What is the idea of the stick terrier, Yang Jun is clear in his heart.

I just want to find myself a stepfather or a wild father.

In the original play, don't look at him doing everything possible to oppose Qin Huairu and Silly Zhu being together, but it doesn't mean that he opposes Qin Huairu's remarriage in his heart.

He knew in his heart what kind of life his family was like.

Now Qin Huairu has no job, and the family is counting on his salary, twenty-seven yuan and five yuan a month, although he is not hungry, but who doesn't want to make his family's life better.

Especially when he entered the factory on behalf of his mother, although this sweeping job is not tiring, it is a faceless job, besides, he is a young man, and he can't always do sweeping work, and he won't marry a daughter-in-law in the future?

At present, the only opportunity he can seize is to hug Yang Jun's thigh tightly.

Once he climbs up to Yang Jun, or something happens to Qin Huairu and Yang Jun, then he will no longer have to look at people's eyes to live.

The terrier's wishful thinking is good, but Yang Jun just won't be fooled.

Hurry to recognize his father on the stick terrier, if this matter is changed to someone else, he will immediately agree, but who is Yang Jun, that is a particularly picky master, what kind of woman does he want to find can't find it, he has to be a repairman who unclogs sewers?

……

That same evening.

After Yang Jun finished dinner, he went out alone.

Today, unlike the situation last time, Yang Jun didn't bring anyone, and went to the appointment alone.

When he arrived at the courtyard, Yang Jun found a jeep parked there, and at a glance he knew that the kingdom had already arrived.

After parking the car, Yang Jun took out the two bottles of wine that had been prepared from the space and went in.

"Yo, Brother Junzi, you're here, and I'm about to go out to meet you."

As soon as he entered the door, Zhong Yuemin greeted him.

He said polite words in his mouth, but his eyes kept staring at the two bottles of wine in Yang Jun's hand.

"You kid has a big face, I'm here to bring you the gospel."

Yang Jun half-jokingly handed over the two bottles of wine wrapped in newspaper.

Zhong Yuemin took it with a smile, and the smile on his face was wrinkled.

"Brother Junzi still understands me, if you don't come again, I won't be able to take over."

"You kid take it easy, if I'm not mistaken, you've got four bottles this month."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

This kind of medicinal wine is very powerful, and only one bottle cap is needed, according to Zhong Yuemin, if he drinks it like this, something will happen sooner or later.

"Hehe, no way, my brother has a good appetite."

Zhong Yuemin said with a hippie smile and put two bottles of medicinal wine into his pocket.

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes, and slandered in his heart: Good uncle, you can't afford the wine money in the future.

"Brother Junzi, the country is in the backyard, please inside."

Yang Jun glanced at the kitchen in the front yard, patted him on the shoulder and said,

"You go over first, and I'll say hello to Master Zhao."

"Okay, Brother Junzi, you get busy first, I'll go to the next room to try the wine."

Zhong Yuemin pointed to the wing, with a smile on his face that you know, and then trotted away.

Yang Jun glanced back at the side room, and the sound of a warbler and a swallow was faintly heard inside.

Everyone has their own way of life, some are elegant, some are vulgar, and in short, everyone has an interest to fill this boring day. ….

Sometimes, in order to challenge yourself, the more you have to challenge your weaknesses.

Just like Zhong Yuemin, the more bad it is, the more he will enjoy it.

Yang Jun shook his head, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Every time he came here, Master Zhao would cook a table of good dishes for him.

You know, cooking is not a worry-free job.

Sometimes you just talk about it, and others have to work for most of the day.

"Master Zhao, I'm causing you trouble again."

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Yang Jun sent it

Now Master Zhao is busy around the stove, and there is a woman wearing a bright red dress next to him.

"Ah, Director Yang, why are you here, just go directly to the backyard, I have a lot of smoke here, don't make you smell."

Master Zhao rubbed his hands on the apron on his chest, looking at a loss.

When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled, took out a cigarette, pulled out one and handed it over.

"As the saying goes, don't forget to dig wells, and after eating your meal, I have to thank you as a chef."

Master Zhao took the cigarette, and Yang Jun helped him light it.

"I'm just a cook, I can't do anything else, I can only cook, Director Yang wants to eat in the future, say hello, I'll go to your house to cook."

"Yo, Master Zhao, I take what you said seriously, and I thank you in advance."

Yang Jun knows Master Zhao, this person is indifferent, does not pursue fame and fortune, if it weren't for his son, he wouldn't have cooked here.

Now, being able to agree to cook for Yang Jun is already a big face.

"Thank you, you like to eat my cooking, that's to look up to me."

Master Zhao snuffed out the cigarette he had smoked twice and clipped it to his ear.

When the chef is cooking, he is not allowed to smoke, lest the soot accidentally get into the meal, which is not only disrespectful to the guests, but also an insult to him, the chef of the state banquet.

"Master Zhao, don't bother you with cooking for now, and we'll talk later."

Yang Jun saw that he was starting to be busy and it was not good to stay for a long time, so he offered to leave.

When he left, he put half a pack of cigarettes in his hand on the stove.

As soon as I stepped out of the kitchen door, I saw a red shadow flash.

An obese woman blocked Yang Jun's way.

"Yo, Sister Hong, what's wrong?" Yang Jun asked.

Sister Hong is the boss of this courtyard and the young ladies.

usually likes to wear red clothes, so everyone calls her Sister Hong.

Sister Hong looked like she was two hundred pounds, holding a cigarette in her hand, and one end of the cigarette was a filter made of jade.

Not to mention, Sister Hong looks quite elegant.

Sister Hong took two steps forward, touching Yang Jun only a finger's distance.

The pleated faces covered in rouge gouache suddenly smiled.

"Director Yang, I heard that you like me, why don't you rest here tonight."

The smell of perfume on Sister Hong's body was so strong that Yang Jun couldn't breathe.

Subconsciously took a step back, and Nuo Nuo said, "Sister Hong, you can't talk nonsense, it's not good to say that you will die."

"Yo, my dear mother.!"

When Sister Hong heard this, she smiled from ear to ear, and gently poked Yang Jun's little heart with the hand holding the cigarette.

"Brother, you're really joking, sister, I'm so old, I don't have the money to kill someone." ….

"Sister Hong, this person's life is not another's life."

Yang Jun's face was black, and he quickly explained, "If I dare not return at night, my tigress will definitely kill me."

"Hmph."

Sister Hong was suddenly unhappy.

"Brother, who doesn't know that your mother-in-law is famous for her good temper, if you don't want to, why bother with this to prevaricate your sister."

Yang Jun was not embarrassed at all after exposing the lie.

Both of them are hypocritical and wronged, and there is no need to feel guilty for a lie.

"Sister Hong, I don't want to." Yang Jun said honestly.

"Okay, if you don't want to, you don't want to."

Sister Hong patted her chest, threw a wink at Yang Jun and said, "If my younger brother is tired in the future, I can come to my sister at any time to relieve my fatigue."

Yang Jun didn't dare to take this.

He found that he had inexplicably become Tang monk meat recently, and everyone wanted to eat two bites.

"Sister Hong, you are busy first, I'll go to the backyard."

After speaking, Yang Jun fled and left.

Come to the backyard.

Yang Jun

At a glance, I found that Wang Guozheng was talking to a bewitching woman, you feed me a sip of wine, I feed you a sip of tea, I don't know, I thought it was an intimate little couple.

"Yo, Brother Junzi is here."

Wang Guozheng hurriedly stood up and looked behind Yang Jun,

"Didn't I ask Yuemin to meet you, what about this thing?"

Yang Jun sat down on the stool and waved his hand,

"Don't look for it, this is a wine interview."

"Hey, this thing is unreliable, and sooner or later he will die from alcohol."

Wang Guozheng slapped the table and said with some embarrassment,

"Brother Junzi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to treat you slowly."

"Your own people, don't care about these subtleties."

Wang Guozheng glanced at the bewitching girl just now.

The girl pouted, snorted, and went out with a twist.

Seeing this, Yang Jun smiled and said, "This girl is not full, no wonder she is unhappy."

"Hehe, it's just a hobby, and it's not on the stage, unlike Brother Junzi, who is loyal to his sister-in-law."

Wang Guozheng was a little embarrassed.

A man is a teenager until he dies.

Women are always the eternal topic in men's mouths, and this topic has nothing to do with age.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, Brother Wang, I'm here today to ask you for a favor."

"Brother Junzi, if you can't help, you say, I'll do it."

Since the last time he had a drunken incident, the kingdom had become more respectful to Yang Jun, and that time, he was completely conquered by Yang Jun.

He thought that he was a character, and others would give him three points of face, but after touching Yang Jun a little, he realized that he was nothing in front of Yang Jun.

The one that used the mixed rivers and lakes did not play any role in Yang Jun at all.

Yang Jun crawled out of the pile of dead people, and these unseemly methods were a joke in his eyes.

A hero who has made great achievements with blood and life has long been fearless of life and death, and the fame and fortune outside his body are a passing thing for him.

Yang Jun didn't expect Wang Guozheng to be so refreshing, a straightforward person like him, Yang Jun felt that it was better to get straight to the point.

"Brother Wang, some time ago, did you do a business with a military factory and didn't deliver it?"

Yang Jun did not mention the 100,000 yuan deposit, but said that there was no delivery.

You must know that Wang Guozheng is also a face-saving person, and it has nothing to do with the spread of things like black money, not to mention that he still represents Uncle Wang.

When the kingdom heard this, his face turned ugly.

After pondering for a while, he said to Yang Jun, "Brother Junzi, what is your relationship with that person?"

When Yang Jun heard it, could he still not understand what he meant?

If the relationship is particularly good, he doesn't mind selling this face.

If it's a general relationship, he still has to think about it.

"Brother Wang, don't ask what it matters, can you give food to others as soon as possible for the sake of my face?"

Wang Guozheng was staring at Yang Jun with both eyes, but he was making a decision in his mind.

100,000 yuan is not a small amount, and it will cost a million catties in exchange for food, so he has to think carefully.

However, after an inner struggle, in the end, he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, Brother Junzi, this time it depends on your face, I will fulfill my promise."

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