Sand Sculpture Overlord's thousand-layer routine

When the driver drove Jiang Yan home, Jiang Yan sat in the back seat, touched his troubled stomach, and sighed.

He really didn't understand why Jing Shi, as an artist with a lot of traffic, could be so idle?Does he not have to work?

After experiencing Jiang Peiliang's beauty crit last night, Jiang Yan's aesthetic ceiling was forced to be raised a bit. Now seeing the handsome stubble that he thinks is very masculine, he feels a little A smell of oil hits my face.

The little assistant was frightened by the anxious expression on his pale face when he rushed in just now.

"Young master," the driver gossiped in front again: "What's the matter? He sighed."

Although he couldn't see it, Jiang Yan respected middle-aged and elderly people. He replied, "It's about work."

The driver asked the bottom line: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Li." Jiang Yan brought up a paradox deeply: "If you find someone annoying, the only way to keep him from being an eyesore is to give him more work, but you think it's too cheap for him, What should we do?"

The driver thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Young Master said, it must not be Master Jing."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Why did he know that he broke his head with Jing Shi today, and even broke his head twice.

"So you were the one who tipped Dad off." Jiang Yan said very firmly, "I'm just wondering, it doesn't matter if I know whether I've been to the company or not, but he knows everything I do in the company."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yan shot a feint, and the driver was careless, and immediately whistled in front of him without saying a word.

Jiang Yan: "Uncle Li, don't pretend you didn't hear."

"Young master." The driver looked straight ahead and drove very seriously, and immediately kept silent after speaking: "You can't talk while driving, and you will be deducted points."

Jiang Yan: "?"

It's rare that the little old man is usually at the front?Now tell him to deduct points? ?Good guy, this is really evenly matched, it's the first time I've seen someone thicker than him.

The car was driving smoothly, and when Jiang Yan was drowsy at the back, the driver spoke again at the front, this time in a very serious tone: "Master, why don't you terminate the contract?"

It took Jiang Yan's dazed head two seconds to realize that what he was referring to was probably not the artist contract, but the private support contract.

When Jing Shi's parents had an accident and were unable to pay back the medical expenses, the original owner asked him to make a nurturing contract.

"We've noticed it all these years." The driver coughed twice, as if speaking so seriously was a little uncomfortable for him: "He will only make you unhappy."

Jiang Yan laughed.

It seems that the original owner didn't know that the family still cared about him.

Jiang Yan thought about it for a while, and finally said in a deep and ambiguous manner: "Uncle Li, I have my reasons."

Playing tricks and trying to cover up the truth is a must-have skill for a boss!

The driver paused: "You don't want me to ask you why? I don't ask."

Jiang Yan: "..."

This old man is really annoying.

There was no more words along the way, when Uncle Li sent him back to Jiang's house, it was already past dinner time, a variety of dishes were placed on the dining table, and five people were sitting on the dining table, talking in low voices.

Wow, it's all there.

Jiang Yan sneaked in quietly, and as soon as he entered, he met Jiang Peiliang who was next to Father Jiang.

Jiang Peiliang didn't speak, but raised his chin slightly at him.

Under the crystal lamp, the light streamed and shone, hitting his deep face, and the dense eyelashes could even print a shadow.

As a natural gay guy, Jiang Yan was spotted by his elder brother again, and he had to admit it.

I don't know how the Jiang family's genes are selectively inherited. He himself is not a fake, and the rest of the family are also good-looking, but they can't compare with Jiang Peiliang.

Brother, God forever!

"Xiaoyan." Mother Jiang stared at him sharply again, and then she showed a very beautiful smile without emotion: "I'm back, come and eat."

Father Jiang coughed twice majestically, Jiang Miao rolled his eyes again, but Second Brother Jiang remained silent.

Jiang Yan went to wash his hands before sitting down.

He didn't really have a great appetite, after all he wasn't very comfortable, but with his elder brother here, he had to swipe his face card anyway to show that he was really good.

During the quiet meal, Jiang's father coughed again and put down the tableware, and then everyone put down together.

I understand everything, and it is obvious that it is time for the customary questioning of a loving father.

The first target this time should be Jiang Peiliang according to the order, but Jiang's father looked at his eldest son's handsome face with no trace of expression, held back for a long time, and finally just said lightly: "Keep working hard."

Jiang Peiliang nodded.

Jiang's father and Jiang's second brother talked a lot more, but when it came to financial theory and mathematical models, Jiang Yan, a pure liberal arts student, was completely blinded, and almost fell asleep when he heard it.

Jiang Peiliang looked at the little black head at the end of the long table that thought it was concealed, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Xiaoyan." After an unknown amount of time, Father Jiang called out in a deep voice.

Jiang Yan woke up immediately, and replied repeatedly: "Yes, I am here."

Father Jiang looked at him with a serious expression, without saying a word.

Jiang Yan was a little flustered by the majestic gaze, thinking that Uncle Li would not be so quick to reveal the fact that he molested the little assistant (not subjectively deliberate) to Father Jiang, and suddenly wondered: "Dad? "

"I heard from your Uncle Li that you also went to work today." Father Jiang said with a hint of doubt in his words: "Is there any difficulty?"

He knew that his son was stubborn and playful. He was still self-willed in his 20s. After repeated admonitions, he became cold-hearted. Anyway, his family has a big business, so it's not like he can't afford a rice bug.

Although Uncle Li said so, Father Jiang still had doubts about his sex change.

As soon as he mentioned this, Jiang Yan got excited, and he quickly said: "Of course not."

Boss Ba started a company, how could he encounter difficulties!

"Xiaoyan, if you have difficulties, you can speak up." Mother Jiang smiled and said, "Although the financial report shows that your small company has been losing more and more money in recent years, as long as you work hard, there is still room for recovery."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Strange, he obviously didn't make tea yet, so why did he smell a strong smell of tea.

After all, what she said was true, and Jiang Yan had no way to refute it, so he just bowed his head and said obediently: "I will work hard."

Sitting opposite him, Jiang Miao laughed, and said bluntly, "Work hard, is it the kind of hard work that needs to change clothes?"

"What?" Jiang Yan didn't react for a while.

"The clothes I wore in the morning and the clothes I wear now have the same style and color, but I can still tell the difference." Jiang Miao grinned maliciously, showing a sharp canine tooth: "Are you going to work? Yes, what are you doing changing clothes?"

What she said was old-fashioned. Jiang Yan didn't think too much, and explained directly: "My assistant accidentally fell down and threw something on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expressions became subtle.

After all, office, assistant, falling, and throwing things, when these words are combined, they are immediately filled with a strong, age-old atmosphere of the overlord's literature.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Made a mistake, it's better not to explain.

"Okay." Jiang Peiliang turned his gaze around, without any emotion in his tone, and said lightly: "Hurry up and eat."

Jiang Yan shut up and ate, and did not forget to take the opportunity to give China's good brother a grateful look.

Jiang Peiliang didn't look at him, and looked away coolly.

It was a rare weekend when everyone was there, and it was rare for Jiang Peiliang to rest. Father Jiang didn't go to bed early tonight, but sat in the lobby on the first floor with a serious expression, playing Go with his eldest son.

Jiang's mother and Jiang Miao sat together and chatted about some topics in detail, and Jiang's second brother was beside him flipping through his newspaper in silence as usual. Jiang Yan must not be here on such occasions on weekdays.

"Xiaoyan, you've really grown up." Father Jiang stroked his chin with some relief, and said with a flushed face, "You're really sensible!"

Jiang Yan felt a little embarrassed after being praised: "How can there be, how can there be."

Jiang Peiliang with a cold face on the opposite side: "..."

He didn't want to play chess with his father, a well-known stinky chess basket, but he didn't expect Jiangyan to serve tea and water at the beginning, and then he squeezed to the side and started pointing at the chess game.

When he pointed it out, Father Jiang regretted one move; when he clicked, Father Jiang regretted several moves. It can be said that he has no experience in chess.

Jiang Peiliang watched Father Jiang regretting another move with a smile, and said coldly, "Why don't I remember that you can play Go."

"Brother, we still spend too little time together." Jiang Yan said nonsense with his eyes open, "Actually, I know a lot of other things."

Jiang's father almost regretted a game of chess for an hour, and finally defeated his eldest son after a long absence. He was very happy.

Jiang Yan was very perceptive and began to serve tea and water again.

The temperature in the room was suitable, and everyone was only wearing a layer of thin clothes. Jiang Peiliang sat quietly on the chair. Starting from the shoulders, the lines were smooth and graceful, but tightened sharply at the waist, and the abdominal muscles were faintly visible.

He lowered his head, his side face was as handsome and deep as a chiseled knife.

Jiang Yan took a sneak peek at Big Brother Cheap, greedy for his body, but didn't dare to look directly at him, so he brought Big Brother a cappuccino.

Jiang Peiliang: "I won't drink."

Jiang Yan: "Oh..."

He walked over to take the cappuccino away again, and sat behind the eldest brother, drinking it himself was very happy.

Jiang's father won the game and was in a good mood. He said something to Jiang's mother, and the topic turned back to Jiang Yan, the youngest son.

Under the light, Jiang Yan, who was sitting quietly on the side, had a fluffy head and a slight natural curl. He was holding a cup and sipping something, his eyes were fixed, as if he was in a daze.

Looks good, but only for looks.

Jiang's father coughed and said, "Xiaoyan has been really obedient recently."

Jiang's mother asked the little sister to do her nails, while softly responding: "That's right, after all, the children have grown up, so they will naturally be good and sensible."

The atmosphere was good, and Jiang Miao and Jiang Erge, who had always disliked Jiangyan, did not disagree.

Jiang Peiliang curled his mouth invisibly and turned his head to look.

Jiang Peiliang: "..."

Just as Jiang Miao was about to say something, she realized that her eldest brother seemed to have seen something suddenly, and the brows were suddenly pressed down sharply. Although his expression was still calm, the sense of oppression suddenly deepened a lot.

She thought vaguely, the eldest brother suddenly got angry...?

"Wrong." Jiang Pei Liangpi smiled, and said in a somewhat abrupt voice: "...Xiaoyan is not good."

Jiang Miao frowned and subconsciously looked at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan reversed his blank look just now, and lowered his head. He seemed so nervous that he was about to curl up together.

What's going on here?

Jiang Yan didn't dare to raise his head, he closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly.

A slip of a step becomes an eternal hatred!

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