Chapter Twenty-Five: The Man Who Owes the Beating
After he and Mu Zihe separated, they also went to their home community, but when he went to the garage to park the transmission, he saw a black car, full of luxury.
Shangguan Yan: "......"
His expression was a little solemn now, after all, the pig system had said that his time home tonight was not so pleasant...... So what is the purpose of this person who came to their house in a luxury car, and for whom?
Forget it, I don't want to.
……
"Dad, I'm back."
When Shangguan Yan entered the door, he saw his father busy in the kitchen, and a strange man sitting on the sofa in the living room.
The man was watching a TV series, looking extremely lazy, and holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
The man's lips are very thin, the lip color is light pink, a pair of eyes are like ancient wells, deep and waveless, the black eyebrows are very sharp, and his whole person is particularly aggressive, the bridge of the nose and the facial features are in a golden ratio, and the temperament of the whole person is cold and indifferent.
Although Shangguan Yanchang is also very good-looking, he is a type that seems to be pure but is actually bewitching and gorgeous, so when his eyes look at the man, he is still amazed by the man's face.
Moreover, this person's figure seems to be the kind that people on the Internet say, the kind that looks thin when dressed.
[The host is big, do you have any thoughts?] Do you want to pounce? 】
Pig pig system to be a demon~
[No, he's perfect.] 】
Host big, you live, you live, calm down, everything is fine...... Have a good ...... Get along?
Father Yan in the kitchen looked back: "I'm back, it just so happens that the child of Grandpa Shen's family that you saw when you were a child is here, and the two of you are familiar with each other, and you are chatting."
Shangguan Yan put the schoolbag on the sofa and said loudly, "Okay, Dad." "I'm sure I'll get along with him.
At this moment, the man's gaze turned to Shangguan Yan again: "Hello, I'm Shen Mochen, I saw it when I was a child, but you shouldn't remember it."
Shangguan raised his eyebrows after hearing this, "Okay uncle."
The corners of Shen Mochen's eyebrows twitched: "Call brother."
Shangguan Yan smiled evilly: "Uncle."
Shen someone who was made Uncle Shen by someone: "......"
At this moment, Father Yan walked out of the kitchen with the dishes: "Xiaomo, my family's words are a little naughty and stubborn, don't pay too much attention to what he says, if you really care, you can teach him a lesson."
Shangguan Yan: "......"
was heard......
The kitchen is so well insulated that you can hear it...... Shangguan Yan's expression was a little indescribable, and in general, he had that helpless and bitter expression: "Dad...... Alas, I'm going to get the pig out. It hasn't eaten today. ”
When he turned to go to the bedroom, he whispered: "I'm still your 'own son'......"
Father Yan agreed when he put the dishes on the coffee table: "Huh? Little rabbit cub, you are not my own son, who is, you owe knock, right? Go and get the pig out, that guy hasn't eaten for so long, and he guess he's hungry. ”
Shangguan Yan chirped and silently entered the bedroom.
That pig pig is also quite spiritual, at least he won't make a mouth for himself when he eats.
Shangguan Yan entered the bedroom.
The pig system came out of Shangguan Yan's body.
The host is very calm, don't move, people haven't messed with the host, it's not too late to mess with you.
(The system is really crooked, crooked completely)
Shangguan said in a cold tone: "I am very calm, and besides, if you are long-winded, I don't mind cutting out your tongue."
Whoa, the host is so cruel......
(Your host hasn't done anything to you yet.) )
It seemed to see a cold light in the hands of its unscrupulous host...... Scalpel......
Hey, this pig is getting more and more scared of its host, which is not good.
[You'd better be well-behaved, just have something to say in your head]
[By the way, that uncle is not simple, guard against him. 】
【Okay, okay.】 】
The pig's head kept dotting and dotting, for fear that his host would be unhappy and run wild.