Defrauding Teachers and Stealing Love

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, Du Youshan restrained his smile, and stared at Hong Andong coldly, "Mr. Hong, what do you mean?"

Hong Andong glanced at Wu Jia, and smiled ambiguously: "What? Can't bear it?"

Wu Jia took a step back, turned his face sideways, and fixed Du Youshan expressionlessly.

Du Youshan pushed away Hong Andong's arm on his shoulder, "He has a bad temper, I'll find you a better one."

"I want him."

"Sorry..." Du Youshan's face was gloomy, "He can't."

"He didn't reject me, why are you embarrassed?" Hong Andong walked towards Wujia with a playful smile, deliberately provoking Du Youshan: "I'm richer than you, and I'll pay twice as much as you give him! No, ten times!"

Du Youshan held Hong Andong back: "Hong Andong, that's enough."

Hong Andong deliberately played tricks on others, and let it go with regret: "Youshan, you are so unkind, you just refuse to let me be a publicist."

"If you want to go back, go back, don't send it off." Du Youshan pushed him out of the door unceremoniously, "He is my bodyguard, not a publicist."

"I don't have any bodyguards, but you are more afraid of death than I am." Hong Andong lighted up a cigarette smugly, and exhaled the smoke on Du Youshan's face triumphantly: "You walk a lot at night, and you become less courageous?"

Du Youshan had a bad breath in his chest, and he said, "Someone is obliged to block bullets for you, but I don't."

Hong Andong froze for a moment, and punched him, "If it weren't for our friendship for so many years, I would definitely beat you." Then he took up his umbrella and left the hotel.

A few years ago, Master Peng had a treat, and Du Youshan went to attend as usual and gave a gift. That winter was extremely cold, and no matter how much he wore his hands and feet, he couldn't keep warm.

A stylish black luxury car, parked on both sides of the road for hundreds of meters, with constant sound of firecrackers. He parked the car at the end. When he got off the car, he saw the man named Zhou Lie that Mr. Peng was wearing next to him. The little boss, was talking to a guy in a gray sweater across the road.

He raised his hand and greeted Zhou Lie.Everyone knows that Mr. Peng's only son died a few years ago, so it's uncertain who will take the position of his old man. Besides, Mr. Peng's left and right arms are all ruthless and powerful. And he was quite defensive, Du Youshan couldn't afford to offend anyone.

Zhou Lie also responded with a smile: "Boss Du, hello."

In front of Zhou Lie, there was a person leaning on the car door with his back to Du Youshan, and casually glanced back.

That was the first time Du Youshan saw Wujia. Although it was across the road, Du Youshan looked at Wujia carefully. Wujia's eyes were very special, with a lazy smile in them, and an inexplicable color that imparts soul and , Du Youshan lost his mind for three seconds.

Du Youshan walked a few steps, couldn't help turning his head, saw Zhou Lie pulling the man's hand into his black suit, and the man pulled it out, and slapped Zhou Lie on the neck, Zhou Lie looked shocked. The sadistic look, smiling and stretching his neck to get beaten, the expressions and small movements of the two are as casual as an old couple, and they don't avoid suspicion at all.

Later, Du Youshan met Zhou Lie at the reception, and he had nothing to say and asked, "I haven't seen that young man just now, your friend?"

Zhou Lie chewed betel nuts and said ruffianically, "It's my wife."

Du Youshan smiled: "There are many people playing this game, but you are honest."

"Boss Du." Zhou Lie patted Du Youshan on the shoulder, "He has been with me since he was 15 years old, not for fun."

Du Youshan apologized in embarrassment, and then asked, "Is he working under your command?"

"No, he just came back from the army."

Du Youshan's heart moved: "I just retired, do you need help finding a job?"

"No need." Zhou Lie interrupted him: "To tell you the truth, Boss Du, I don't want him to touch anything involving gangsters, please forgive me."

Du Youshan nodded self-deprecatingly to express his understanding.

It's just that he couldn't help himself when he entered the rivers and lakes. One month later, Zhou Lie led a group of men to deal with a group of drug lords. Unfortunately, the negotiations broke down. Zhou Lie died in a street scuffle. More than a dozen cars exploded in succession. The bodies of more than a dozen people were burnt beyond recognition, and it was impossible to recognize who was who.

When the body was identified, all of Mr. Peng’s troops came, and Du Youshan also rushed to show his loyalty. In the chaotic scene, he saw Wu Jia unbuttoned a white cloth expressionlessly, and said to himself: “No he."

Then he took off another white cloth, "It's not him." Then he went to take off another white cloth, "It's not him."

Du Youshan wanted to laugh: How could he recognize if it was him after it was burned like that?

Wu Jia didn't have time to uncover all the white cloths, and fell unconscious on the ground without warning.

Du Youshan took advantage of the chaos to bring the unconscious Wu Jia to the hospital. After Wu Jia opened his eyes, he neither shed tears nor spoke, and went straight to the hospital balcony to jump off. Du Youshan made up a lie in desperation: "I know you are looking for Zhou Lie, he is not dead, he fled abroad!"

Wu Jia looked at him without speaking, his eyes were asking: Really?

"Really! Of course it's true! It's all handled by me, I don't know? Zhou Lie didn't go to the transaction, even Master Peng didn't know!"

Wu Jia's eyes slowly changed from determination to confusion: Really?

"I'm not going to lie to you, he expected to make a mistake, and escaped. I spent a lot of money to cover him out! You are suspicious, so Zhou Lie asked me to spread the word, otherwise How did I find you?"

A sentence of flustered words caught his ears, and his expression overflowed with joy: Really?

"Forget it if you don't believe me, just dance and cry to death when Zhou Lie comes back." Du Youshan wanted to play hard to get, and turned to leave after speaking.

Wu Jia followed up hesitantly: "What message did he ask you to pass on to me?"

Du Youshan pondered Zhou Lie's tone, and said nonsense, "He said: 'Honey, I'm going out to avoid the limelight, and I'll come back to you when I settle down'."

Probably the phrase "wife" imitated Zhou Lie's slick tone, Wu Jia was convinced: "Where is he hiding?"

"How do I know? I only took him to Vietnam, but it's not safe there. It's too close to here. The police and Hong Kong drug lords are keeping a close eye on the troubles in this area. Besides, if Mr. Peng knows that he cheated to death, he won't be able to spare him." , he will probably go to Western Europe."

A lie needs to be covered with more lies.

In recent years, Du Youshan's lies are the life-saving straw for Wujia's survival. He took care of Zhou Lie's sick father. He searched all over the world but couldn't find Zhou Lie. This lie is like a balloon, the more it blows up, the bigger it gets. It became thinner and thinner, and it was about to explode. Du Youshan didn't have the guts to puncture it. He knew that once it was punctured, with Wu Jia's character, either you or I would die.

"Boss Du, the renovation project is over, and you have made a lot of money. Please let me take a month off." Wu Jia always shows weakness at this time. He lowered his eyes and waited calmly for Du Youshan to beat him. Every time he If he went to find Zhou Lie, Du Youshan would be extremely dissatisfied, and he had no backer to argue with Du Youshan, because the money Du Youshan gave him would never be enough for him to earn in his lifetime, and the expenses of Zhou Lie's father alone were a huge sum of money.

After Hong Andong left, Du Youshan simply drove the others away, and spread himself out on the sofa in the private room to drink.

"Boss Du!" Wu Jia urged again.

Du Youshan raised his finger to point to the door, Wu Jia stood up and closed the door.

Du Youshan waved at him again, Wu Jia got used to it, and approached Du Youshan obediently.

"What if I really let you go to bed with Hong Andong?" Du Youshan shook the wine glass in his hand.

Wu Jia asked back, "What's the difference between accompanying him and accompanying you?"

"You bitch!" Du Youshan poured the wine in the glass on him, squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Take off."

Wu Jia paused, and began to take off his clothes, black suit, black tie, sweaty white shirt, one by one, quickly and neatly, then untied the belt, and pulled down the zipper of the suit pants.

Du Youshan hugged him suddenly, "Don't take it off."

"Yes."

Du Youshan pushed Wujia down on the sofa, buried his head on his chest, and burst into tears, "I will not give you up to anyone! The money has been transferred to your account, and you can leave at any time." Du Youshan The fingertips caressed the other's lips, and pressed them to kiss.

Wu Jia's brows trembled slightly, and he turned his head to avoid his kiss.

Du Youshan didn't care, he kissed the mole at the corner of the other's eye, and then on the center of the brow, "Promise me, if you can't find it this time, you won't look for it again in the future."

Wu Jia looked at the ceiling and didn't respond.

Du Youshan's tears fell on his eyelashes, he blinked, wiped away the tear from Du Youshan's eyes, and then patted Du Youshan's back to express comfort, his nose was a little sore, and he thought it was funny: you I didn't cry when you treated me like this, but you cry every now and then. Who is to be pitiful?

he died!he died!he died!Du Youshan wanted to shout this sentence more than once.

He didn't die, after Wu Jia left, he would come back.

After he died, Wu Jia would not come back.

I really regret it, Du Youshan regretted that I made up such a stupid lie, deceiving others and myself, and making myself trapped!

Wu Jia didn't sleep all night, and wrote all the things he could think of in a memo to Du Youshan. It was so big that the ruins of the official kiln were in danger of collapsing and had to be strengthened; , better hurry up and fix it, five pages full.

He carried very few things with him, but the appearance of a not-so-big luggage made the two children stir uncomfortably. Du Yin stopped eating breakfast, walked around him, and asked tearfully, "Uncle Wu, where are you going?"

Du Mao yelled, "Are you going to divorce my dad?"

Wu Jia smiled, "Don't make random guesses, I'm away on business for a few days, and I'll be back soon." After thinking for a while, he added a sentence to the memo: Du Yin's injury has just been removed, so don't touch the water when washing your face or taking a shower.

Forget it, Du Youshan doesn't know how to wash and bathe children.

After another thought, I would add another sentence: Don't hit Du Mao after the parent meeting for the final exam.

Forget it, Du Youshan will not go to any parent meeting.

Grandma Gui put the dishes on the table, and whispered to the little robber: "Don't make noise, don't wake your dad up, be careful that he peels your skin."

Du Mao curled his lips: "Uncle Wu, I want to be with you after you divorce, my father is not a good man!"

Du Yin murmured: "Don't leave, although father is not a good person, but, but..." The little peacemaker was indifferent for a long time, but he couldn't find any reason to defend his father.

Du Mao bit his chopsticks and looked around, "Uncle Wu, when the property is divided, we can move the TV set!"

Grandma Gui said happily: "How did you know that the property should be divided?"

"Isn't this the way divorce is?" Du Mao snapped his fingers and settled his family's property: "We need a TV for his washing machine, we need a refrigerator for his water heater, we need a house for his car..."

"Eat quickly, don't talk too much." Wu Jia put the meat floss into Du Mao's bowl, "I'm not here during this time, you have to be good, otherwise your father will beat you and no one will stop you."

Du Yin interjected timidly: "I heard that children are also property, and they will share one after they leave."

Du Mao immediately burst into thunder: "Fart, you are my property!"

Du Youshan opened the bedroom door with a bang, and asked in a vicious voice, "What about Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu's? Did you take Lao Tzu seriously?"

Du Mao immediately fell silent, and nestled next to Du Yin to eat silently like a chick. Grandma Gui remained silent and was busy peeling the egg shells.

Du Youshan glanced at the luggage bag, his expression frighteningly collapsed: "Leave today?"

Wu Jia stood up, "Send them to school, and then..."

Du Youshan yelled at the two children: "Whoever farts one more time to disturb my sleep!" turned around and slammed the door hard, and there was no more sound.

Du Mao took the peeled egg from Grandma Gui, took a bite, chewed it blandly for a few times, then spread his hands helplessly and said, "You're so self-willed and uneducated!"

Wu Jia was amused, and he pressed down Du Mao's hair that was curled up when he was sleeping, feeling very reluctant to part with these two children.

The second day after Yang Xiaokong and Bai Zuohan slept together, he started to move his hands and feet at night, and kissed Bai Zuohan's face gropingly, Bai Zuohan patted his head perfunctorily: "Go to sleep."

Then there was a long period of silence, Yang Xiaokong propped up his upper body, gently pecked at Bai Zuohan's face, temples, eyebrows, and bridge of nose like a small animal, and when he found his lips, he did not move his position, and kissed carefully , he didn't dare to kiss too deeply, because Bai Zuohan neither spoke nor catered to him, and had no response, so he could only entertain himself, with gentle movements, kissing, sniffing, and taking care of himself. Intoxicated, then stroked the other party's lips with the pulp of his fingers, rubbed them up and licked them...

Yang Xiaokong knows that Bai Zuohan is pretending to be asleep, it doesn't matter, he can always see everything clearly, he understands that Bai Zuohan is just putting up with his obsession, these are not long-term, his unrequited love is too humble Well, Bai Zuohan just regarded his enthusiasm as a child's stubbornness, and didn't take it seriously at all.

But being able to see clearly doesn't mean being able to let go, how great would it be if he could be born ten years earlier?He passed through the other's fingers tenderly, interlocking his fingers, he couldn't ask for more.

And Wei Nanhe, who is troubled by feelings just like Yang Xiaokong, although he has long realized the age gap between himself and Le Zhengqi, the age gap is not actually a matter of time, but a different thinking and behavior between two people due to their age. Wei Nanhe was deeply troubled by the model, Lezheng Qi’s rebellious period came, it’s okay not to go to school, after school, all kinds of strange thoughts got into the child’s head, no, the child protested that he was going to be an adult soon , no one is allowed to call him a child again.

A child who is only in the first half of the year yells out the slogan that studying is useless.

Whether studying is useful or not is a matter of opinion. Wei Nanhe doesn't want to publish a long speech to teach, he just wants to let the children know that going to school is the only way for him to lead a normal life.

Le Zhengqi retorted: "Is it abnormal if I don't go to school?"

Wei Nanhe put his arms around the child's waist, "Alright, alright, let's go to sleep."

"You didn't answer me!" Le Zhengqi rolled back and forth in his arms, complaining dejectedly, "I don't want to take the exam, even if I pass the exam, I don't want to miss it."

Wei Nanhe coaxed: "University is fun, there are no exams, and there are many club activities, tennis, baseball, football, you can play all day long and never get tired of it."

"Liar, is everyone going to college for fun?" Le Zhengqi is no longer a kid who can be easily fooled.

"Anyway, you're right if you listen to me." Wei Nanhe tightened his arms and hugged his precious Lezheng seven times tightly in his arms, "Do as I say, you will never go wrong."

Le Zhengqi whispered in Wei Nanhe's ear, "Nanhe, how about I join the army?"

Wei Nanhe was agitated, and his sleepiness disappeared: "No way!"

"why not?"

Wei Nanhe covered Le Zhengqi's mouth, "Good boy, don't talk about this, don't even think about it."

Le Zhengqi responded unhappily, and turned his back to Wei Nanhe.

Wei Nanhe touched Le Zhengqi's thin back, held the child's shoulder and kissed again and again, he could only sigh worriedly.Arranging the future of the child is not the parent's intention, but Le Zhengqi is very different from ordinary children. With his IQ and EQ, once there is no adult around him, he will definitely cause trouble. Wei Nanhe only needs to master it in one day. Even if Le Zhengqi was admitted to university, he would not be allowed to live in a dormitory, let alone be a soldier?What a joke!

Bai Weiyu has been busy with his graduation thesis these days, and every day is like a deadline in hell. He is so busy that he is dizzy. Although his graduation creation is not a problem, he can handle it with just a painting, but the thesis is not as good as shit. , seeing that he will be defending his graduation defense in half a month, his first draft was barely finished.

Wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, Mr. Cao was sitting under the slanted eaves of Zhuangbi Hall, holding a red pen, and flipping through the first draft of the thesis that Bai Weiyu had just printed out, "The decoration in mother-of-pearl makes it even more glamorous... What?"

Bai Weiyu explained: "You are in good spirits, typo, typo."

Mrs. Cao holding reading glasses: "Various materials are applied to the organs of the opposite sex... eh? eh?"

Bai Weiyu was sweating coldly: "Unusual-shaped vessel, hehe..."

"...How to produce a different visual effect?" Mr. Cao paused: "What is it?"

"Cough... it's meaningless, cross it out."

"In the expression of Japanese lacquer art..." Mr. Cao shook the thin stack of poor papers: "What Japanese? Don't let these words appear in my papers!"

"Yes Yes……"

"The angle of aesthetics varies from person to person. My mother once said..." Mr. Cao took a deep breath and roared, "So-and-so said, such words can only be selected from famous quotes! Your mother said? Your mother is Which celebrity?"

Bai Weiyu lowered his head: "Understood..."

"The Japanese attach great importance to the dissemination and development of lacquer art, and integrate their national characteristics, while the stick almost adopts the method of attracting stars..." Mr. Cao couldn't bear it anymore, and he grabbed the stack of paper and pulled it on Bai Weiyu's head, "What do you say? Seriously? Rewrite, rewrite!"

Bai Weiyu hugged his head to hide, took the opportunity to get back his thesis, and muttered, "I'll know it once I say it, don't need to say it so many times."

"You still have the guts to say it!" Mr. Cao slapped Bai Weiyu's head several times: "No. 18 is about to defend, do you know?"

Bai Weiyu was shocked: "What? NO.18? Isn't it NO.19?"

Mr. Cao added a few slaps: "What's the difference between eighteen and nineteen? Did you poop on your pants before you went to the latrine?"

Le Zhengqi was sitting in a rocking chair at the entrance of the wooden building, holding a geography textbook in his hands, and he was very happy when he heard Cao Lao scolding Bai Weiyu.

Wei Nanhe pinched his face, "Recite your book! Laughing at others? You are just like him."

Le Zhengqi was holding the black cat listlessly, holding the book with two fingers, chanting, not sure if he understood.

Wei Nanhe peeled peanuts for his father as usual, Le Zhengqi pretended to be sensible: "Nanhe, go and do it, let me peel it."

Wei Nanhe waved his hand, "Recite your book, why are you joining in the fun!"

Le Zhengqi retreated into the rocking chair resentfully, and curled her lips: "Back, back, back, back your big-headed ghost!"

Mr. Wei chattered endlessly, Wei Nanhe only responded to what he could understand, talking ramblingly, Bai Zuohan came, and as soon as the shiny Mimihu arrived, he stopped beside Wei Nanhe next to an old jeep.

Yang Xiaokong got off the car, went back to Zhuangbitang to say hello to Mr. Cao, and then buried himself in his work without saying much.

Before Mr. Cao said anything, Bai Weiyu looked like he was inquiring gossip, and circled around his junior brother with his hands behind his back: "You're back?"

"Yeah." Yang Xiaokong put on plastic gloves and began to polish the paint.

Bai Weiyu hooked his neck, lowered his voice and asked, "You just came back from your honeymoon, why aren't you very happy?"

Yang Xiaokong smiled, "No."

"I'm happy to say that?" Bai Weiyu smiled lewdly.

"nor."

Bai Weiyu squeezed Yang Xiaokong's shoulder erotically, and blew a kiss: "Talk to senior brother!"

Mr. Cao coughed heavily: "You son of a bitch, go write your thesis!"

Bai Weiyu flicked a piece of tissue paper, and a woman who learned from Manchu Qing asked for a blessing, and responded with a strange voice: "Zha, chi!"

Mr. Cao threw a willow stick on his ass: "Will you die if you say 'yes' seriously?"

"It hurts... yes, yes!" Bai Weiyu slipped back to his room to write his thesis, with his tail between his legs.

Bai Zuohan exchanged a few words with Wei Nanhe across the long stone steps, Wei Nanhe waved him away impatiently: "Le Zhengqi is studying, don't make noise."

Bai Zuohan resentfully turned around and walked towards Zhuangbitang, greeting enthusiastically as he walked: "Old Cao, hello!"

Cao Lao snorted, "Professor Bai, hello."

Bai Zuohan stood at the door with a smile, handed Mr. Cao a cigarette, casually glanced at the framed paintings in the hall, and praised: "Du Youshan has paid a lot for your students this time, just like Bai Weiyu." This kind of school students rarely have the opportunity to hold a solo exhibition." As he said, he lit a cigarette for Mr. Cao, "And I think these works are very good-looking, Mr. Cao, you are a student who is very proud, and this exhibition is very good. Eighty-nine can make a name for themselves.”

Mr. Cao undisguisedly smiled, obviously very satisfied, but he was still nitpicking: "You son of a bitch could have done better, alas, besides being impetuous, he is still impetuous. Xiao Kong is much more stable because of this."

Bai Zuohan nodded with a half-smile, "You're right."

Yang Xiaokong's works have begun to show his style. Compared with Bai Weiyu, his color sense is obviously calm and gentle, which is more suitable for Cao Lao's appetite.

The very different personalities of the two students are fully interpreted in their works. Bai Weiyu's excellence lies in that each of his works has gorgeous and stunning color contrast, and the composition and artistic conception are vigorous and casual, which can catch the viewer's attention at the first time and let the Other people's works of the same kind were all eclipsed in an instant, and his shortcoming was that he didn't pay attention to small details. To put it bluntly, he just had aura and was impatient.

If a part of the work is accidentally destroyed, Yang Xiaokong will choose to repair it, paint a layer of paint and polish it, and then paint a layer of paint and polish it until he achieves the effect he expected; Bai Weiyu is different, he is sure Cover with several colors of paint, and then turn the paint board upside down to let the paint flow. After the several colors blend with each other, add some paint, and then sprinkle some rice grains or eggshell powder to create a texture effect. After a while, if you don't understand it, you will act as a Fauvism.

It is Bai Weiyu's inertia that Cao Lao hates that iron can't make steel, but it's the shit luck of this bastard who is speechless!

Take last year’s exhibition as an example, among the paintings that Bai Weiyu sent to participate in the exhibition, one was Mr. Cao’s favorite without any mistakes, and the other was a defective product used to make up numbers. The main character was disfigured due to Bai Weiyu’s mistakes. I didn't expect that the bastard not only didn't change it, but also drasticly splashed vermilion varnish and painted a row of mother-of-pearl, making it so abstract that no one could understand it. It surprised everyone and won the gold medal, and the art museum that held it gave Bai Weiyu a bonus to collect the defective work.

Of the three highest awards, Bai Weiyu won two of them in one fell swoop. When he took the money, he smiled all over his face and said happily to his mentor: "The curator said that I am the youngest artist in their collection, and asked me to create My experience, I said that this piece represents the cloud, and the other piece represents the rain, which reflects the blessings of the earth, fart, some people believe that kind of words..."

Mr. Cao really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Master Yan's face was serious, "Shut up!"

The bastard immediately lost his mind: "Teacher, I was wrong, and I will never take chances again."

In just a blink of an eye, the brat who was so noisy to death was about to graduate, and Mr. Cao couldn't help but sigh when he thought about it.

Although Yang Xiaokong has made rapid progress, he is still immature in terms of craftsmanship and lacquer properties, and now only Bai Weiyu can take charge of it. Although there is no lacquer painting class in the school, there are several lacquer painting elective courses for pure art majors. If Bai Weiyu can't stay in school, the course of lacquer painting will soon be neglected after Mr. Cao's retirement. However, the school's staff is saturated this year, and there will definitely be no exceptions for the recruitment until there are vacancies in the staff.Wait a year?two years?Bai Weiyu is waiting, what will Yang Xiaokong do?Today's young people are so impetuous and impatient, are they willing to wait?

It can’t be blamed on Mr. Cao taking too much care, even worrying about the employment of students. Because he couldn’t find a professional job, several of his students had to change their careers. Mr. Cao’s only daughter married to Australia, and his wife also took care of his grandson in Australia. An old man stayed in the country alone, and only brought these two students with him in his later years. He was more affectionate than his little grandson. Whether it was public or private, he was reluctant to let the two students do nothing. I have to sigh again and again.

Bai Zuohan asked: "Bai Weiyu's job hasn't been settled yet, has it?"

Cao Lao walked out of the hall and said in a low voice, "Zuo Han, I never cared about these social matters. You see more people and things than I do. Do you have any suggestions?"

Bai Zuohan joked: "It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry to kill the eunuch, Bai Weiyu is very leisurely, what are you worrying about?"

Who is the eunuch?Old Cao frowned.

Bai Zuohan nodded and bowed his waist: "Old Cao, I didn't mean that..."

Mr. Cao said with a sad face, "The dead boy is laughing and joking on the surface, but he is very stubborn on the inside. He doesn't want to ask for anything. He has been with me for so long. Don't I understand him?"

Bai Zuohan put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said leisurely: "Didn't Bai Weiyu tell you? He is the most sought-after graduate of this class. A Japanese school invited him, and only asked him to train three Easy Japanese."

Mr. Cao was dumb for three seconds, and asked in a muffled voice, "You son of a bitch is going to Japan? Why didn't you tell me?"

"He declined."

"Why?" Mr. Cao was a little happy, but also a little puzzled.

Bai Zuohan shook the cigarette ash, "I heard that it is Bai Weiyu who thinks Japanese food is unpalatable."

Mr. Cao beat his chest and let out a sigh of relief: "What are you talking about? It's fine if he doesn't want to be trained. If he is my grandson, I will strangle him to death!" After cursing, he happily went into the hall to guide Yang Xiaokong.