The licking dog is rebellious and firmly grasps the script of Bai Yueguang

Outside the crowd, there was a man wearing a suit, vest, and round-neck hat who looked at the people on the stage casually, his eyes becoming increasingly interested.

"This is a remnant of feudalism. Men can actually marry into other people's property..."

"A remnant of feudalism? I think you look more like that."

The man smiled and glanced at the little lackey beside him, but there was obvious ridicule in his voice, "Now is the Republic of China. Men are free to marry. If you encounter something you have never seen before, just talk about it here. Gen, it looks like his thoughts are still stuck in ancient times."

Suddenly hearing this, the man's face turned red.

He smirked a few times, pouting, but didn't dare to say anything else.

"Okay, I think it's strange for you to be angry, Mr. Mingyang. I think he's right."

Another man beside him raised his eyebrows and looked at Xie Yi, who was babbling and singing on the stage. The contempt in his eyes became stronger, but the Chinese he spoke out was very standard, "This man marries a man——"

"Kurosawa-kun, no one will think you are mute if you don't speak."

The man frowned and glanced at him, his eyes full of disgust.

Yao Mingyang didn't like this Fuso Dongyang person from the bottom of his heart, but no matter what, the other person's status was really high, and he was willing to support him on weekdays.

Otherwise, based on his status as the eldest young master of the Yao family, he wouldn't want to see him if he didn't want to see him.

half an hour.

Yao Mingyang seemed to have seen something interesting. From a distance, he saw Marshal Fu, the legendary dragon that never saw its head or tail, actually sitting in the audience.

He crossed his legs, tapping his thighs with his fingertips, and was watching a play.

Tsk tsk, the Yao family failed to invite Marshal Fu to their home despite repeated invitations. But now, he saw him sitting on the street watching a show on Xingye Street?

How much does this man like the people on the stage...?

I don’t know, can he still like people so much even when they are dirty?

Suddenly thinking of this, the smile on Yao Mingyang's lips deepened. He looked at the beautiful actress in a bright yellow costume on the stage, his eyes were full of lust, and his Adam's apple slid slightly.

"For this invitation, I will go down to Marshal Fu's residence."

Yao Mingyang crossed his arms, looked at the people on the stage, tapped his lips with his fingertips, and smiled wildly, "I want to pay a good visit to this beauty who makes Marshal Fu want to be with him regardless of human ethics."

Hearing this, Kurosawa Shuichi next to him turned cold.

After Yao Mingyang looked at the past, he regained his former gentleness and elegance. At first glance, he looked like a handsome and noble prince from China.

At this time, Yanliu was carefully describing everything performed on the stage.

The pen was almost smoking, but her eyes were unwilling to move away from the person on the stage.

She just thinks that her young master is the most handsome man in the world and he can also sing well.

"Tuk-tuk-"

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the table. When he looked up, he saw Fu Tinglan's side face. His eyes were still glued to Xie Yi on the stage, but the words were addressed to her.

"Don't ruin your young master's feelings. Paint carefully and paint well."

Fu Tinglan's voice became more commanding, "If you don't do well in painting, I will take care of you myself before your young master takes action."

Upon hearing this, Yanliu rolled his eyes in his heart, but nodded in agreement on his face.

She still has a say in this young commander Fu.

The other party said all kinds of harsh words, but as long as their young master was involved, the bottom line would be to retreat again and again.

Even if the painting really doesn't look good, as long as the young master is not angry, nothing will happen to her!

Suddenly, the adjutant whispered something into the man's ear.

Fu Tinglan's expression became even more ugly, and then he glanced at Yanliu lightly.

"Take good care of your young master. If anything happens, ask someone to inform me."