Uncle Zhong's expression did not change and took Zheng Chulan and the four people who came later to the west room, and then turned his head and left quickly, leaving Zheng Chulan and the five people in the room to look at each other, feeling the sight that looked at him, Zheng Chulan didn't want to go back, knowing the meaning in that look, but he didn't want to respond, and he didn't know what to say, just picked up the cold tea on the table, poured out a cup, and then looked at the floating tea leaves in the water cup fixedly, Honeysuckle on the side rolled his eyes, seemed to know something, and paced a few steps in the room, Staying in front of a painting seemed to be admiring, but his face slowly became redder and redder, only Shen Jun and Shen Lan still maintained the same appearance as when Uncle Zhong left, and continued to stand there, unchanged.

I don't know how long it took, but it didn't seem to be long, Uncle Zhong reappeared, entered the house and glanced at a few people, then stretched out his hand to signal, and led the five of them towards the previous house, and as soon as he entered the door, there seemed to be an inexplicable fishy smell with a hint of sweetness, that familiar smell, it was a smell that he had not smelled a long time ago, the smell of blood, mixed with a trace of strange and strange lust.

"Stop." The young man's voice came, and when he looked at it, he had changed his clothes, his bright red coat was loosely gathered on his body, his eyebrows and eyes were red, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water, which was extremely charming, but it made people dare not approach. His eyes also looked between the five people at the same time, and then he casually took off his clothes, and then said

"Once upon a time there was a rich man who had three sons, and one day he called them to him, and one of them gave them a thousand taels of silver, and told them to prepare each of them for a year until their fruit. The eldest son chose to go out to do business, went through a bit of experience, and earned 20,000 yuan, the second son also chose to do business, but was cheated of all the money, and the younger son chose to stay with his father and follow his father's decision-making, which is neither a profit nor a loss. You say, "What is the result?" ”

"The result?" Honeysuckle smiled and continued

"The eldest son came back with the money and found that all the management of the family had changed, so he had to go out again with a smile to manage other places, and the second son could not escape death, and in the end everything was the third son's, but it was also really in the hands of the rich man."

"Not necessarily," Zheng Chulan was about to open his mouth when he heard a voice coming from his side, and Jianuo took two steps forward before stopping and continuing

"Since the rich man has the intention to let the third son go out to seek wealth, it can only mean that first, he will die, and second, he wants to get rich, but no matter which one, what he needs is the strongest one, because if he is strong enough, he will not always be stupid and worry about his family's property, but will bring more property to himself, and if he can't do it, it is better to die outside if he is greedy. Besides, will the rich man really feel at ease that his children are outside? Zheng Chulan also nodded lightly along with his words.

"Ahem, are you all thinking too complicated?" Shen Jun's hand was gently pulled by Shen Lan on the side, and he looked back at Shen Lan, and after seeing that he nodded, he continued

"It's all your own things, and since you are taken care of by your family, you should work for your family, and you can't eat because you can't eat at all."

The young man pulled his lips and smiled, but as if with infinite malice, he commanded casually

"Shen Jun Shen Lan, you go back to your room to rest, the class master will come tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." The two of them replied simply, but before turning to leave, Shen Jun still took a deep look at Gano, and then left quickly.

"Honeysuckle, you follow Uncle Zhong to the garden in the back."

"Yes, sir." Honeysuckle arched his hand, like a gust of breeze, fluttering away, but patted her shoulder when he passed by Zheng Chulan's side.

When there were only three people left in the whole room, the young man slid off the beauty couch, barefoot, and walked around the two of them, his eyes glanced over Zheng Chulan's shoulder, but he didn't do anything, just calmly walked back to the side of the collapse, raised one foot and stepped on the low table beside him, his toes were like beads, and his nails were like shells. casually talking about serious topics

"Give you your original identity, give you two years, and if you can't give me what you are satisfied with, bury yourself in the garden."