bastard

After Zhu Nanjiang sent Wen Changling away, he sat alone in the living room overnight.

There is still the smell of the man on the sofa, I don't know if it is the smell of ink or the smell of pulp from old books, lingering and endless aftertaste.

The blind man walked over with his head down: "Third Master, I think it's Mr. Wen, so I invite him into the house first."

Blind people often talk without beginning or end, Zhu Nanjiang was stunned for a while before he understood that he was worried that he would blame him for letting Wen Changling into the house without permission.

"Please! Of course please come in. If he comes again, just serve him like you are serving me!"

"Yes, third master."

"When did he come? How long did he wait?"

"More than two hours."

"More than two hours!? You...why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The blind man received a big slap on the forehead, but his body remained motionless: "Master, I don't know where you guys eat."

"If I don't come back tonight, are you going to make him wait like this?"

"Yes."

"It's your mother...!"

After hearing this, Zhu Nanjiang suddenly remembered another thing: "Did he ask me where I was when I was away?"

"asked."

"what do you say?"

"I said that the third master went to listen to Master Fu's opera, and he will have dinner with Master Fu in the evening. I don't know when he will come back."

"You can't carry things clearly, you only eat and don't grow your brains, what are you doing to mention Fu Yuanchun to him?!" Zhu Nanjiang jumped up in a rage and slapped him again, "I'm afraid he doesn't know that I keep an actor?"

Although the blind man was not surprised by his master's violent temper, the second slap was really unfair, so he couldn't help but raise his eyelids and look at him suspiciously.

"You said...Will Wen Changling think I'm dissolute?"

"will not."

"Really? But he saw me bring someone home."

"He will see others."

"See what?"

"The third master is sincere to Mr. Wen."

"Huh?" Zhu Nanjiang showed surprise on his face, as if he had heard something terrible.

Then he suddenly became puzzled: "I seem to have fallen in love... Strange, I fell in love with my brother."

The next morning, Zhu Nanjiang woke up from the sofa, went to the patrol room to look for Song Chenggeng without breakfast, but was scolded head-on and face-to-face.

"Reverse the case? What's going on in your mind? You're going to reverse the case just after the verdict is issued?"

"If you don't overturn the case, you can reduce the sentence. The sentence in the past ten years is too much."

"Are you treating the court as if it were a patrol room? Xu Jingshan was sentenced as a political prisoner. If you say the sentence is reduced, the sentence will be commuted?"

"Mr. Song, I didn't make a fuss. I know you can speak up in the SAR court, so you should find a way to accommodate it." Zhu Nanjiang Xin Yiheng simply begged for nothing, "When you arrested people It’s also to combat workers’ strikes, and now that the strikes have stopped, there’s no need to hold people tight, right?”

Seeing that he blatantly interceded for Xu Jingshan, Song Chenggeng suspected that he had benefited from something unknown.

"Xiao Zhu, some money can be taken, and some money can't be taken. If we help the Revolutionary Party to excuse it, how can we explain it to the government?"

"This person is not a revolutionary party. Didn't the people in the inspection team put the leaflets in?"

"Shut up! Are you out of your mind?!" Song Chenggeng slammed the pen on the table with an angry face, "The things were found from Xu Jingshan's house, can this be fake?"

"Yes Yes……"

"Xiao Zhu, what's the matter with you recently? I don't think you're quite right."

"I'm dizzy from the heat."

"Alright, don't worry about it, I'll find a way to reduce him by a few years."

"Mr. Song! Thank you, thank you..."

"Take care of your hands and mouth, don't take what you shouldn't take, don't say what you shouldn't say! Do you hear me!?"

"clear."

After Zhu Nanjiang left, Song Chenggeng picked up the pen and sighed with a headache: "This lunatic...I can hardly control him anymore!"

This afternoon is Fu Yuanchun's play again.Zhu Nanjiang remembered that when he had dinner yesterday, he promised to go to cheer for the other party, and the car drove to the gate of the theater and stopped for a while, but then took a detour.

Fu Yuanchun waited all night but didn't get a call from the third master, and he still didn't see him the next day, feeling wronged and desolate in his heart.The make-up just put on made him look like a little bitch. He didn't know what he did wrong, and he fell out of favor without even touching the third master's bed.

Zhu Nanjiang has no time to worry about other people's joys and sorrows, he is very excited about his "sudden love".

Now that I'm in love with my brother, I shouldn't be entangled with the actor anymore, and I can't go to places like Peony Hall and Huayan Hall.Although doing so may not make his brother fall in love with him, but the fact that he cleans himself up for love is sexy enough for him, and it can be seen.

After returning to the mansion, he asked the blind man again: "Yesterday I took Fu Yuanchun home, what expression did Wen Changling see when he saw me?"

"I don't remember, third master."

"Has he seen Fu Yuanchun?"

"I should have seen it."

"Blind man, you know I have a heart for him."

"Yes, third master."

"Since when did I fall in love? I seem to have always loved him...even though we haven't always been together, and he doesn't like me now."

"do not know."

"I didn't ask you!"

"Yes, third master."

Zhu Nanjiang talked about love to the blind man at home every day. The blind man was exhausted physically and mentally, but he dared not speak out when he was tired.

Ten days later, Song Chenggeng called and told him that he had negotiated with the people in the court about Xu Jingshan's matter, and that he would find a reason to commute his sentence by six years at the beginning of next year, which was more than half of it.

Zhu Nanjiang turned around and went to call Wen Changling to ask for credit. The other party thanked him, but did not express anything special.

I wish Nan Jiang felt that he had successfully completed the task, so he felt a little confident in his heart, and invited him to come to his house again on the phone.

Wen Changling politely rejected him: "I really can't get away these days."

I wish Nanjiang not to be discouraged: "If you can't do it this month, next month, as long as you have time, I welcome you at any time."

"Then... next month."

"Early next month?"

"it is good."

Zhu Nanjiang hangs up the phone happily, feeling full of energy all over his body, and can go to Peony Hall for another night.But now and then, he now has his own heart, the flowers in the peony hall are no more beautiful than domestic grass, and he can't touch them casually.

Stretching his arms and legs, he collapsed on the bed. He suddenly felt that the day was very boring for him. There was nothing else to do except hold the opera and go shopping in Hualiu Lane!

In order to relieve loneliness, Zhu Nanjiang began to haunt the big and small gambling games in the concession.

The sons of officials who are in business, who have some spare money on hand, are likely to like gambling. As long as one person takes the lead in setting up the game, several tables can be assembled at once, and sitting at the poker table can talk and laugh till dawn.

Zhu Nanjiang used to play cards with Luo Zhanyuan and practiced some skills before, but now he is playing like a fish in water, and he can match up with anyone.

Last month, Shen Guanlan, nephew of Shen Zhongtao, Director of the Customs and Customs Administration, bought a new house on Haige Road. He held a big banquet at home for three consecutive days. Six NO.70 people got off the dining table and gambled. .

Speaking of which, Zhu Nanjiang and Shen Guanlan had a "dewy love affair". They accidentally broke up in the middle of the relationship, and instead of being lovers, they became poker friends.The two of them didn't care about this, and they still chatted happily when they met.

Those who came to the banquet were all the children of rich families and upstarts in the business world, with romantic postures and modern appearances.Zhu Nanjiang saw it in his eyes and felt itchy in his heart, wishing to hook up with each other one by one.

During the dinner, he saw a young man in a long gown, whose figure and face were three points similar to Wen Changling's. After inquiring, he learned that the man's name was Lu Chengzhang, who was in the hardware and building materials business in the French Concession.

Zhu Nanjiang saw that he had broad shoulders and long legs, and his upper body was slightly hunched. From the side view, he really looked like Wen Changling.Just as he was distracted, the other party suddenly rushed to another young man who was seated next to him and started to move.

The so-called people can not judge by appearance.This Mr. Lu looks handsome, but in fact he is a pervert who loves to take advantage, and he is far from Wen Changling.

Zhu Nanjiang immediately dismissed the idea of ​​going to strike up a conversation, and even felt that the other party's appearance was a bit insulting to his brother.

The author says:

It is still Jiageng (☆-v-)O before entering v (Lao Lu is out to make soy sauce! There will be familiar faces appearing in the next chapter)