ceremony went well.

Because of playing games in the later period, Song Ningke drank a lot of alcohol, and at this time she fell down drunk in the corner of the sofa to rest.

Because of the drunkenness, the young man's fair cheeks were blushed, and his eyes were full of ignorance, making him look silly and cute.

He tilted his head and looked at his young deacon with half-closed eyes, who was mixing honey water for him to relieve his discomfort after drinking.

"Zuo Ji."

The boy made a soft voice that never appeared on weekdays.

He vaguely heard a gentle response from the other side, his eyes touched the rim of the cup that was handed to his mouth, he looked up at this handsome young man's face, tilted his head, and smiled. "You look so good-looking."

The pair of gentle eyes flashed a bit of embarrassment in his sight, and he seemed to see the redness of the tip of the other's ears, as well as the detailed movement of pursing his lips.

Zuo Ji is so easily shy.

The teenager laughed secretly.

Why didn't he pay attention to such small details before?

Why are you starting to pay attention to these now?

He seems to him...

Facing the dregs who became soft-tempered after drinking, Long Yan didn't fluctuate in his heart. He pretended to be shy and lowered his eyes on the surface, but he was actually listening to 886's praise of his improved acting skills.

Young Master Long was proud in his heart, so he couldn't care about Song Ningke's conspicuous little thoughts.

"What are you talking about?" A girl came over and pushed Song Ningke who had finished drinking the honey water, "Come and continue."

They are playing a game of kings.

Because of this, Song Ningke drank a lot of wine.

He seldom touches wine on weekdays, just because the king gave the order to drink the wine of the man on the right, and that man's wine was full of a big glass, which made him look like this within a while after drinking.

Long Yan stood in front of Song Ningke and explained with a smile. "Sorry, my young master is not feeling well right now, so let me do it."

Zha Shou can't have any more problems, he still has things to do.

"That can't be done, how can it be done without the birthday star? Do you think so?" The girl turned her head and asked the seven or eight people behind her, and the other side started to boo, saying that Song Ningke still needs someone to protect him like a chick.

Song Ningke, who was drunk, couldn't bear this kind of provocative approach, and immediately stared and said that Long Yan was meddling in his own business.

This lack of temper made Long Yan's hands itch, and he really wanted to beat him up, but he could only maintain an expression of "Master, I was wrong, and Master, I was wrong".

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, someone hurried out to smooth things over and said, "What's the big deal? Don't get angry. Why don't we all play together? It's more fun when there are more people."

We are having a good time playing, and no one wants to have a disappointing scene.

So Long Yan was pulled into this group of young masters and ladies to sit for this reason.

Long Yan was lucky. He didn't encounter any weird orders for the time being, so he took off his coat and was beaten by a boy. Jiao Didi said "you are so annoying".

This made 886, who was watching the movie quietly, laugh like crazy, and the noise made him have a headache. He began to be aggressive and let 886 choose the shielding mode, otherwise he would cut its neck after going out.

In this round, the king gave orders. "No. 15 and No. [-] face each other, interlocking fingers and staring at each other for [-] seconds."

The card in Long Yan's hand showed 8.

"The left deacon is No. 8, who is No. 3? It is said that if you look at each other for more than ten seconds, you will be so excited that you want to fall in love with the other party. Come and let me see. Which of you is so lucky?"

The girl next to Long Yan turned her head to see his cards, laughed and snatched them and shook the cards in her hand to others, urging No. 3 to stand up quickly.

This girl is the one who wanted to hook up with Long Yan and go back to be her deacon.

Among the people present, only one person kept his head down and remained silent throughout the whole process. Someone saw that something was wrong, and quickly took his card to take a look. It really was number 3.

Coincidentally, this person is Song Ningke.

【What is this called?This is called God bless you too. 】

886 was so excited that he desperately screamed.

"Just staring at each other for a few seconds, what's the use?" Long Yan felt that 886 was overreacting.

[You don't understand, the scumbag's favorability for you is already considered high. According to his personality, the implementation is still very effective.Even if you can't get a good impression, mood swings can also pave the way for your next plan, which will get twice the result with half the effort. 】

Long Yan felt that it was reasonable, so he stood up and sat beside Zha Shou.

The relationship between the two was so delicate that many people present started to boo again. Seeing that Song Ningke was not moving, they couldn't afford to provoke him again.

When Song Ningke wanted to leave, his deacon sat next to him, and his leg couldn't help but freeze in place, unable to move a bit.

"Master, Zuo Ji offended."

After saying that, Song Ningke's hands were held up, and the deacon's slender hands were carefully squeezed between his fingers, for fear of making him angry if they were too big.

Even through a layer of gloves, Song Ningke could clearly feel the warmth from the other party, and felt awkward.

After clasping his hands, Long Yan was thankful that he was wearing gloves, but when he went back later, he would still wash and disinfect his hands carefully as before.

Song Ningke also felt that the time was too long for the fingers to be intertwined, and her words urged her.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

Under the gaze of seven or eight people, the two faced each other, their eyes facing each other.

Time passed by little by little, Song Ningke couldn't hear anything except the thumping of her heart, she shyly stared at the pair of dizzying, overly gentle black eyes on the opposite side, he could see his own reflection in those clear eyes, an obvious Self in a state of shyness.

[Di!Zha Shou's mood fluctuates. 】

It is said that Long Yan's eyes are more affectionate, just to keep Zha Shou in this state, and it is best to increase his favorability.

Fortunately, a certain old man was still resting on his bed, and wanted to sleep with him when he went back, otherwise, if he saw this scene, it would be more than just a simple matter of jealousy.

Song Ningke here couldn't help but look away in order to hide her nervousness.

How many seconds?Such a long time should be exceeded, right?

Song Ningke didn't know anything, he only knew that if he continued to look at it like this, the inexplicable feelings in his heart would be completely exposed, and he couldn't let himself be embarrassed in front of so many people.

"It's only 13 seconds, and there are still two seconds left. Let's do it all over again."

The person who took out his mobile phone to time the time shouted excitedly, and the others followed suit.

Anyone with eyes can see that there is something going on between the two.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not feeling well, I want to do it myself."

Song Ningke stood up abruptly, walked around Long Yan, and left in a panic after leaving these words.

Because the tone was full of shame and anger, these young masters who also had a temper muttered unhappily: What kind of young master's temper is this?

Song Ningke, who hurriedly escaped from the crowd and walked to the garden outside, felt the heat from her face dissipated by the gentle evening wind, and her palms were so hot that it seemed that the warmth of the deacon's palms remained on them, so he couldn't help but raise his hands and rub them on his clothes. rubbed.

It's not disgust, but bewilderment.

"Master, be careful of catching a cold."

Before the young man could dissipate the throbbing that he had just looked at, he put a coat on his shoulders from behind.

"What are you doing here? I didn't tell you to continue playing." He gathered his clothes and didn't look at the deacon from the beginning to the end, just because he was afraid that the other party would see his abnormality now.

"Zuo Ji is only the young master's deacon, and only belongs to the young master. Wherever the young master is, Zuo Ji must be there."

This kind of exclusivity is like a catalyst for Song Ningke's feelings.

[Di!Zha Shou's favorability increases by 5%, and the current character's favorability is 77%. 】

Because of that vague feeling, he undoubtedly benefited from these words, and the system's reminder is the most powerful evidence.

"Hmph, you just said such nice things to curry favor with me because we are in an employment relationship." The young man was clearly confused by the deacon's words in his heart, and he preferred to show off his words.

It's a pity in Long Yan's heart that he didn't rush to 80% in one go. He still has to follow the original plan.

So he reached out his hand to Zha Shou, "Master, I will take you to a place now."

Seeing that there was no one around, Song Ningke tried to put her hand into the hand that had interlocked with his fingers just now, her heart beating even harder.

"Where?"

"Young master will know when you go, you will like it."

The two of them walked further and further away, and the surroundings were so dark that they could hardly see their own limbs. Song Ningke took the initiative to grab the deacon's hand.

He is afraid of the dark, and always feels that strange things will appear in the dark.

"Zuo Ji..."

Before he finished his anxious questioning, a finger was placed on his lips.

"Shhh, young master, it's right here, you just need to calm down and watch."

In the darkness, the young man blinked and saw nothing, only heard the slight sound of the lake water, and in a blink of an eye, he saw fireflies floating around, moving forwards and backwards, looming, rising and falling.

Shine a little, and there will be new light.

In the blink of an eye, there are groups of fireflies, like a flowing river of stars, with the lake surface below, and the reflection formed once again forms a layer of moving stars, which is too beautiful to be real.

But for a few seconds, how could there be so many?

how did you do that?

The young man couldn't help being fascinated by the sight in front of him.

A few seconds later, with the warm breath coming from my ears, a gentle voice said with a smile, "Master, this is my coming-of-age gift for you, happy birthday."

[Di!Zha Shou's favorability increases by 10%, and the current character's favorability is 87%. 】

[Congratulations for completing 50% of the mission of "If you love him, you will scumbag him", and you have obtained the qualification to play scumbag. 】

[Break the first world record, double the points reward, currently you can get 100 million points. 】

[Di!Hidden mission violated for unknown reasons, "Struggle, Patriarch", accept or give up, 10 seconds to choose, countdown starts 10, 9...]

"Accept." Long Yan was going back to play as the head of the family.

[Di!Select pass.Please complete the patriarch training within five months, and become the patriarch of the Zuo family, and take half of the Song family as your own within two years. If you succeed in the task, you can get 1000 million points, and vice versa if you fail. 】

Long Yan:? ? ?

Long Yan's tone was bad. "Let me annex the Song family's forces?"

Doesn't this mean that he will become enemies with Song Jianzhuang.

The one who kept the other party alive was the person in power behind the scenes of the Song family. As a qualified person in power, he naturally had to choose to protect his own territory in the first place.

[Uh, hidden missions are not something I can control. In fact, you can choose not to do them, and I don't care. 】

886 is used to such things as deduction of points.

886 also didn't expect Long Yan to be so lucky. Both worlds can encounter hidden missions. No matter how simple this thing is, the points will be much more than normal missions, but if they lose, they will also deduct more points.

If Long Yan wins this round, 886 will jump from the bottom one in the system rankings to the middle and low-end system rankings.

If it loses, it's nothing more than its family 666 having to be irritable again while secretly giving it extra points.

"How many points do I have now?" Long Yan was considering whether to give up this painful task.

[240 million. 】

With such a huge comparison of 1000 million against more than 100 million, it is conceivable whether Long Yan will accept it.

Dazed by surprise, Song Ningke was still admiring the gift the deacon gave him, completely unaware that he would be formally discarded by the deacon from this moment on.

"Zuo Ji, thank you, I like it very much."

Under the flowing firefly, the young man turned to face the deacon who was expressionless in the dark, the corners of his mouth raised to the prettiest position.

People and scenery blend together, beautiful and picturesque, but unfortunately no one appreciates it.

Of course he would.This is the 22-year-old gift dedicated to Zha Shou by the original tracker.

This kind of clichéd romance has been tried and tested by scumbags.

Long Yan just moved this event forward at the right time, and by the way, deleted some clumsy procedures such as lake cruises.

Of course, Dragon Zerg didn't have the kind of leisurely way to catch fireflies for scumbags, it was just a prop bought with points, otherwise these fireflies would not be able to quickly merge into a dazzling sea of ​​stars.

"It's late at night, it's time to go back."

Long Yan is in a very bad mood at the moment, very bad.

Besides, when the task was completed, he didn't need to be kind to Zha Shou anymore, and turned around to leave.

This move made Song Ningke, who was so young, confused.

Because it became so sudden, he didn't notice that Long Yan didn't call him young master anymore.

Song Ningke, who was left behind, chased after him. He wanted to tell the deacon the decision he made at that moment.

He figured it out, he didn't like Third Uncle, he liked Zuo Ji.

Feeling shy about confessing, Song Ningke only touched the deacon's gloved finger with her outstretched fingertips, but the deacon immediately moved forward to avoid it.

coincidence?

Song Ningke found an excuse for herself to explain this never-before-seen situation.

"Zuo Ji, wait, I have something to tell you."

"I like you!"

To give myself courage,