"Father, you know everything?" Yang Liang pretended to be surprised and stood up, he saw Zhao Yiren's approving eyes, and his heart was already happy, but his face still looked like a good child who heard his father's praise.

"It is worthy of being my Zhao Yiren's son." Zhao Yiren proudly touched Yang Liang's head, looking like a loving father.

The voice of the system sounded in time: "Ding Dong, from Zhao Yiren's favorite, mood value +3"

Yang Liang couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard the voice of the system, and at the same time, the system also explained to him that since Zhao Yiren is Yingzheng's closest relative, the system is very sensitive to his mood fluctuations, so whether it is positive emotions or negative emotions, it can bring Yang Liang extra points for emotional value.

With joy in his heart, Yang Liang couldn't help but be triumphant, thinking, it turns out that it is not difficult to earn this emotional value, if I mainly attack the relatives around me, and then go to the group of little hairy children in the private school to be in the limelight, it is not a dream to go to the peak of life.

What kind of person is Zhao Yiren, that is a person-like character, at a glance, I can see that the son in front of me is complacent, and I thought, my Zheng'er is talented, but Zhiduo has become a demon, such a proud look is what a six-year-old child should have, so the love in his heart is a little more, and Yang Liang is naturally secretly refreshed.

After staying in the mansion for a while, Zhao Yiren left, and soon after he left, someone sent his reward to the mansion.

Yang Liangxing rushed to take a look, good guy, it was all a pile of heavy books, and the person who gave the reward said that these books and Janes had placed Zhao Yiren's expectations on Yingzheng.

Yang Liang rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking to himself what is the difference between this and those who hear that their children have done well in exams, and do not reward children who love to play and eat, but instead reward a bunch of homework.

And people can still understand what is written in the book, these books, Yang Liang picked up a bundle and flipped through it, and suddenly felt that a head ten big, what the hell is this, crooked, it is a text, it is better to say that it is a ghost drawing.

The angry Yang Liang directly threw the book aside, planning to ask Zhao Yiren for other rewards tomorrow, not to mention gold and jade coins, at least they had to be delicious.

However, Yang Liang thought about it, now go to the door to ask for a reward, Zhao Yiren will give it 100%, but it is estimated that the emotional value is not so easy to earn, it is better to wait for tomorrow to be in the limelight in the classroom again, and let Mao Hengcai's old man go to Zhao Yiren to say good things in front of Zhao Yiren again, maybe Zhao Yiren will be happy, and he can fill the emotional value he needs at one time!

Yang Liang thought so, slept beautifully, and went to the private school the next day with confidence.

Sure enough, after yesterday's storytelling behavior, this group of little hairy children is now convinced by Yang Liang, and even Luan An, who had been the leader of the group before, looked at Yang Liang with admiration.

Yang Liang couldn't help but feel a wonderful feeling in his heart. Ever since he crossed over in a car accident, whether in the Land of Light or now in the Kingdom of Zhao, he has been treated like a child.

Unexpectedly, because of a casually told story, he actually gained the admiration of a group of little radish heads, and this feeling made him regain the happiness he once had as an adult.

In the whole class today, Yang Liang sat upright and listened very carefully, just waiting for Mao Heng to give him a chance to perform. I didn't expect Mao Heng to see him so serious, he just nodded approvingly to him, looked at him with relief and kindness, but did not give him a chance to speak alone, which made Yang Liang very disappointed.

The little abacus that he had done so well fell through, which made Yang Liang very disappointed, but he couldn't force Old Man Mao to give him the opportunity to tell a story.

sighed and went back to the house, looking at the books piled up randomly in the room, he suddenly remembered that he was going to find Zhao Yiren to exchange rewards, and the emotional value of today's group of little hairy children was not harvested, at least to harvest a wave of Zhao Yiren.

So Yang Liang took the slave armor and walked around in a circle, and came to the courtyard where Zhao Yiren lived.

Hearing that someone outside came to report that Yingzheng was coming, Zhao Yiren was overjoyed, thinking that he really didn't hurt this child in vain on weekdays, and now he knows that he cares about his old father.

"Ding Dong, a surprise from Zhao Yiren, with an emotional value of +1." The sound of the system sounded in time.

This reminded Yang Liang that he had to make Zhao Yiren happy, otherwise if he found out that he had come to him to exchange gifts, he would have to make his beard crooked.

Although this can also increase the emotional value, but thinking of Zhao Yiren's serious and kind face, Yang Liang decided to coax him and make him happy.

Thinking like this, as soon as Yang Liang stepped into the courtyard, he obediently called out to his father, although Zhao Yiren said that he was the prince of Qin, but now after all, his identity is embarrassing, he stayed in Zhao as a proton, and Yingzheng as his son, he is usually called an ordinary father, and he has never used the name of the royal family.

Of course, this is also what the system told Yang Liang, after a period of getting along, Yang Liang felt that the system was really getting more and more intimate, and if he had any doubts, the system could answer them immediately, which was so convenient, it was like a treasure chest.

Zhao Yiren saw that Yingzheng was like a little adult, with a serious and serious look on his white and chubby little face, and he looked extremely well-behaved, so he bent down his chubby body and hugged Yang Liang in his arms.

"My good son knows that he feels sorry for his father." As a young man in the 21st century who is physically and mentally healthy, Yang Liang suddenly felt a chill, he struggled to jump from Zhao Yiren's arms to the ground, and said seriously with a small face, "Father, Zheng'er is no longer a child, you can no longer treat me like a child" Zhao Yiren laughed after hearing this, and felt more and more that his little son was very cute.

"Why did Zheng'er come to see me at this time, did you have lunch?"

Playing and playing, Zhao Yiren still cares about Ying Zheng's body very much, although Ying Zheng's figure can be regarded as a little fat man according to normal standards.

But who is Zhao Yiren, he himself is a big fat man of almost two hundred pounds, where would he realize that his son is overweight, he will only think that his son is stupid like himself, and he can't wait for Yingzheng to eat a little fatter.

"Zheng'er hasn't eaten yet, has my father eaten it?"

"Father hasn't eaten yet, so why don't Zheng'er accompany me to lunch."

Yang Liang accompanied Zhao Yiren to have a lunch, and was frightened by Zhao Yiren's good appetite, the amount of food he ate was almost as large as the amount of food that a normal adult male heard, no wonder he was so fat.

Yang Liang secretly slandered himself, but he made a well-behaved look on his face, which made Zhao Yiren look more and more heartwarming, and when he was happy, he made another bowl of rice, and finally rubbed his round stomach and said that he had eaten it, but his eyes did not leave the rest of the food on the table.

In order to divert his attention, Zhao Yiren suddenly asked about Yang Liang's homework, which was exactly what Yang Liang wanted, and now he could slowly lead to those books.

He rendered and processed his well-behaved behavior in class today, and repeated it to Zhao Yiren, Zhao Yiren was very happy after listening to it, Yang Liang felt that the emotional value of the system was rising, and his heart was even more dark.