Kanto Fengyue

Ben, but just looking at the thick bowl of black concoction, the bitterness seemed to flow into his heart from his nose, and he felt disgusted in his heart.

"Third Uncle!" Yuxue's cute little doll ran in bouncingly, and threw herself into He Yaoting's arms.

He Yaoting smiled, pinched Xiaoxue's white and tender face lovingly and said, "Xiaoxue, what are you doing here?" He thought to himself, this little thing recovered from his illness, but I fell ill again. Could it be that this year is not good Well, my He family members have to take turns to stay in bed.

"I heard that third uncle is sick, I'm so worried." Xiaoxue raised her innocent face and looked at He Yaoting.

He Yaoting felt warm in his heart, and said with a smile: "Good boy, when my third uncle recovers from his illness, I will tell you a story and take you out to play, okay?"

Xiaoxue frowned and said: "I don't want to play, I just want my third uncle not to get sick."

When He Yaoting heard this, he was very moved: "What a sensible child." He hugged Xiaoxue and kissed again and again.

"Xiaoxue, don't pester your third uncle all the time." Zhang Yaoyun's indifferent voice sounded from the door.

Xiaoxue buried her head in He Yaoting's arms for a while, and reluctantly climbed off He Yaoting's body.

Sun Xingya picked Xiaoxue up and said, "Xiaoxue, father and uncle have something to talk about, so let's not disturb them. Auntie will take you to the yard to feed the pigeons, okay?"

Xiao Xueen let out a cry, and was taken away by Sun Xingya knowingly.When Sun Xingya walked to the door, she couldn't help but look back, her eyes shifted from Zhang Yaoyun to He Yaoting, and then from He Yaoting back to Zhang Yaoyun, thinking to herself, He's grown-up boy is really good-looking.

Zhang Yaoyun sat down in front of the bed, looked at He Yaoting, and asked cautiously: "Is it better?" He muttered to himself: "It's fine, why did you suddenly fall ill?"

He Yaoting was half-lying and half-sitting against the head of the bed, his face pale and listless: "It's not thanks to you." The gauze on his arm was dazzlingly white, as if he was making a silent accusation.

Zhang Yaoyun smiled wryly: "Is it such an exaggeration? It's just a few small pinholes and it's bandaged like this. You want to make my conscience uneasy, right?"

He Yaoting looked at Zhang Yaoyun without blinking, and said with a half-smile: "Then do you feel any uneasy conscience?"

Zhang Yaoyun lowered his eyelids: "Of course, otherwise I would have left long ago." He Yaoting was startled, his heart beating like a drum.

"Do you mean you won't leave in the future? Will you stay at He's house forever?" He Yaoting asked eagerly.

Zhang Yaoyun raised his eyes to look at He Yaoting, met his big black and dazzling eyes, and said softly: "I don't know, before Xueying died, she asked me to take good care of you, and I will do my best for Xueying's sake." of."

He Yaoting sneered and said, "Am I a child, I need you to take care of me." The disappointment was beyond words.

Zhang Yaoyun sighed helplessly, picked up the medicine bowl and said, "You said that you are not a child, taking medicine is like committing suicide, so afraid of suffering, even Xiaoxue is worse, it is really getting better and better."

He Yaoting's eyes were already big, but when he stared at them, they looked even bigger. He snorted coldly through his nose: "Did you come here on a special trip today to annoy me? Brother Master!"

Zhang Yaoyun chuckled, and said softly: "Of course not, take medicine."

He Yaoting frowned in disgust: "Don't eat it, take it away."

Zhang Yaoyun looked at him with raised eyebrows and said, "What? Do you want me to feed you? No matter how awkward it is, I will force it down."

He Yaoting twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a slight smile, "Feed me. Anyway, you are responsible for my illness. Don't you want to take good care of me? Take care of me."

Zhang Yaoyun helplessly scooped up a spoonful of decoction and brought it to He Yaoting's lips, and smiled bitterly silently: "I really want me to serve you, okay——Third Lord, please take the medicine."

He Yaoting twitched the corner of his eyes, rolled his eyes, obediently swallowed a spoonful of medicine, and frowned: "It's really bitter, I don't want to take it."

Without giving in, Zhang Yaoyun put another spoonful to his mouth, raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Take another sip, be obedient."

He Yaoting curled his lips, rolled his eyes depressedly, snatched the medicine bowl, gulped down a few gulps, pushed the medicine bowl to the side, and suddenly coughed violently while leaning on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Yaoyun hurried over to pat him on the back: "Why are you in such a hurry to drink?" Seeing that he was not recovering, he became nervous: "Yao Ting, are you choking, or are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He Yaoting turned around suddenly, and kissed Zhang Yaoyun deeply on the lips, the bitter medicine lingered between his lips and tongue.It took a long time for He Yaoting to let go of him, feeling a little bit reluctant in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, raised his eyebrows and said: "I said it was very bitter, do you believe it now?"

Zhang Yaoyun was blindsided by the inexplicable kiss, and he couldn't react for a while what happened, but when he realized it, his heart was beating wildly. Seeing He Yaoting's stunning face that was very similar to Xueying, he couldn't help it Very tempted.

Seeing him staring at him obsessively, He Yaoting's face suddenly sank, his fingers clenched into fists secretly, and his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh: "Yaoyun, who are you thinking about?" His voice gradually became serious.

Zhang Yaoyun was slightly taken aback, his eyes darkened after he regained consciousness: "I don't think about anyone," and changed the subject: "Are you looking at the accounts? You are so sick, and you don't have a good rest." He picked up a book casually.

He Yaoting smiled wryly and said, "I don't want to watch it either, but I can't help myself. Why don't you help me see it."

Zhang Yaoyun responded casually, put on his glasses, opened the account and began to check.

The room was very quiet, Zhang Yaoyun concentrated on reading the account book, and He Yaoting focused on him.Zhang Yaoyun has a pair of slender eyes behind the lenses, with the tails of the eyes slightly upturned. In He Yaoting's view, those hanging eyes still have a subtle charm.

Zhang Yaoyun is extremely sensitive to numbers. He Yaoting can figure out the numbers that He Yaoting spent half a day laboriously calculating with Bala in just a moment.Time passed silently and slowly through the afternoon, and it was almost dusk when Zhang Yaoyun put down the ledger.

Zhang Yaoyun took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and sighed lightly: "It's not a bad debt, but there are a few expenses that are a bit abnormal." He explained to He Yaoting.Zhang Yaoyun paused for a moment, and suddenly asked in a straightforward manner: "Yao Ting, are you still running a tobacco shop?"

He Yaoting took a hasty glance and sneered: "Since you left He's house, the smokehouses have closed down one after another, and they haven't opened yet."

Zhang Yaoyun secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said aside: "The casino has a few accounts, and there is a problem with the expenditure. The foreign company seems to be losing a lot of money, but judging from the turnover, it shouldn't be like this. Anyway, it's weird." Yixiang He Yaoting gave a detailed explanation.

After hearing this, He Yaoting sneered: "That's someone playing tricks." Seriously said: "Yao Yun, if this matter is related to the survival of the He family, you will help me."

Zhang Yaoyun said: "Yao Ting, I don't want to see the He family collapse, so I will help you naturally." Looking up at He Yaoting, he said, "Is there anything you want me to do?"

He Yaoting smiled, shook his head and said, "Not yet, I have to figure it out."

Zhang Yaoyun gave an "En" as a response, and frowned thoughtfully.

He Yaoting said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you kill people as soon as you return to Manchuria. If there is anything you need to do, you probably need you to help save my life, right?"

Zhang Yaoyun was taken aback, and blurted out, "Do you want me to protect you?"

The corner of He Yaoting's mouth twitched, and he approached Zhang Yaoyun and whispered: "Yes, don't you want to?"

Zhang Yaoyun moved back and opened a distance: "You mean someone wants to harm you?"

He Yaoting laughed loudly: "This question is too stupid, I am He Yaoting, when will someone not want to harm me?"

Zhang Yaoyun was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly thought of He Yaoqing, and a sentence popped up in his heart, "It's so cold at the top."

He Yaoting slowly leaned back on the soft pillow, and smiled meaningfully: "Yaoyun, do you think this counts as 'the heights are too cold'?"

Zhang Yaoyun lowered his eyes thoughtfully, as a default.

Zhang Yaoyun got up and said, "You take a break, I'll go out first."

He Yaoting suddenly hugged him and said, "Don't go." His voice was slightly lazy and hoarse, and his tone was coquettish and begging.

Zhang Yaoyun paused, neither stood nor stopped, hesitated for a long time, finally sat down hesitantly, patted He Yaoting and asked: "Yaoting, what's the matter?"

He Yaoting took advantage of the situation to rest his head on Zhang Yaoyun's thigh, picked a comfortable posture and said leisurely: "It's okay, Yaoyun, don't move, let me sleep for a while."

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☆, please God easy

He Yaoting was ill for a few days, with low fever intermittently, and his cough hadn't improved much, Feng Wu and Feng Qi had already returned from Fengtian.

"It's only past the beginning of spring, and the third master is so sick. I really don't know how that Dr. Shen treats the doctor." Feng Qi yelled unhappily.

He Yaoting rubbed his aching temple: "Xiaoqi, can't you keep your voice down, it makes my ears buzz."

Feng Qi sticks out her tongue and chuckles: "I was wrong, does the third master have anything you want to eat, I'll go and buy it for you."

He Yaoting smiled softly: "I don't have much appetite, you can go buy a bottle of yogurt. Then take Xiaoxue out for a walk. Now that the weather is warm, children are always bored at home, and they will get sick."

Feng Qi laughed, and replied: "It's the third master, I'll call a car right away, and take the young master out for a stroll." She turned around cleverly and went out.

"Little Five," He Yaoting called softly to the shadow in the corner of the room.

Feng Wu quietly appeared from the shadows, and respectfully responded in a low voice to He Yaoting: "Third Master."

"The weather is so good today, I should go out. I've been bored in the room, and a good man is about to get sick." He Yaoting stretched out a hand to him, and Feng Wu immediately reached out to help him up .

Feng Wu didn't talk much, he just asked briefly: "Where does the third master want to go?" Then he resumed his expressionless and calm state, like a stone Buddha statue that would never speak.

He Yaoting also gave him a short answer, "Xueyuan." After a pause, he said, "Call me and ask Zhao Yuzheng to meet me at Xueyuan tonight."

After He Yaoting sat in Han Jianfeng's office and drank two pots of boiled water, he raised one leg and laid it leisurely on the other, raised a beautiful Erlang leg, put down his teacup and said, "Jianfeng, you are too You're being stingy, why don't you just put two tea leaves in the teapot, and just use plain boiled water to perfuse me. Are you going to tell me insinuatingly that Xueyuan's business has been robbed?"

Han Jianfeng smiled slightly: "Tea is the antidote, you are still sick, it is best to drink warm water. Don't misunderstand my kindness."

He Yaoting smiled, picked up a piece of pastry, turned it over and over again, and put it down resentfully as it turned off his appetite.After chatting with Han Jianfeng for a while, Zhao Yuzheng arrived at Xueyuan as scheduled.

He Yaoting smiled: "The person who helped us grab business has arrived."

Han Jianfeng helped him stand up: "I have prepared a banquet at Qingmei Boiler, let's go there."

He Yaoting stood up: "We won't be eating in Snow Garden today, the three of us will go out to eat."

Han Jianfeng was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll drive later." After hesitating for a while, he asked, "It's just the three of us, won't Xiao Wu follow?"

He Yaoting smiled and said: "It's okay, don't call him." In fact, he knew that no matter where he went, Feng Wu would be waiting for him in the shadow not far away.

When He Yaoting was helped downstairs by Han Jianfeng, Zhao Yuzheng had already been waiting in the living room for a long time.

For a person like Zhao Yuzheng, in the past, a prominent wealthy family like the He family would not give him too many opportunities to get in close contact, and most of them were treated like locusts with money.But this time He Yaoting ignored the previous suspicions, and he was a little flattered by the politeness of the banquet in person, so he specially wore the most decent military uniform to attend the appointment.

When the two of them appeared in front of him in suits, Zhao Yuzheng couldn't help but his eyes lit up, thinking: "Damn, there are such good-looking men in the world. After all, they were raised in a car house, it's just fucking different. Ladies from small households are much more beautiful." Of these two, one is handsome and elegant, the other is handsome and elegant, cold and noble, almost blinding Zhao Yuzheng's eyes.

"Mr. He, it's really not easy to meet you." Zhao Yuzheng's sonorous voice echoed in the spacious living room. He has a high-pitched voice, and when he speaks casually, he seems to be going to war. noisy feeling.

He Yaoting clasped his fists chicly: "Captain Zhao, my younger brother misses you very much. If it wasn't for the fact that I have not been feeling well for the past few days, I would have gone to visit you a long time ago." Pointing to Han Jianfeng, he said, "Captain Zhao, I Let me introduce you."

Zhao Yuzheng laughed and clasped his fists proudly: "No need to introduce, this must be Mr. Han, we have already talked on the phone several times. Look at this handsome appearance, you can see that he is a top-notch boy. People. Nice to meet you!" Yu Bi burst out laughing.

I don't know if Zhao Yuzheng was trying to be sarcastic, but Han Jianfeng was furious with this seemingly unintentional compliment, and really wanted to kick Haibian to the ground, but he was well-trained and thought in his heart "Damn, this Zhao Huzi really deserves a beating." But his face did not change color, and he stretched out his hand to the other party with a gentle smile: "Mr. After looking at Zhao Yuzheng for a while, he found that this person's appearance is not bad, but the banditry exuding from his body is hard to conceal.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Zhao Yuzheng was about to pick up his palm hanging in the air, but Han Jianfeng didn't hold his hand, but went to help He Yaoting, so that Zhao Yuzheng's hand was hanging in the air. Not even retreat, very embarrassing.

He Yaoting smiled weakly, "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, I was a little dizzy just now, Jianfeng was rude to help me, please forgive me." Then the nails quietly drew a line on the back of Han Jianfeng's hand red seal.

Seeing his weak appearance, Zhao Yuzheng immediately covered his face with concern, and instantly forgot the embarrassment and unhappiness just now, and blurted out: "Third Master, you are too weak, why do I always look like you just now every time I see you?" It looks like a miscarriage. You have to take good care of it, or you will fall when the wind blows. Your body is the capital of a man. Look at how strong I am, and I can lead the army with such a body.” At the end, There was a bit of complacency on his face.

Zhao Yuzheng had long known what Han Jianfeng relied on to make a fortune, and when he saw his flamboyant face, he suddenly felt unbalanced, thinking to himself, "This Han Jianfeng, relying on his natural good looks, is a man of high society in Manchuria." It’s all going well. How can I lick blood from the knife edge, put my head on the waistband of my trousers and try my best, but live a poorer life than him.” The words just now did have a bit of deliberate sarcasm, but it’s hard to offend He Yaoting. It is true that there is nothing in the mouth.

His sincere concern made He Yaoting furious, and he wished to give Zhao Yuzheng a fat beating immediately, thinking: "You've just had a fucking miscarriage. Only those who work hard are thick and thick, and they don't care at all. I know what is expensive. This Zhao, originally wanted to treat him to a meal, and then figured out how to reform him. Now it seems that he should be spared, and a beating is enough to repair his brain!"

His brows were slightly lowered, and then quickly spread out, with a smile on his face: "Brother Zhao is a person who does great things, how can I compare with my younger brother."

He Yaoting was born with a female face, but not feminine. This smile is a man's sassy smile with Han Mei Aoxue's gorgeousness, which is more touching than a beautiful woman's clever smile.

Zhao Yuzheng was almost obsessed with watching, wholeheartedly felt that this smile was too short, looking forward to He Yaoting smiling again, looking at him one more time, almost forgetting everything in the world and where he was, the purpose of this trip I don't know at all.

Zhao Yuzheng's concern for He Yaoting made Han Jianfeng feel extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. He almost hurt internally if he held it back forcibly. Can you not feel uncomfortable?

But in my heart I somewhat agree with Zhao Yuzheng's metaphor, using "miscarriage" to describe He Yaoting's sickness, whether it is a real illness or a posture of pretending to be sick, it is really appropriate.

The three left Xueyuan with their own thoughts. Han Jianfeng drove on the avenue, searching aimlessly for newly opened restaurants, and drove past a small western-style building called "Old White Russian Restaurant". He Yaoting said, "Jian Feng, stop the car, let's try this." The car stopped in front of the door.

The three of them entered the restaurant one after the other, but the furnishings in the lobby were quaint and did not show the atmosphere of a western restaurant.The three sat down, and the waiter brought up three red menus, opened the festively designed menu and ordered a few dishes at random.The food and wine served on the table turned out to be authentic Shandong cauldron dishes.

Han Jianfeng called the waiter and asked curiously, "How does your family cook Shandong cuisine?"

The waiter replied blankly: "Our family originally opened a Shandong restaurant."

Han Jianfeng wondered: "Then why is it called 'Old White Russia' restaurant?"

The waiter said impatiently: "Our boss's nickname is 'Old White Russia'."

Han Jianfeng suddenly felt a little ironic, thinking, this restaurant is quite suitable for entertaining Zhao Yuzheng, they are both respectable and vulgar.But He Yaoting laughed lowly: "I haven't eaten Lu cuisine much, so I just happened to try it. This restaurant is quite interesting, and it also suits Brother Zhao's appetite." Looking up at Zhao Yuzheng, he casually asked, "Is it?"

Zhao Yuzheng's heart was pounding when he watched him, as long as he met He Yaoting's eyes, he couldn't help his eyes straighten.Han Jianfeng saw that he looked at He Yaoting with open eyes, and thought: "This Zhao Huzi is staring at Yao Ting so directly, he doesn't even know how to be polite, he really doesn't know how to live or die."

He was afraid that He Yaoting would be unhappy, so he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of beef tendon in sauce, put it on Zhao Yuzheng's plate and said, "Head Zhao, this beef sauce is very tasty, try it."

Zhao Yuzheng answered "Yes" casually.Pick it up with chopsticks and put it in your mouth, but you can't chew it.

Han Jianfeng picked up another chopsticks dish and put it on his plate. Zhao Yuzheng then shifted his gaze to his fair and slender hands, and then looked up at the other's handsome and elegant face. I feel a little ashamed in front of me.The posture of lowering the chopsticks is also subconsciously gentle and slow, for fear of accidentally appearing ugly in the beautiful dining scene.

The Shandong cuisine in this restaurant is very authentic, but it doesn't really suit Zhao Yuzheng's taste, and he was once cautious and neurotic, so this meal can be said to be bland and tasteless.

Lu cuisine suits Han Jianfeng's taste very well. He eats without losing the elegance and enjoys himself.

He Yaoting is a cat eater, every dish is lightly tasted, compared to the salty Lu cuisine, He Yaoting would rather choose milk biscuits.Facing the dishes that didn't fit my mind on the table, the conversation also became less, and only a few words of adjustments were politely interspersed during the meal.

Consciously or unintentionally, Han Jianfeng took two bites of food, while chatting leisurely with Zhao Yuzheng about things in Manchuria. The topic involved military affairs.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Yuzheng really didn't care about the matter of donating money this time. It was really a headache for him, and it made him worry over and over again every day, so he blurted it out unconsciously.

Zhao Yuzheng regretted it immediately when he said it out, he felt that mentioning this matter at this time would definitely cause trouble for He Yaoting, and it would be very unpleasant for him to make him frown while eating.

After a few words, He Yaoting, who hadn't moved his chopsticks for a long time, actually picked up a piece of green vegetable, brought it to his mouth slowly, chewed it absent-mindedly, and swallowed it slowly.

Seeing how he was eating, Zhao Yuzheng was almost moved to tears. This was the first time in his life that he saw someone eat so well.Most people don’t look too good-looking when they eat, but Han Jianfeng can eat casually, and for He Yaoting’s eating appearance, Zhao Yuzheng finally came up with a word—extraordinary.

Suddenly, He Yaoting smiled slightly, and asked Zhao Yuzheng gently and kindly: "Brother Zhao, do you have a mansion in Beiman?"

Zhao Yuzheng scratched his head embarrassingly: "Don't be afraid of the third master's jokes. We are a group of bandit soldiers who have just entered the city. It would be nice to have a place to stay in the town. Where is there any mansion?"

He Yaoting lowered his eyes and pondered: "The house on the south side of the lease is well built. It is antique and has a Chinese flavor. It is better built than the He family's house. I think it should be more in line with Brother Zhao's wishes."

Zhao Yuzheng was stunned, and felt that there seemed to be some mystery hidden in this inexplicable sentence, but he couldn't understand the other party's intention for a while.His culture is low and his speech is rough, but he is not stupid, and there are not many people who are more sophisticated than him.At this time, he didn't dare to answer hastily, he just laughed and started talking casually.

He Yaoting put his arm on the table, unconsciously raised his chin with one hand, and hooked the corner of his lips casually: "Brother Zhao, I want to keep you in Beiman for a month, okay?"

Zhao Yuzheng was flattered, and opened his tiger eyes wide: "Okay, of course."

He Yaoting suddenly smiled: "Just you, without any adjutant, is it okay?"

Without any hesitation, Zhao Yuzheng blurted out, "Why not?"

He Yaoting still smiled slightly: "Brother Zhao really trusts me."

Zhao Yuzheng laughed: "My old Zhao, what is there to be afraid of being harmed by others? There is an old saying that goes, 'He who is barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes'. The third master sincerely entertains Zhao Yuzheng."

He Yaoting said softly: "This is the best way to go," standing up and patting Han Jianfeng on the shoulder, "Since Big Brother Zhao doesn't have a mansion in Beiman, let's stay in Shuangyue Pavilion for this month, Jianfeng, you Please help me greet Big Brother Zhao." Looking up at Zhao Yuzheng, he said softly, "Brother Zhao, can I arrange this?"

"Okay, okay." Zhao Yuzheng replied repeatedly: "I'll trouble Manager Han for everything." In fact, he only knows about Xueyuan, not Shuangyue Pavilion at all.

The meal was harmonious and meaningful. When Han Jianfeng got up to pay the bill, he put the tip in the waiter's breast pocket in a personable manner, and Erya smiled: "Your cooks are doing a good job. Next time I come Time to see him."

The waiter didn't know how to wink, and said with a blank expression: "My cook is the boss. Our boss is very busy, so he doesn't have time to see you."

Han Jianfeng smiled slightly, stuffed two ocean dollars into the waiter's pocket, and went out to drive suavely.

Zhao Yuzheng just felt that the meal was eaten cautiously and uselessly, as if everything he ate was stuck in his throat, unable to get up or down.

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☆, a bowl of plain noodles

Han Jianfeng was going to drive to He's house, but He Yaoting said halfway: "Jianfeng, go to Shuangyue Pavilion first, and then ask Xiao Wu to pick me up."

Han Jianfeng smiled slightly: "Third Master, Shuangyue Pavilion is in the suburbs, far away from the city. I'll take you home first. Don't worry, I will take good care of Head Zhao."

He Yaoting didn't insist, and smiled: "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Han Jianfeng smiled slightly: "I will do my best to do what the third master told me."

Sitting in the car, Zhao Yuzheng couldn't get in the conversation, listening to the two playing charades.Hearing they mentioned that Shuangyue Pavilion was in the suburbs, and hearing that Han Jianfeng was going to send He Yaoting home first, I was startled and thought: "Didn't He Laosan want to keep me in Beiman for a few days, and take me to the suburbs?" What are you doing, you don't want someone surnamed Han to lead someone to kill me secretly." Thinking about the mention of the payment during the meal just now, I couldn't help but feel secretly afraid, for fear that I would offend He Yaoting and plan to kill him. Kill people.

Zhao Yuzheng secretly thought, Han Jianfeng is a little boy, so it shouldn't be difficult to deal with, if he finds something is wrong after getting out of the car, he should hold Han Jianfeng hostage first to save his life.After making up his mind, his face became serious.

He Yaoting and Han Jianfeng really didn't have such thoughts, they still chatted and laughed without saying a word.

Han Jianfeng realized Zhao Yuzheng's unusual silence, and said with a low smile, "Captain Zhao, Shuangyue Pavilion is quiet, you can have a good rest."

It was already dark when He Yaoting returned to the mansion. He ate a damn meal at that Chinese and Western restaurant today, and stayed up until night, his stomach was already empty.I went straight to the restaurant, took off my coat, rolled up my shirt sleeves, rummaged in the refrigerator for a long time, and took out something ready-to-eat—a carton of milk and two scallions.

He Yaoting held up these two foods and looked at them again and again, thinking that it would be self-torture to just chew them raw.But now he was so hungry that his eyes turned blue, and he hardly had the energy to cook by himself, so he hesitated to call the cook over.

He usually hates crowds, and the servants would sneak away before he came back.I'm afraid that when the servant cook arrives, after a long meal, he will probably be so bored that he will lose his appetite again.Immediately, he tore open the packaging of the milk carton, and just about to take a sip, he heard a clear voice from the kitchen door: "If you just drink the milk raw like this, your stomach will hurt soon."

He Yaoting snorted coldly, put down the milk, and immediately lost the desire to touch this thing again.

Zhang Yaoyun stood motionless at the door, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? Are you hungry?"

He Yaoting sighed and said, "Yes, there is nothing else to eat."

Zhang Yaoyun rummaged on the stove, found a handful of cut noodles, put the pot on it, and boiled water: "Wait a minute, it will be ready in a while." Then he began to chop chopped green onions.

He Yaoting looked at Zhang Yaoyun with a half smile and asked, "Can you cook?"

Zhang Yaoyun chopped the kitchen knife hard on the cutting board, and looked up at him: "My son has grown up so much, he still can't serve you."

He Yaoting met his pair of phoenix eyes that were hazy and foggy, and his heart warmed up, and the whole kitchen immediately filled with a warm homely and trivial warmth.The two looked at each other, and they were both startled. They haven't felt this way for a long time - the feeling of family, the feeling of living, or the feeling of having a little lover by their side.

Zhang Yaoyun didn't dare to immerse himself in the warmth any longer, and turned his face away: "The water is boiling." He put the noodles into the pot.

He Yaoting suddenly stretched out his hand, and suddenly hugged Zhang Yaoyun into his arms, forming an intimate hug.Feeling that Zhang Yaoyun was struggling to push him away, He Yaoting laid on him and said softly, "Don't push me away, I'm so hungry that I'm fainting. Master——" The bitterness lingering all over his body after taking medicine all the year round With Zhang Yaoyun all over her body, she was immersed in the aroma of chopped green onions.

Zhang Yaoyun was startled, and hugged him back involuntarily, wrapped his hands around He Yaoting's vest, patted softly and said softly, "Are you really dizzy or fake dizzy?"

He Yaoting's body froze, and he snorted coldly and said in a muffled voice, "I'm just pretending."

With a bang, He Yaoting bumped into the wall behind, and suffered a blow from the Overlord.

Zhang Yaoyun glanced at him: "The noodles are ready." He turned around and took a porcelain bowl, and began to fish the noodles from the pot in an orderly manner.

He Yaoting rubbed his aching back, and muttered angrily, "Can I hold you for a while to die?" I really wish I could bring Zhang over and beat him up.

The noodles were on the table, but Mr. He stared at the porcelain bowl with a frosty face and fiercely, as if he wanted to see the porcelain bowl shattered.

Zhang Yaoyun also leaned over and sat down at the table, raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "Why, does the rice bowl have any enmity with you? Noodles are for eating, not for staring at."

"What did you say?" He Yaoting frowned, and was about to say a few more words when his stomach felt uncomfortably hungry, and he felt a faint pain. He subconsciously bent down slightly, and raised one hand to cover his mouth. The abdomen was rubbed lightly.

Zhang Yaoyun knew that his stomach was not good, and he might feel uncomfortable if he was hungry for a long time, his heart softened, and he said softly: "I have been busy for a long time, you have to reward me, don't make me busy."

He Yaoting snorted through his nose, feeling that there was no need to make things difficult for his stomach, so he picked up a chopstick and took a bite.It was so unpalatable that I almost vomited it. Looking at Zhang Yaoyun's expectant face, I reluctantly swallowed the noodles. I really couldn't bear to disappoint Zhang Yaoyun, so I swallowed two more mouthfuls, and finally I couldn't eat any more. After going down, he pushed the bowl and chopsticks: "I'm full."

Zhang Yaoyun frowned: "I've been busy for a long time, why do you only eat so few bites?"

He Yaoting sneered and said, "Master brother, you don't even try it, the noodles you make are so unpalatable."

Zhang Yaoyun was taken aback for a moment, picked up a chopstick to taste it, and asked suspiciously: "Is it that unpalatable? I think it's okay. You are too delicate, picky eater."

He Yaoting said angrily: "I'm delicate? I'm a picky eater? It's because the food you cook is hard to swallow. I've given you a lot of face by barely eating a few bites."

Zhang Yaoyun looked at He Yaoting with a smile, and suddenly felt a little frustrated, and whispered to himself: "It's hard to swallow? It shouldn't be, Xiaoxue has never disliked my cooking."

He Yaoting sneered and said, "That's because the child's life is hard, and he can survive after being raised like this for several years."

Zhang Yaoyun suddenly raised his eyes and asked leisurely: "What did you do today, why are you so hungry?"

He Yaoting snorted coldly: "It's up to you what I do."

Zhang Yaoyun said casually: "I don't care, who cares about you!"

He Yaoting smiled and said: "I went to have a meal with a manager, and it turned out to be a Shandong restaurant, and the salty food almost killed me." Suddenly he looked up at Zhang Yaoyun and asked: "By the way, what are you doing today? It seems that you haven't been home all day, what did you do?"

Zhang Yaoyun sneered: "Why, the third master sent someone to watch me?"

He Yaoting sneered: "Who is spying on you? I just saw that your clothes still smell of frost. I guess you just came back."

Zhang Yaoyun said calmly, "I'm looking for a job today."

He Yaoting was startled, looked at Zhang Yaoyun with raised eyebrows and asked, "What job did you find?"

Zhang Yaoyun replied: "China-Russia Industrial School, where I work as a teacher. I had a good chat with the head of the department, and he invited me to have dinner at home in the evening."

He Yaoting sneered disdainfully: "There are still people in this world who fall in love with you. I guess the head of your department must be a monster."

The two of them bickered with each other, but they were not fighting when they came and went. When the quarrel was hot, Xiaoxue rubbed her eyes and entered the restaurant, and softly called out to Zhang Yaoyun :"dad."

As soon as he saw He Yaoting, he immediately rushed forward: "Third Uncle, hug!" He Yaoting bent down to hold the child in his arms, and kissed him on the forehead very affectionately.The corner of Zhang Yaoyun's mouth twitched, thinking: "This stinky boy, let's kiss him."

Xiaoxue immediately entangled He Yaoting and acted coquettishly. He Yaoting was so entangled by him that he had no choice but to hug and coax him while telling the story in Journey to the West.He Yaoting spoke with all his heart and soul, and Xiaoxue was delighted and danced when he heard it.Zhang Yaoyun's own father was left coolly aside, unable to speak at all.Looking at this warm picture, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Then I thought sadly, probably because the child had no mother by his side since he was a child, so he was very close to his mother's family.I am usually very strict with Xiaoxue, the child is afraid of him, but I have received a lot of love from He Yaoting, thinking of this, I can't help feeling a little grateful to He Yaoting.He sighed to himself again, and thought sadly, if it was Xuelin who was holding Xiaoxue and telling the story in front of him, how wonderful it would be.

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☆, early morning time

Han Jianfeng raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. The hands of the watch pointed to a quarter past nine in the evening, about 15 minutes away from Shuangyue Pavilion. He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Zhao Yuzheng's face ready for battle, and secretly laughed in his heart.With a gentle smile, he said, "Commander Zhao, you are thinking about which angle to point a gun at me after getting out of the car, so it's easier to get out, right?"

Zhao Yuzheng was startled, and found that the gun in his hand was hot from his grip, so he laughed awkwardly: "What are you talking about, Mr. Han?"

Han Jianfeng smiled and said, "The barrel of the gun is hot, right? You don't feel too tired, Commander Zhao."

Zhao Yuzheng raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "Soldiers, they never leave their guns. If they are tired, they won't serve as soldiers."

Han Jianfeng smiled and stopped talking.

The car drove all the way, and finally stopped in front of a small villa built by Jews in the suburbs.