"What do you mean you can't come? Do you all look down on me!? Busy work, busy work, no matter how busy the work, can it compare to my orders? They want to be kicked out by me, they all think I'm going to die, admit it, Longjing, you've been waiting for me to die for a long time, right!? ”

Since the door of the bedroom is ajar, the sound can be heard throughout the corridors, even down to the second floor, despite the soundproofing of the house.

"Oh, brother, it's not all your fault for giving you too sudden notice. Like Junzi's family, they are still skiing in Switzerland, and their eldest nephew is also having a meeting in Shanghai, so you sent a text message yesterday and can rush back today. ”

Miyamoto Ryujing, the grandfather and younger brother, has a rough and informal voice, which is also very loud, as if it comes with a megaphone: "To tell you honestly, if it weren't for our grandfather and his two of us who didn't move for 800 years, I am afraid that no one would be able to recruit them!" I'm enough to give you face, what's the point of complaining! ”

"Ahh

When the lord's roar sounded again: "Your nephew is still a vice president, I understand that he is busy with work, and you are embarrassed to tell me about your idle virtue, why don't you move a place for 800 years!?" Ahh......h

There is no one in the empty corridor, only oil paintings bear witness to the quarrel between the brothers, and no one wants to stop here and now. But there are always accidents, and I can hear the noise in my grandfather's room, and an elegant and quiet figure stands at the entrance of the central staircase, but it is not conspicuous at all.

Thanks to the quarreller's super voice, Midon only needs to stand far away and still be able to hear the conversation clearly.

"Ah, it's annoying!"

Suddenly, the bedroom door was slammed open, and the footsteps of two leather shoes rattled rapidly, and a rough male voice complained frizzily.

"Why isn't the old man dead, he doesn't even give an amount in advance, so he just has a meeting! Have a fart meeting, everyone's business...... Oops! ”

Miyamoto Ryujing was about to scold again, but when he saw the famous quiet and beautiful girl standing in front of the stairs, his attitude suddenly changed.

"Mozi, you're here! Oops, I haven't looked at anyone for two months, but you're getting more and more beautiful! ”

He immediately opened his arms and brisked his belly, looking like an exaggerated surprise.

Mo Zifei is just a poor orphan girl who temporarily replaces her. Midong smiled in her heart, looking at the legendary uncle with interest, and his son in a suit and leather shoes, that is, "his own" little uncle.

Da Bo Longjing, nearly sixty years old, has a red face of Chinese characters who are addicted to smoking and drinking, and his voice is rough and hoarse, although he is not pot-bellied, but he also has the style of a gangster boss. As for the only son next to him, Midong is not interested in it yet, she is only a young man in his twenties, and she has seen a lot.

"Good morning, uncle, you are really in good spirits."

She smiled like a flower, then tilted her head slightly, glanced towards the end of the corridor, and looked innocent and curious: "By the way, I just came upstairs, and I seem to have heard a quarrel inside?" Uncle Zu, it doesn't matter, right? ”

"Huh...... You hear me, huh...... It's okay, it's okay, it's not a big deal. ”

Uncle Longjing scratched the back of his head frantically, and then seemed to remember that his son was still by his side, and turned his head and said: "Let's talk to your sister Jingzi, report the latest results, give Duoduo a face, go quickly!" ”

"Okay, okay, father, you're really as anxious as ever."

Uncle Zu's only son, Nao Miyamoto, a young man who has just turned twenty-five, is handsome and steady, wears polite square-framed glasses, and is very pleasing to girls. After he complained to his father, he nodded to Midong and said, "Then Mozi, let's talk about it later." ”

With that, he walked down the stairs with brisk steps. This big boy is dressed properly, with a suit and leather shoes and a briefcase bag, and he looks like a noble man is busy. Mei Dong suddenly saw such a nominal relative, and seeing him go downstairs quickly, she naturally couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"Hey, hey, come back to your senses!"

It was Uncle Longjing, who looked like he was smiling but not smiling: "A young girl who has been waiting for her lover for a long time, as for it?" ”

Mei Dong was stunned, as a matter of course, and said with a dumb smile: "Uncle Zu is really joking......"

"Oh, speaking of ...... just now"

In this way, in the corridor on the third floor, only Midong and Shuzu were left. Miyamoto Ryui was holding on to chatter, and the bear's paw slammed on Mito's shoulder, and he changed the topic violently.

"Mozi, I'm afraid that today's meeting won't be able to open, your uncle's family, the second uncle's family, and the aunt's family, all of them are all in the north and south, all blame the old man, and the notice is too hurried, right?"

"Well, that's a little bit."

Midong smiled very ladylikely: "I also heard my grandfather say that in the bedroom after I returned the night before yesterday, and then it was the official announcement at breakfast the next day. If our family is indeed from the north and south of the world, such an abrupt act will indeed catch people off guard. ”

"Oh, so, the old man suddenly wants to have a meeting, what the hell is this?"

Uncle Zu gently pressed Meidong's shoulder like this: "The last time I had this kind of fart party, it was when Mozi had your birthday, and that girl was directly a birthday party!" Forget it, forget it, it's better to ignore this kind of! ”

Then, he looked down the stairs with a smile, and then leaned into Mei Dong's ear and said, "Which of us is with whom, don't look at your uncle as rich as your grandfather, but as long as it is something Mozi wants, which time is not there to respond?" ”

Then he raised his head, and his wine-red head smiled cutely: "So, Mozi, don't be too burdened, what my uncle mentioned to you last time, at least two years to think about it slowly, don't hurry, don't hurry~"

After saying that, he didn't wait for his niece to speak, and walked down the stairs laughing. Unlike his brother Long Zang, who is two in his seventies, is old, and needs to carry a cane, he has not yet reached the age of sixty, and he is really tiger and tiger when he goes down the stairs. And the laughter is so loud and powerful that it can even be transmitted directly to the first floor!

Poor Midon walked out of the boudoir and snooped outside for a long time, getting less information than this second. After all, she is just an impostor who intervenes halfway, and everyone has to be stunned to be brought up by her inherent relatives like this, and she nagged about a bunch of half-cut topics.

"What a different kind of brothers."

She overlooked her uncle's posture as he went downstairs, her pure expression was gone, and she looked cold: "And with such a big beer belly, such a person is indeed the one who loves the little girl the most." But if you don't care about your health, isn't it no different from a local tyrant? ”

Midong sneered softly, but then, her expression changed sharply, and she was the gentle and lovely again.

Because the sound of the cane was so loud, it was impossible for her not to notice that her beloved grandfather, who loved to touch her thigh, was slowly walking towards her.