Sand Sculpture Overlord's thousand-layer routine

He physically reversed the car at the fastest speed in his life, and the speed of his calf was comparable to that of a propeller. Finally, with all his strength, he parked the small motorcycle in front of Jiang Peiliang again.

Jiang Peiliang saw that he didn't speak, and slowly put his legs down.

Jiang Yan swallowed, and pretended to be nonchalant with a flattering smile: "Brother, I was so happy just now, I didn't notice..."

He quickly patted the back seat again, and said firmly, "Come on!"

Jiang Peiliang finally spoke, his tone was a bit cold: "Sometimes I wonder if you did it on purpose."

"Of course not!" Jiang Yan quickly clarified: "These are just coincidences."

Jiang Peiliang: "Really?"

Jiang Yan: "...Excuse me?"

He lowered his head again, pitifully, Jiang Peiliang looked down at him, it was hard to tell if this was just his usual method or if he was really wronged.

Forget it.

He didn't bother to tell the difference.

Jiang Yan felt his shoulders sink, and Jiang Peiliang sat in the back seat.

"Let's go." He said without emotion, paused, and put his slender hands on Jiang Yan's clothes.

Jiang Yan didn't notice his hesitation, but was very pleased that Jiang Peiliang finally got into his car, and immediately turned the accelerator happily, and Wuhu took off!

Jiang Pei Liangben was still deliberately avoiding contact, the little motorcycle flew up suddenly, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell backwards, subconsciously holding Jiang Yan's waist.

The slender waist under his hands showed tenacity, as if he could hug the whole body with a little more stretching out his hand, Jiang Peiliang was stunned for a moment, listening to the whistling sound of the wind hitting the helmet, it seemed to be a warning, and it seemed to be a warning Admonish.

He didn't? Move again.

Seen from outsiders, Jiang Yan was sitting in the front, as if he was surrounded by the whole person, it seemed plain?

While showing off his excellent drifting skills, Jiang Yan didn't forget to inquire about what Jiang's father asked for. Through the helmet, the voice was a little muffled: "Brother, why don't you find someone?"

There are definitely a lot of people who want to send someone to Jiang Peiliang, and he probably answered these kinds of questions a lot, so he just said lightly: "No rush."

Jiang Yan smacked at the meaning of these two words, as if he understood a little bit.

Fate has not come, there is no one I like, I can't find it, all of which are collectively called not in a hurry. He often said this when he urged the seven aunts and eight aunts to marry.

"Then," Jiang Yan continued to inquire about his ideal type: "

What type of person does your brother like? "

Jiang Peiliang: "Why do you ask this?"

"No?" Jiang Yan grinned, "It's just a whim!"

"For example, cheerful and quiet." Jiang Yan asked him a multiple-choice question in a considerate manner, "Which one do you prefer?"

Jiang Peiliang: "Quiet."

Jiang Yan: "Calm and steady? Calm and hot?"

Jiang Peiliang: "Calm."

Jiang Yan: "Speak less or talk more?"

Jiang Peiliang: "Stop talking."

Jiang Yan: "?"

He silently squeezed the "accelerator" tighter.

Pain masks.

Mad, the elder brother’s preference type cannot be said to be exactly the same as his, but it’s okay? It’s not the same, and it’s not too much to say that he is exactly the opposite example!

Xiao Moto walked forward silently, and Jiang Peiliang asked him for the first time: "Why don't you talk?"

Jiang Yan said righteously: "There is a camera in front, I'm afraid of being deducted points."

Alright, so from today onwards, he began to practice closed-mouth meditation.

Jiang Peiliang: "..."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

But Jiang Yan's closed-mouthed meditation still failed after five minutes of practice, and he began to chatter unconsciously: "Brother, can you help me choose one?"

Jiang Peiliang responded casually, "What?"

"The perfume from last time." Jiang Yan muttered in front of him with some resentment: "It cost me a lot of money, why don't I? Why don't I go to the driver's uncle's car when I take a taxi? The smell is even better? It's purely reserved. More fragrant? Lasting..."

Jiang Peiliang asked, "What do you want?"

Speaking of? This Jiangyan is exciting: "What I want is that kind of domineering smell with a little coolness and a sense of distance, no? Any soft sweet fragrance, it is very sharp and has a sense of presence The kind of... big brother, do you understand me when I say this?"

"Understood." Jiang Peiliang replied.

Jiang Yan smiled a little embarrassedly, and asked expectantly, "Yes? Which one meets my requirements?"

Big brother's taste is definitely guaranteed!

"Yes?" Jiang Peiliang said, "Fengyoujing."

Jiang Yan: "?"

He continued to drive the motorcycle with a sullen face.

In the traffic jam that was about to stop, Jiang Yan and his small motorcycle drove Jiang Peiliang back home at lightning speed, while Liang Xishi was still stuck on the road at that time, and his right protector was eye to eye.

The two of them sat silently. It was a rare opportunity for the two of them to be alone in Jiang Yan's absence.

Finally, they both spoke at the same time: "I..."

The two of them stopped talking at the same time, and stretched out their hands to each other to signal: "You..."

"Let me talk about it first." Liang Xishi pushed his glasses, feeling a little helpless: "You'd better deal with the scene matter completely, lest he come to harass you again."

"I know." Bie Le lowered his head and said silently: "Even if it's just for the boss, I will handle it well..."

Liang Xizhi frowned when he heard the meaning of his words: "Mr. Xiaojiang likes you very much."

"I also like the boss very much." After Bie Le said this, he raised his head, and his eyes were uncommonly fixed: "Don't you?"

Liang Xizhi was taken aback by his straightforwardness, and then looked away in a bit of embarrassment.

There was another moment of silence in the car before he said dumbly, "What do you mean by that?"

"No? To accuse you." Bie Le replied quietly.

Liang Xishi pushed his glasses: "So what?"

"I just think," Bie Le said solemnly, "the current state is quite good."

Liang Xi gave a shy laugh, lowered his head and continued to check the files.

Bie Le's education is not low, and his IQ is also high. Although he seems a little dull in dealing with people, his observation skills are first-class and keen.

At the beginning, Director Jiang just planned to transfer him to help Jing Jing for two or three months. By the way, it's okay? Look at Jiang Yan, and return to the original company to continue working when the company is not so messed up.

Now Xiangjing Entertainment is already on the right track, and Jiangyan is no longer the Jiangyan it used to be, but director Jiang came to ask him yesterday if he wanted to be transferred back to his original job, but he refused.

...he couldn't believe it himself.

Jiang Yan is not a company boss in the orthodox sense. He left all the work related to finance and other things that others kept silent to him. He would read books in the office when he had nothing to do. He will express his opinions on major trends such as investment or scripts, and raise his salary every now and then. Although his current annual salary is not as good as that of his original company, it is definitely much higher than that of other companies with the same position.

There is no doubt that Jiang Yan is a very good person.

But what did Bie Le say? No, the current situation is very good, and there is no need to make any changes.

He looked at the message sent by his partner, paused, pushed his glasses as usual, and called Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan was eagerly urging his elder brother to take off his coat, rubbing his blushing cheeks when he received a call from Liang Xishi.

"There seems to be a traffic jam outside. Are you guys home yet?" Jiang Yan asked.

"Not yet." Liang Xishi's voice from the other end of the phone was somewhat formulaic, and he said, "Mr. Jiang, who sent you a cooperation invitation just now, saying that they hope to produce a joint production with Xiang Jingjing?" Taiwan variety show, a comprehensive reality show that can showcase the talents of artists, what do you think?"

No Jiangyan? After thinking about it for a long time, he answered: "Yes? What are the conditions?"

"Yes." Liang Xishi's voice flipping the pages at the other end was very clear: "The first request they made was that you need to be present in person when discussing the details of the cooperation."

Jiang Yan: "...Why?"

Obviously, everyone in the industry knew that he usually left it to Liang Xishi to handle such matters.

Liang Xizhi: "For the time being, it's not clear yet."

Jiang Yan pursed his lips and said, "Okay, please answer, I will go."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yan turned around with a solemn expression, a little hesitant.

This request...

Is it because he attaches great importance to this project, so he is required to be present in person?

Jiang Yan turned around, the room was brightly lit, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were not there, but the four children were all complete.

Jiang Yichao didn't know if Jiang's father took him to mine recently. He lost weight and became even more taciturn, sitting there reading newspapers like a fixed NPC; Jiang Miao changed another Her hair turned green, from a red dragon fruit to a green cucumber.

Jiang Peiliang was sitting on the sofa watching the news, his back was straight, and he had an inexplicably noble aura.

As he walked over, he heard Jiang Miao acting like a spoiled child to Jiang Peiliang: "Brother, my New Year's Day gift..."

"I bought it." Jiang Peiliang replied blankly, "It's in your room."

Jiang Miao cheered and went to look for it, but Jiang Yan stood there without moving.

Three seconds later, he took out his mobile phone, opened Baidu and searched for "what's the holiday on January 1".

"Brother." Jiang Yan said, "Where's my gift for the Zanzibar Revolution Day in Tanzania?"

Jiang Peiliang: "?"

In the eyes of the elder brother looking at the mentally retarded, Jiang Yan stepped back slowly with the lemon.

He slipped away to drink a glass of water, and then? He thought? He sneaked up next to Jiang Peiliang without anyone noticing, and sat down very calmly. A series of movements were so silky unbelievable, that Jiang Erchao was dumbfounded.

Jiang Peiliang glanced over, and the person next to him looked straight ahead, his eyes flickered, his eyelashes fluttered, as if he had a guilty conscience.

He paused, and silently moved a little to the side.

Jiang Yan scrupulously turned away again.

Jiang Peiliang glanced at him, he was still looking straight ahead, as if he wasn't the one who committed the crime just now.

Jiang Peiliang turned his gaze back, not this time? No more.

Jiang Miao found the gift, came out happily, and turned on the front camera for a long time before opening a new topic: "Brother, it will be your 26th birthday soon, why are you still not looking for a partner?"

Jiang Peiliang still answered that way: "No rush."

"Not in a hurry? I think my parents are going to die in a hurry." Jiang Miao never put the door on his mouth, Hong Liang said: "Before? Tell me, let me ask you what kind of genre you like, saying that art is beautiful There are many children, let me pay more attention and introduce them to you."

Her? Vigorous voice carried through the entire hall, lingering for a long time.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Ma De, how come the NPC has issued more than one target? !

Sure enough, he felt a cold gaze coming from the side of his face, and his elder brother's cool voice: "On a whim?"

Jiang Yan knelt down habitually: "No, no? That's what I want to know."

"Dad told me too." Jiang Yichao interjected abruptly, "It is said that the workers in the mine are all physically strong and able to withstand tossing, so let me help you pay attention."

Jiang Yan fell silent.

Dad, you really don't talk about Wude.

Jiang Miao's thick nerves? No? Let her? Realize anything is wrong, but taking advantage of the hot atmosphere where everyone is present, she gets carried away and made a wild and uninhibited joke: "Hahahaha, Dad, this is too much, isn't it?" ! But brother, you are so old that you have never even talked about love. I always thought that you were not easy to use..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller in the rapidly silent environment, and finally disappeared gradually.

Jiang Miao: "Brother, I found out that my painting is almost unfinished, and I continue to finish the work."

After all, she? Turned around and left. Her panicked figure made people wonder if she was going to run away carrying the train station overnight.

Jiang Yan almost laughed wickedly, but sometimes human nature is so irresistible, he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, and his peripheral vision moved slowly to the lower left uncontrollably——

Suddenly, Jiang Peiliang stretched out a hand, and pinched his face firmly and precisely.

Jiang Yan: "!"

The knuckles of those hands were slender and cold, and they were strong. They pinched out the precious baby fat on his cheeks, and then squeezed them warningly, and began to push back Jiangyan's big head little by little. break off.

"Where are you looking?" Jiang Peiliang asked coldly.

Jiang Yan's pinched flesh was muttering, and it was difficult to speak, and he wanted to turn his head reflexively: "I, I see that there seems to be a little peel on the floor..."

Jiang Peiliang slammed harder and squeezed him into a chicken mouth.

"Shut up," he said, "Watch TV."

Jiang Yan was finally as quiet as a chicken for a while, but he found in horror that the elder brother's fingers pinching his face had not been put down for a long time, as if he was guarding against something, and insisted on this somewhat awkward movement with the same strength. .

Jiang Yan: "..."

Although he was very happy when the eldest brother pinched his face, but I don't know if it was the first time that the eldest brother pinched someone, and he didn't know the strength. Under the pinching of those big hands that were rock-solid and kept shrinking, his cheeks had already started to sore , Gradually losing strength——

Jiang Peiliang felt his fingers being gently broken.

He looked over coldly, Jiang Yan still? Faced with that chubby face, with red cheeks, he said with difficulty: "Brother, saliva, saliva can't contain the old..."

Jiang Peiliang: "?"