Cultivation of Diabolic Beasts by Relatives and Friends

On the weekend, Aunt Wu was busy for a long time, as if preparing for the New Year, she made a lot of Lezheng Qi's favorite food, and the cake ordered by Wei Nanhe was also delivered. Nan He stopped what he was doing and was about to go out when Le Zhengqi called first, and said, "I'm not going back, I'm going to sing all night with my classmates, you don't need to pick me up."

Wei Nanhe was rather annoyed, "Good boy, today is your birthday, everyone is waiting for you for dinner!"

"Don't wait, eat it yourself! How old are you, what birthday do you have? Boring! That's it, bye!"

The bored Uncle Wei froze with his mobile phone for 3 minutes, and the onlookers, watching their words and expressions, retreated silently in a semicircle; Yang Xiaokong coughed twice, "Uh, Professor Bai called me, I, I'm leaving. "

Bai Weiyu followed disheveledly with his tail between his legs, "Junior Brother, give me a ride."

Duan He, who came here for a meal on the child's birthday, unnaturally found an excuse to slip away: "Oh, I remembered, I haven't finished my presentation yet."

Only Xia Wei stood still, staring at the beautifully packaged cake and asked shamelessly: "Since he won't come back, I'll take the cake away..."

Duan He dragged him away by a tuft of hair on his head, and hurriedly said goodbye.

Wei Nanhe was not angry at all, smoke was coming from his head, he kept a smile on his face, put his hands in his pockets, and walked back to the house leisurely, not even eating a bite of food that night.

In the early morning, Le Zhengqi came back. After staying up all night and carnival, his complexion was not very good, and his expression was also very bad. He slapped the freshly baked newspaper this morning on the table, "Nan He, do you know about this?"

The front page of the newspaper was about the coffin. This time, the starting price was [-] million yuan, and the time was set on December [-]th. It was another indiscriminate hype; Wei Nanhe stretched his neck to look at it with a meat bun in his mouth Eyes, said lightly: "This is already hot cold rice."

"Why didn't I know?" Le Zhengqi crumpled up the newspaper, "Steal the coffin too, don't go too far! Where's the female corpse and bronze mirror inside?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Wei Nanhe continued to eat breakfast slowly.

Lezheng said in a bitter voice: "This is the coffin I found! That despicable villain named Wu Jia is so shameless! Hey, Wei Nanhe, still eating? Why don't you care about anything? "

Wei Nanhe smoothed the newspaper and clicked on the headline above, "[-] million! I want to manage it, can I afford it?"

"Damn it!" Le Zhengqi bit his lip and muttered, "Do you know which psychopath bought it at the first auction?"

"Du Youshan is insane!" Wei Nanhe sipped his porridge, jokingly said, "Buy and sell yourself, and make a high price to fool people. Only some people are fooled by foreigners with a lot of money."

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"You're a kid, why do you meddle in so much business? Study hard!" Wei Nanhe choked up his anger, caught him and reprimanded him: "Did I give you too much money? You fool around with your classmates every day ! This semester’s exams won’t pass the average level, and it will cost tens of thousands! I’m too lazy to teach you, you can figure it out!”

Le Zhengqi frowned and remained silent, he didn't know what he was thinking, the reprimands went in his left ear and out of his right ear, after a while, he picked up a steamed bun, turned around and left.

Wei Nanhe was taken aback, and shouted: "Lezheng Qi, where are you going?"

"Back to school!"

"You son of a bitch, it's the weekend!"

Le Zhengqi chewed the steamed buns and hummed, "I have something to do at school."

"What's up?"

"I have to report everything to you?"

Wei Nanhe was at a loss for words for three seconds, and was furious, "Then what are you doing when you come back? You just know how to play, and I will deduct your pocket money!"

"I want it from my sister!" Le Zhengqi trotted out of the porcelain workshop, bumped into Yang Xiaokong on the steps, grabbed him and complained angrily, "Will Wei Nanhe die if he doesn't scold me?"

"I heard you arguing from afar." Yang Xiaokong took off the crumbs of steamed buns from the corner of his mouth, "Yesterday everyone was waiting for you to come back for dinner, and Senior Brother Wei even bought you a present."

Lezheng curled his lips, "There are activities in our department..."

"Why do you look more and more like Weiyu?" Yang Xiaokong was angry and funny, and persuaded: "It's not that you are not allowed to participate in activities, but don't go too far; your profession speaks based on knowledge, and you will waste all your time later I regret it." After finishing speaking, he handed him a paper box, "I bought you a watch, happy birthday."

Le Zhengqi threw away the steamed bun and took it with a happy smile, "Thank you Senior Brother Yang."

Yang Xiaokong said helplessly: "Weiyu also bought you a watch, really..."

"You two really have a good understanding." Le Zhengqi unpacked the box on the spot and put the watch on his hand, "It's okay, I'll wear one in each hand, hehe..."

Yang Xiaokong patted him on the head, "Don't rush back to school, go coax Senior Brother Wei! You didn't come back yesterday, he was so upset that he didn't even eat dinner."

"Oh." Le Zhengqi obediently agreed, rubbed his nose, turned his head and walked up the steps, walked a few steps, then turned back and hooked Yang Xiaokong's shoulder and asked, "Do you know about that coffin?"

"knowledge."

"I have a way to make Du Youshan spit it out."

Yang Xiaokong was startled, "What way?"

Le Zhengqi hooked his shoulders and murmured, Yang Xiaokong's expression changed suddenly, "No! This is illegal! Don't be obsessed with money like Xia Wei!"

Le Zhengqi covered his mouth and lowered his voice: "I don't care about that coffin, I'm just mad at being played around by Wujia!"

"Absolutely not!" Yang Xiaokong refused straight away: "If you have such a plan again, I will tell Senior Brother Wei and let him lock you up."

"Wei Nanhe's running dog! Why do you want to report everything?" Le Zhengqi jumped anxiously, "We just forced Du Youshan to donate the coffin to the museum, and we didn't get any benefits! Maybe you want to see that Sell ​​the coffin to foreigners?"

Yang Xiaokong stared at him conflictingly, "I don't want to, but your plan is a crime!"

Le Zhengqi asked back: "Then do you have a better way?"

Yang Xiaokong couldn't answer.

Le Zhengqi spread his hands, "We didn't do anything wrong! Think about it, Du Youshan donated that coffin, but it's no small news, the media will definitely hype it up again, and we've indirectly made him a reputation! He even Knowing that we did it, we didn’t dare to call the police because of face.”

Yang Xiaokong was silent for a long time, and asked, "Just the two of us?"

"Of course it's not enough, call two more trustworthy ones, Xia Wei and..."

Yang Xiaokong shook his head before he finished speaking, "Forget about Weiyu, he's been working on lacquer painting recently, and he will have a solo exhibition soon, this kind of thing will affect him; besides, he signed a contract with Du's Painting Industry, we don't want to let him He's in trouble."

Hearing the other party's tone, Le Zhengqi agreed, and couldn't help beaming with joy, "Okay! Then just add Xia Wei."

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Bai Zuohan's city sculpture project ended on schedule. This series of relief sculptures easily won several awards. The real objects and other photos are displayed in the small hall of the department building for students of the sculpture department to observe and study. Chen Chengcheng touched his chin with an intoxicated expression on his face Looking at these photos, I muttered to myself: "I made all the hands and feet, and the hands and feet are the essence!"

Yang Xiaokong joked: "You are quite similar to Weiyu in terms of narcissism."

"Weiyu is too bad!" Chen Chengzhen clenched his fists indignantly, "As soon as his painting was sent up, he squeezed out my painting. What a tragedy! Ji Shengyu, He Shengliang?"

All the works participating in art exhibitions above the provincial level are always first selected by the Municipal Artists Association for a round, and most of them are cut off, and less than 5.00% are finally submitted, while the works of students in school must first pass the school's selection. The pass rate is even lower when it is sent to the Artists Association; in previous school selections, only Bai Weiyu could pass every time, which made people jealous.

After seeing the photos, Yang Xiaokong turned his head and left the exhibition hall, "You should be content! At least you cut it off from the Artists Association, I can't even pass the school test."

Chen Chenggong drooped his head, "I was able to pass the school test because the strong people have all graduated."

Yang Xiaokong persuaded: "Senior Brother Chen, don't be discouraged. There will be a national art exhibition on New Year's Day. There will be classified ones. The one submitted for Yuyu is for lacquer painting materials, and yours for oil paintings. There is no conflict."

Chen Cheng said dejectedly: "Without Weiyu and others, my life is really a failure."

Yang Xiaokong laughed, "That means you are not good at learning."

Bai Zuohan walked towards him and waved: "Honestly, I have something to do. Please take a look at the second grade class for me."

Chen Chengcheng happily agreed: "Okay, okay!"

"Wait!" Bai Zuohan ordered: "I tell you, even if you pretend, you have to put on a little face, don't be crazy, talk less."

Chen Chengcheng responded, straightened his collar, and walked towards the teaching building solemnly, pretending to be serious.

Bai Zuohan glanced at his back, shook his head, "He's a good boy, but he's too noisy."

Yang Xiaokong tugged at his cuff, and said in a soft voice, "I bathed Laifu before I came out, and I won't go back at noon, remember to bring food for it."

Bai Zuohan patted him on the head, "Don't be in a hurry to go to Zhuangbitang, come to my office and talk to you about something."

"What's the matter?" Yang Xiaokong obediently followed him to the department building.

"What are your plans after graduation?"

Yang Xiaokong shrugged, "Same as Weiyu, a wandering artist!"

"He's so unstable." Bai Zuohan glanced at him, "Besides, Bai Weiyu has won so many awards, he has money, do you have it?"

Yang Xiaokong scratched his head stupidly, "Then I can't help it."

Bai Zuohan threw out a sentence without thinking: "I want you to bring me back with an award in the next year."

Yang Xiaokong followed him into the office, closed the door behind his back, and said with a smile: "Professor Bai, I can't just take it if I want."

"I want you to take it, and you can get it; you are ready to produce a decent painting. I am the general judge at the school, and I am a member of the selection team at the Artists Association. The organizer can also do work." Bai Zuo Han took out a stack of materials from the drawer, "You stay in school next year, and you still have half a year to meet the above requirements."

Yang Xiaokong was shocked, "Professor Bai, are you kidding me? I'm only in my second year of graduate school! There's still a year and a half to graduate."

"With the approval of the tutor and the dean, you can graduate from the second year of research. Your credits have been completed, and there is only one thesis left. Write it as soon as possible, and hurry to graduate with this year's third year of research." Bai Zuohan sat down beside him, flipping through the pages Looking at the stack of materials, "You still have a certain gap between you and the requirements for staying in school. You don't have 120 hours of internship and at least one award above the provincial level."

Yang Xiaokong said hesitantly: "Professor Bai, this... graduated a year early, I think I still have to talk to Mr. Cao first."

"Silly boy." Bai Zuohan turned his head and kissed him on the forehead, "I talked with Mr. Cao on the phone. He didn't know how happy he was. Bai Weiyu was so good that he couldn't stay because Mr. Cao retired. , the lacquer painting major is about to be cancelled, and the ability to retain people means that the school has let go of the retention of the lacquer painting major.”

Yang Xiaokong was confused, "Why can I stay?"

"It's up to you? Just dream!" Bai Zuohan tried his best to put it lightly, "It's not difficult to keep you, but the difficulty is to keep a major for you. I'm not very sure, and I need to make connections in all aspects."

Yang Xiaokong opened his mouth dully, "Then you don't need to wait for me to graduate, Weiyu's conditions are all enough, he can directly..."

"Yang Xiaokong, are you out of your mind?" Bai Zuohan suddenly turned cold, and reprimanded: "Not to mention how difficult it is to keep your unpopular elective majors, I stole this quota from the Sculpture Department alone. Every year, each department fights for quotas. Do you know how many people in our department will blame me when things are done? I can’t take advantage of it! The vacancy is reserved for you. If you want it, I will I'll fight for it for you; if you don't want it, just declare your opinion now, I will definitely not meddle in other people's business! If you dare to mention Baiweiyu to me again, I will turn against you!"

Yang Xiaokong lowered his head, hugged Bai Zuohan coyly, buried his face in his shoulder, "I'm sorry, Professor Bai, don't be angry, I will definitely meet the requirements within half a year."

Only then did Bai Zuohan warm his face, and kissed the ear of the other party, "Hey, I have a good job, and it will be easy to develop in the future; Wei Nanhe asked you to be the president of some shit, it's just a non-governmental organization, and I don't know when it will be banned. Du Youshan is ruined! Besides, lacquer painting is your serious major. If you don’t stay in school, the probability of changing careers is extremely high. Mr. Cao expects a lot from you, so don’t disregard the importance.”

Yang Xiaokong nodded meekly, "It's all up to you."

Coming out of the office, Yang Xiaokong stood downstairs in the department thinking for a long time, and finally decided not to tell anyone about this matter, after all, the horoscope has not been written yet, and it would not be good for Bai Zuohan to spread it; he walked to the car and was about to open the door , Chen Chengcheng rushed out suddenly and grabbed him, sneered, "Junior Brother Yang, where did you go just now?"

Yang Xiaokong was stunned, "Me? I'm in Professor Bai's office."

Chen Chengcheng "hummed" and laughed strangely, "Don't you think you and Professor Bai are getting too close?"

Yang Xiaokong looked up at him, "Yes, can't you?"

Chen Chenggong leaned on the beetle, tilted his head and looked at him, "I finally know why I have been observing Professor Bai for so long, but I haven't found his lover."

Yang Xiaokong's forehead started to break out in a cold sweat, guessing that this blustering Senior Brother Chen knew everything he should know, so he admitted frankly: "That's right, it's exactly what you think."

Chen Chengcheng slapped him on the head, "You still have the face to say it! It's all your fault that you pester Professor Bai all day long, so that his lover has no time to touch him. Can you give me a little distance?"

Yang Xiaokong: "..."

Chen Chengcheng took out a telescope and hung it around his neck, "I tell you, I will observe for another week, and if I see you again, you will die!"

Yang Xiaokong: "..."

Chen Chengzheng pointed at his nose aggressively, "You have repeatedly blocked my sight of discovery, you deserve death!"

Yang Xiaokong: "Brother Chen, listen to me..."

Chen Chengcheng waved his hand boldly, "Needless to say, as long as you don't appear in front of Professor Bai this week, I will be responsible for spying on his lover, and I will definitely satisfy your gossip desire!"

Yang Xiaokong: "I...I don't have any desire to gossip..."

Chen Chengcheng clenched his fist firmly, "That's the deal, don't ruin my business!" After speaking, Sa Huan'er ran away.

Yang Xiaokong held his forehead helplessly, "Can't your thinking turn a little bit?"

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A week later, it was the weekend again, this time Le Zhengqi came back very early, he didn't take the initiative to call Wei Nanhe this week, and Wei Nanhe didn't even ask him about anything, he felt uncomfortable, playing He also felt uneasy playing; plus Yang Xiaokong said that Wei Nanhe hadn't mentioned the word "Lezheng Seven" for a week, and the child couldn't help being flustered, and he didn't say anything, but his actions were somewhat obedient.

The human heart is like a kite. If the kite-flying person does not pull the rope from time to time and let it fly too far, the rope will break. Everything in this world has laws to follow, but the human heart is not easy to grasp. Two people They all know this very well, but the younger one acts immaturely and clumsily, while the older one is calm; Wei Nanhe pays close attention to Le Zhengqi's every move at school, but pretends to know nothing and asks a question with an ignorant face Le Zhengqi answered each question one after another. The reported academic situation was a little exaggerated, but it didn't matter. The child was just playful, and overall he was very well-behaved. Uncle Wei was very pleased.

When sleeping at night, Le Zhengqi was lying on the bed, flipping through an auction album on Wei Nanhe's bedside, and asked, "When is this auction?"

"In two days." Wei Nanhe sat down beside him, "My friend just sent it, show me."

Le Zhengqi turned to look at him, "Where's the auction house in Hong Kong, do you want to go? Go and take me to have fun."

"I don't need to go, I have friends there, and someone will take care of what I need to do." Wei Nanhe took the album and coaxed: "You should study hard and become a full-time student. Where do you want to go during summer vacation? take you there."

Le Zhengqi buried his face in the pillow, "Wow haha" laughed a few times, "Then I'm going to Antarctica to see penguins!"

"Tsk, what's in your head? Why are you different from others." Wei Nanhe smiled and tapped him on the head, "Oh, don't lie on your stomach, be careful that you sleep crookedly."

"It's comfortable to lie on my stomach." Lezheng puffed his cheeks, "Wei Nanhe, I won't go out all night with my classmates anymore, and I'll come back on time every week."

Wei Nanhe was pleasantly surprised, "Why did you say that all of a sudden?"

Le Zhengqi didn't explain, grabbed the corner of his pajamas, closed his eyes, and didn't move.

Wei Nanhe snickered and stopped talking to him. He flipped through the album by himself, turned halfway through, looked down and saw that the child really said he was asleep and fell asleep, so he turned off the bedside lamp lightly, lay down and hugged him carefully. Watching him turn over, Le Zhengqi rubbed his hands, and pillowed in Wei Nanhe's arms like when he was a child.

The moonlight in late autumn fell on the child's face thinly, under the long eyelashes there was a circle of unreal hazy shadows, the smooth skin glowed with a layer of cold light, the child's eyebrows and temperament changed a lot, faded Childish, more heroic, less childish, more sexy masculinity, it is very exciting to watch.

Wei Nanhe stroked Le Zhengqi's cheek with the back of his hand, the touch was soft and moist, and he pressed against the other's slightly opened lips, sucking softly; Le Zhengqi felt unwell, and muttered vaguely In a word, he drilled hard into his arms, and continued to sleep soundly, Wei Nanhe raised the corners of his mouth and tightened his arms; no matter how old the child is, he will always be a child in his eyes, how much can he give? You will not be stingy in petting, just ask the other party not to be dazzled by the colorful world and forget his kindness.

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Du Youshan also received an auction album similar to Wei Nanhe's. He is a big buyer. Every month, auction houses from all over the world send various albums, but this album is especially related to Wei Nanhe. They are different; on the cover is a Ru Kiln Avalokitesvara, a family heirloom of the Du family.

Wu Jia glanced at the cover indifferently, and asked, "Boss Du, do you want to take it back?"

Du Youshan was holding the picture book, his face was still calm, but his hands were trembling slightly, "Notify the people in Hong Kong, I can afford any money, and I will take the photos no matter what." I have never been attached to anything in my life, but this Guanyin, if I don't take it back, even if I die, I will have no face to see my parents when I go underground.

"Boss Du, why don't you think carefully?" Wu Jia persuaded, "Ru kiln porcelain is priceless, but the starting price of this Guanyin statue is 7000 million, which I personally think is too high."

Du Youshan smiled wryly, and pointed at the photos in the album, "Ten years ago, an auction house in Tokyo started bidding at 700 million yuan. My business was just getting started, and I couldn't even get one-tenth of the starting price. After the auction, there is no news about it.” He let go of the album, stood up and walked to the altar, lit three incense sticks facing the photos of his parents, bowed, and muttered to himself: “I, Du Youshan It’s not what it used to be, and no one wants to argue with me about it.”

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Du Youshan is determined to win this Ru Kiln Avalokitesvara, 7000 million is not a small amount, and the cost of the three chain galleries of Du's Painting Industry can make up this figure. For Du Youshan, who is used to being an expert in leak detection , he has never spent such a large price at an auction.

The initial plan was to stay put. If no one could afford the sky-high price of 7000 million, it would be best for Du Youshan to fail the auction. He could discuss with the holder in private and buy it at a cheaper price.

Unfortunately, I don't know who is also very interested in this Guanyin, and the first shout is 8000 million!The manager of Du's office in Hong Kong did not dare to neglect, and immediately mentioned 100 million, and the other party did not hesitate to add another 100 million.

Ten minutes later, the manager of the Hong Kong office called and asked Wu Jia: "Mr. Wu, 3000 million photos have already been taken, and the other party doesn't know what the source is, so he insists on it."

Wu Jia looked at Du Youshan, "Do you want to continue filming?"

Du Youshan has been smoking non-stop since the beginning of the auction, and the whole office is filled with smoke. He shook the ash and said in a deep voice, "Shoot, don't hesitate to shoot, I can afford as much money as I want."

Helpless, the other party seemed to be deliberately playing a game to trick others. You added 100 million, and I added 100 million. After another ten minutes, the manager couldn't stand it anymore, and called again in panic: "Mr. Wu, this place in Hong Kong Rich people are crazy, and they have already made [-] million, so will Boss Du continue to shoot?"

Wu Jia frowned, and turned to persuade Du Youshan: "This auction is too abrupt. It was less than three days since you received the album and the auction started. You didn't have any preparations. More than 2 million yuan was taken out of more than half of Du's money." If the working capital is not filled in time, the operation of galleries and antique shops will be very difficult.”

Du Youshan maintained his usual calmness, took a deep puff of the cigarette, let it out slowly, and squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Pat."

Wu Jia covered the phone, leaned close to him, and lowered his voice: "Think again, don't slap your swollen face to pretend to be fat."

Du Youshan looked up at him, and suddenly smiled, "Are you worried about me?"

Wu Jia was noncommittal, and said to his mobile phone on his own initiative: "5000 million photos were taken, it can't be higher."

"You!" Du Youshan spat out the cigarette in his mouth, and stood up furiously with staring eyes, "You rebel! Give me your phone!"

Wu Jia clenched the phone and hid it back, looking at him calmly, "You're stunned, it's not worth the price!"

"Whether it's worth it or not, I know in my own mind!" Du Youshan pressed down on his shoulder condescendingly, "The coffin will be photographed in a few days, and the vacancy will be filled. Give me your phone quickly."

"Have you ever thought about what to do if the coffin fails to sell?"

Du Youshan really didn't think about it, he paused, thought for a while, gritted his teeth and shouted: "I can afford [-] million! Don't hinder me!"

Just as Wu Jia was about to persuade him again, the phone rang, and Du Youshan was as anxious as a mad dog, growling: "Hurry up and answer it! I can't finish with you if I don't get the picture!"

On the other end of the phone, the manager of the Hong Kong office announced the good news in a burst of "bluffing": "Mr. Wu, we got it! We got it! 900 million."

Wu Jia exhaled, "Thank you for your hard work."

Du Youshan's heart immediately returned to the original place, and only then did he realize that his palms and forehead were covered with sweat. He wiped the sweat from his palms on the side of his pants, fell back on the sofa, and covered his eyes with the back of his hand, "Haha."

Wu Jia bent down to pick up the cigarette butts on the ground, and there was no trace of joy in his laughter, but a sigh instead.

"Boss Du?" Wu Jia knelt on the sofa with one knee, leaned over and pushed his hand, "Are you unhappy?"

Du Youshan took his hand away, his eyes were red, he wiped his face, shook his head and said, "I'm very happy!"

I really can't stand it, this man bullies others, but he still loves to cry, like Du Mao, a paper tiger!Wu Jia wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and comforted him in a good voice: "Don't cry if you're happy..."

Du Youshan held his hand and covered his face, "I bought it back, I have no regrets in this life."

"Well, congratulations." Wu Jia felt a little heartache, and even the expression on his face became much softer.

Du Youshan is extremely contradictory. Wu Jia doesn't know whether he hates him more or has more compassion for him. In the early years, he often woke up in his sleep, hugged the people around him and cried bitterly, helpless like a child; At this point, Wu Jia's heart softened, and he didn't care about how hateful and shameless this person was, and hugged him like coaxing Du Mao, coaxing him over and over until he was tired from crying and fell asleep drowsily; In the daytime, when Du Youshan opened his eyes, he looked like an unscrupulous profiteer, bullying others at every turn, hopeless!

Du Youshan took Wu Jia's hand and kissed his palm, "What I told you last time can be done next week."

Wu Jia was taken aback, "What's the matter?"

"Get married!" Du Youshan smiled with an innocent look on his face, "You promised, you can't go back on your word."

Wu Jia withdrew his hand like an electric shock, "Don't be kidding!"

"I said, I'm not joking with you." Du Youshan stood up, swept away the fragile posture half a minute ago, and approached him aggressively, "The ring has been ordered, the auction at the beginning of the month is over, we are going to Toronto marry."

Wu Jia had a cold face, "Du Youshan, don't bully me too much!"

"Have I ever bullied you?" Du Youshan hugged him with a smile and whispered softly in his ear, "I want to marry you, but you still don't believe that I really like you?"

"It's up to you whether you like it or not! I won't accompany you!" Wu Jia turned his head in disgust.

Du Youshan suppressed his smile, "You promised me!"

"Me! You..." Wu Jia didn't know how to shirk, and raised his leg to leave.

Du Youshan hugged him forcefully, "You dare to go and try! If nothing else, if I withdraw the money from the nursing home, that old man won't be able to survive even today."

Wu Jia was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, he took a few breaths before recovering, "You...you can do this kind of thing?"

"You force me, I can do anything." Du Youshan looked at him coldly.

Wu Jia clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and the expression on his face changed again and again, from surprise to anger, hatred, shame, helplessness, and finally calmed down; forbearance!Tolerate!I don't know when I can bear it to the end!

Du Youshan observed the drastic change of expression on Wu Jia's face confidently, knowing that the other party had given in; giving a slap and rewarding a candy was his specialty, and he kissed Wu Jia's lips again and again, with a very excited tone, He said complacently, "Honey, I will worship you as a Buddha when I get married. You are the head of our family, okay?"

Wu Jia closed his eyes, the indescribable pain washed over his every nerve like a rising tide, he felt that he was terribly sad, he opened his mouth, but laughed out loud, "Du Youshan, you really should see See a psychiatrist."