() This night is a good sleep, the next day the sun is shining, he got up and rushed to the dining room to eat, on the way through the backyard, saw some girls pointing at an attic in the courtyard, from time to time came the sound of "wow", he walked over curiously, only to see the attic hung with yesterday's two huge pictures he drew by his own hands, after being framed by Fuber, hung in the attic, along the way passing by the maids, servants are indispensable to appreciate it.

"Is this what Hua An painted? Look good, huh? "There are in the maid.

"yes, look good, if only Hua'an could draw one for me?" There were maids in the crowd who looked at the painting and said enviously.

There was immediately a burst of laughter from the crowd: "Oh, this girl thinks of spring?" “

"I'm thinking about spring, hmph, don't you have it, and I don't know who called Hua'an's name last night?"

"Ahh

A burst of laughter and laughter all fell on Yang Zheng's ears, and he was stunned for a while.

I don't know who spotted him with sharp eyes and exclaimed: "Hua'an is here-?" “

This time Yang Zheng is like a movie star in later generations, and he can only hear "Ah-? With a bang, more than 20 maids, surrounded by the wind, two bold maids, one left and one right, hugged his arms, and they couldn't wait to see Yang Zheng hugging into his arms.

At this time, if someone said that if they touched it in ancient times, they would have to promise it with their bodies, and they would not believe it if they killed Yang Zheng, but now he is not just touching it, he is almost all touched.

"Hua'an, you go to my boudoir, where did I prepare spring rolls for you for breakfast?" A maid's crisp way.

"Hua'an, I made chicken stew and mushrooms for you, why don't you go to my boudoir?"

"Hua'an—?" There was a constant shouting, and Yang Zheng felt a little like he had entered his daughter's country, and he heard all the warblers and Yanyan in his ears, which made him dizzy.

"Grandpa, this kind of life is not bad, huh?" Yang Zheng muttered, raised his eyes, but saw those family members in the mansion, one by one, glaring angrily, and the jealous eyes were enough to kill him.

"Damn, what do you see, it's not Lao Tzu who took the initiative, people took the initiative to give them a hug, they rejected them too much, the girls would be sad, I am appeasing these injured hearts for you!" Yang Zheng muttered shamelessly.

Yingying Yanyan for a while, a few bold and spicy began to move their hands and feet, this took the opportunity to pinch his waist, which one took the opportunity to stroke his chest, his eyes were burning, if it wasn't for someone there, he would have the heart to fight in the field.

Yang Zheng is not a junior brother, how can he let go of the benefits of throwing himself into his arms, he swayed his big hand, touched this face, smelled the pink neck of that, and took the opportunity to feast his eyes.

"Hua'an, these paintings look good, when will you draw a picture for others?" A very turbulent maid pointed to the painting in the attic with an envious face, the waves that were about to come out rubbed twice on Yang Zheng's chest, and the feeling of tingling made him feel hot.

"Hua'an, can you also draw one for others, can you draw it in my boudoir?"

You come and go, Yang Zheng intuitively felt that his eyes were not enough to see at all, so he had to reluctantly cope with a few sounds.

"Hua'an, Hua'an-?" A shrill voice came from the dining room.

"Who's so rude!" Yang Zheng pretended to be angry and scolded, he already knew that this was the voice of the eldest lady, laughed with a few maids for a while, and hurriedly walked into the dining room.

Those maids wanted to follow in, but the eldest lady shouted, the maids had a thief's heart, but they didn't have the courage to be a thief, looking at Hua'an who walked in, and shouted for a while.

"Hmph, why are you reluctant to come in?" Before he went in, he heard the eldest lady scolding.

Yang Zheng scratched his head a few times, and said with a smile: "Don't say it, it's really a little, but the eldest lady also knows that I'm not a casual person?" “

"Hmph, why is my Peng maid just a casual person?" The eldest lady gave him a blank look.

"How can it be, these sisters outside are enthusiastic and unrestrained, lively and bold—?"

"Alright, alright! Less poor? Can you take a look at that? The eldest lady reluctantly interrupted him and said.

Yang Zheng only found out at this time that the table was already full of booklets one by one, and a lot of small characters were written on each drawing of the booklet, what the eldest lady eats rice cake series, what eldest lady baths and dresses series, so that Yang Zheng opened his eyes, at the end of the album, with a few pictures, most of them are the most beautiful, no longer eating and drinking tea, but purely with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc., each page is accompanied by a few small poems, which is extremely good-looking.

"It's so good, I can't imagine that the eldest lady has such talent?" Yang Zheng patted his ass.

"Hmph, you think we're eating dry rice?" The dead shemale was obviously a little dissatisfied.

"Who dares to say that the Peng family eats dry rice, and if they want to eat dry rice, they can only eat it? When big families scold their subordinates, aren't they all like this? Yang Zheng laughed.