After reading through the book, big attacks and small attacks are jealous for me

Shang Tian was absent-minded throughout the day. At noon, Brother Xiong was afraid that he would starve to death in the dormitory, so he brought two hand-made bento boxes from home.

It's just that the bento had an inexplicable smell of footwashing water, and Shang Tian couldn't swallow it after taking a bite, so he asked weakly if Brother Xiong wanted to take the opportunity to murder him.

Brother Xiong ate very deliciously by himself, and while poking his mouth, scolding him when he was up, he was picky and picky, and sooner or later he would starve himself to death.

Shang Tian ignored him, slumped on the sofa with his feet up, and proudly announced: "I seem to have found a meal ticket."

Brother Xiong paused when he pulled the rice.

He has not been in the industry for a long time, and he has heard a little bit about the black-box operations in the entertainment industry. Although it is not pleasant to hear Shang Tian say this, he cannot prevent others from seeking shortcuts.

"Do you have any money?" he asked.

Shang Tian said in his heart that if he could achieve the freedom of braised pork, he should be considered rich, right?

So he nodded solemnly.

"How old are you?" Brother Xiong continued to ask.

"Fifty? Sixty?" Shang Tian rested his chin, thinking, "It should be less than seventy."

Then, Brother Xiong was dull for nearly a minute, and suddenly threw the chopsticks on the table, and the hunk burst into tears.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo what kind of troubled world is this now—"

Shang Tian looked puzzled, but seeing Brother Xiong crying so sadly, he patted him on the shoulder perfunctorily: "Don't worry, when I'm full, if they ask me to pack it, I'll definitely bring it back for you."

Unexpectedly, Brother Xiong was not comforted, but cried even more fiercely.

Bring it back to me, I was eaten and wiped clean by others!

Shang Tian was disturbed by the noise.

After howling like this for 10 minutes, Brother Xiong supported Shang Tian's shoulder with tears in his eyes.

Shang Tian was immediately annoyed by the scolding, kicking and kicking him out of the door.

"Go, go, go home and drink your footwashing water!"

He didn't understand why Brother Xiong was crying from the beginning to the end, but he just felt that the inseparable look in the man's eyes before he left was a bit weird.

It's like a penniless old father finally reluctantly sold his daughter to a brothel, in great pain but helpless.

But Shang Tian didn't want to think so much, he only thought about eating now.

Finally when the appointed time came, Shang Tian put on his clothes and waited by the side of the road. After a while, he felt a little cold, so he huddled himself into a ball under the brightest street lamp.

Because she was wearing a snow-white thick coat, it looked like a shivering mushroom from a distance.

Fortunately, Zhu Bo is a punctual person. When Shang Tian looked at his watch for the third time, a commercial vehicle in a black shuttle drove along the street.

Mushroom stood up excitedly.

"Mr. Shang," an old man in a black windbreaker stepped out of the car, and opened the car door for him with a polite smile on his face, "I've been waiting for a long time, please get in the car."

Shang Tian stamped his numb feet and sat in numbly.

As expected of someone who can invite others to eat braised pork casually, this car looks plain on the outside, but the interior is low-key and luxurious, even the smell inside the car is full of luxury.

Before Shang Tian's basic necessities of life were handled by someone, he had no concept of money, he didn't recognize the logos of luxury cars, now he can't even fill his stomach, so he realizes the value of his wallet.

This Uncle Zhu must be rich or expensive, Shang Tian secretly made up his mind, he must recognize this godfather!

"Uncle Zhu." Shang Tian called out softly.

The old man turned his head from the co-pilot and smiled at him, "Are you hungry?"

I don't know if he has put on a godfather filter, but Shang Tian looks at this old man with more benevolent eyes, and even looks a bit like his own father.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not particularly hungry," Shang Tian said against his will, "But it's already so late, you also have the habit of eating supper?"

Zhu Bo was silent for a moment, then said softly: "You seem to have changed a lot."

Shang Tian's heart tightened, worried that he might have revealed his secrets.

If you want to blame, you can blame this broken novel. You didn't even tell him the complete plot line, so you can only adapt to the situation right now.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhu, I was ill a few days ago, and I can't remember things clearly when I woke up." Shang Tian looked up with an innocent face and sighed deeply, "To tell you the truth, I I don’t even remember if you are my godfather.”

These half-truths and half-false words made Zhu Bo laugh outright.

But after laughing, he quickly returned to his original appearance: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, Mr. Shang, I just invited you to have a meal. You don't need to have too much psychological burden. Besides, we don't have the relationship of raising father and son."

Shang Tian murmured "Oh", he could hear the estrangement in the old man's words, and he must have recognized his godfather.

The bright future of mixed eating and drinking disappeared in an instant. After eating today's meal, tomorrow he will be greeted with Brother Xiong's footwash-flavored bento.

Shang Tian's heart became cold.

The business vehicle traveled in an orderly manner for 10 minutes, and then the means of transportation was changed to a speedboat.

When the speedboat sailed out of the sea, Shang Tian only felt that the night around him was getting thicker and the people less and less, and even his spine felt chills.

If he hadn't died once and was not afraid of anything, he would really be scared to cry right now.

This scene is too much like some kind of unspeakable population transaction.

Shang Tian clenched his fists and turned his heart to one side—wealth and wealth are in danger, in order to satisfy the temple of the five internal organs, death is worth it!

But that being said, he still sent his position to Brother Xiong.

After going to the island, Uncle Zhu led Shang Tian to an exaggerated multi-story building that looked like an ancient castle. The dark clouds covered the last bit of moonlight in the sky, leaving only a few faint lights in the windows.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. It doesn't look like a private restaurant just for eating!

Shang Tian's heart began to beat, and the few hairs that had been lying down with hunger sprang up again.

"Don't be afraid, this is my husband's private residence. You just need to have dinner with him later. If you are sleepy, you can rest here for a night. I will personally send you back tomorrow."

Uncle Zhu suddenly made a sound, which startled Shang Tian, ​​but when he realized the huge amount of information in the other party's words, he was shocked a second time.

Mr. my family?private residence?

Gan, it turns out that Uncle Zhu is not the one who is either rich or expensive, but his husband is the real rich father!

"Then this island..." Shang Tian asked weakly.

Uncle Zhu nodded and replied, "Of course it belongs to my husband."

Shang Tian choked on his saliva and became numb immediately.

It wasn't until he finally sat at the dining table, his unfocused eyes falling on the whole table of delicacies in front of him, that Shang Tian recovered from his dazed state.

All five senses were strongly impacted by delicious food, and tears of excitement almost flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"You can eat first, sir is still in a meeting right now, so he might not come over," Zhu Bo took out a delicate square scarf, wrapped it around Shang Tian's neckline properly, and spread it out like a child, " You can eat whatever you want without restraint."

Shang Tian let out a dazed "Hmm", and regardless of what the patron's father had in mind, he rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.

He took the lead in tasting two pieces of braised pork with an attractive color. The taste was exactly the same as he remembered. Tired.

Not bad, Shang Tian ate so much that his mouth was full of oil, and his pair of deer eyes turned into star eyes.

Zhu Bo watched silently for a while, with a faint smile unconsciously on his face.

He turned around and walked out of the restaurant, followed the stairs to the third floor, waited quietly for a while, and then raised his hand to knock on the door after confirming the time.

"Sir, Mr. Shang is dining on the first floor, do you want to go down?"

In the room, Meng Zexuan flicked the pages of the book, and his gaze fell on the page number of "Elements of Geometry".

Page 217.

He memorized this number, and then put the book back into the huge bookcase behind him.

It may be because of the stillness of the night, a small flying insect that had been hiding in the dark during the day had a heavy burden, and flew out cautiously. After finding nothing unusual, it landed on the glass window of the bookcase.

Meng Zexuan's eyebrows furrowed a little.

He strode to the entrance and opened the door. A pair of bony hands rested on the doorknob, and he could see the blue meridians protruding from the tense nerves. The man moved his lips, his face was so cold that it was almost frozen, "Yes insect."

Zhu Bo was originally looking like he was waiting for orders, but he was taken aback when he heard this: "What?"

Meng Zexuan repeated it expressionlessly: "There are bugs in the room, it's dirty."

"Okay sir," Meng Bo said immediately, "I'll ask Auntie Cleaning to rearrange the room to ensure that this situation won't happen again."

"At 37:[-] on October [-] last year, you said something like that," Meng Zexuan said coldly, "Your words don't count."

Zhu Bo, who was originally very serious, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips.

My husband has been very sensitive to numbers since he was a child, and his memory is far superior to that of ordinary people. Although he has seen this special ability before, he is still surprised every time—after all, it has been nearly five months since October last year. .

Zhu Bo: "I'm very sorry, this time it was my negligence, please forgive me."

Meng Zexuan didn't pursue further and went downstairs.

Before Shang Tian was sick, his appetite was not very good. Even though the chef uncle who accompanied him would always cook some nutritious meals for him in different ways, he still couldn't eat much. Scribbled to fill the stomach.

But today is different.

The original owner looks like a weak chicken, but he is very talented in cooking. Not only does he have a great appetite, but his stomach is several circles larger than others.

When Meng Zexuan quietly appeared at the door of the restaurant, Shang Tian was holding a chicken thigh with one hand, and with the other hand was sending a beautifully shaped small cake to his mouth. There was a ring of sugar on the edge of his bright red lips. Powder and cream, chewing tirelessly with puffed cheeks.

That looks very much like a little beggar who hasn't had enough to eat all his life.

Meng Zexuan's brows that had been loosened just now were twisted again, and his scrutiny eyes first fell on Shang Tian's horrible little cat face, he closed his eyes, and then fell on the pair of little eyes covered with patches of unknown oil. Dirty hands.

Then he watched helplessly, a piece of chocolate accidentally fell on the table, Shang Tian could only lower his head because both hands were occupied, picked it up deftly with his four front teeth, and then swallowed it proudly in.

Although the cleanliness of the desktop is no different from the dishes in the kitchen, this image still has a strong visual impact for someone.

Meng Zexuan's whole body was stiff.

In fact, Shang Tian has been eating Hesai for half an hour, and his stomach that has been empty for a whole day has been fully satisfied, but because there are too many types of this big table, his attention has been in a state of high concentration, while babbling, babbling, At the same time, I have to write a small essay on food appreciation in my head.

If he didn't suddenly feel a little chill on the top of his head, he wouldn't even notice a strange man standing not far from him.

"Island...Island owner?" Shang Tian abruptly paused what he was saying, and greeted him inarticulately.

Meng Zexuan was still in the sealed state and didn't speak for a while.

In order to maintain a good image of himself as a normal person rather than an idiot, Shang Tian hastily put the things in his hand on the dinner plate, wiped his sticky paws carelessly, and stood up: "Hello, island owner! Lord, are you here for dinner? Please sit down, please sit down!"

The island owner still remained silent, which made Shang Tian a little timid, and took a step back.

But he was indifferent, his eyes were still rolling around the island master's body.

Feeling conscientious, this island owner is not only rich and powerful, but also has an appearance that can look down on most people. His tall and straight body leaves a thick black shadow under the lamp, with broad shoulders and long legs, sharp eyebrows, and slightly lowered eyes. When human beings are like villains in comics, just one glance can make people feel terrified.

Shang Tian has a good quality in his heart, he is not afraid of this island owner, but envious, so he took a few more glances presumptuously.

My previous self was a baby face that looked easy to pinch. No matter how I dressed up, I couldn’t escape the warm and creamy smell. I thought that after wearing a book, I would change my appearance, but I didn’t expect the original owner to look exactly like him. , Still can't escape the tragic fate of the little boy.

The external image of the island owner in front of him is actually what Shang Tian dreamed of—a tough guy face, a tough guy figure, full of strong masculinity!

"Island owner," Shang Tian looked at this island owner more and more pleasingly, and ran over bouncing around, pulling out a chair for him graciously, "Please sit down."

Until Shang Tian's dirty hand tried to grab the man's sleeve, Meng Zexuan finally moved.

He pursed his lips and took a step back, his eyes were cold and full of disgust, as if avoiding some glaring filth.

"You stay away from me."

The author has something to say: one day later——

The reporter came to interview: I heard that you dislike mint flavor the most?

Meng Zexuan: Yes.

Reporter: I heard that you suffer from severe cleanliness and won't touch anything that anyone has eaten?

Meng Zexuan: Yes.

Then the reporter watched helplessly as Meng Zexuan took a small mint-flavored cake that Shang Tian couldn't eat, and took a bite.

Shang Tian on the other side: Damn double-standard dog.