My lord, you have to be good

Shen Xing tilted his head and asked Shen Zhian, "Why are you so hesitant to speak, it doesn't look like you anymore."

Shen Zhian came back to his senses, sighed inaudibly, "It's nothing." He straightened his expression, and said, "I just thought of someone who might be able to help Mr. Liang."

Li Zhouwen's eyes were bright, and he leaned forward eagerly, and asked first, "Say it quickly! Don't be tricky."

Shen Zhian hesitated for a while, then lowered his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "This person... everyone is familiar with her. Yang Ning'er's father, the former head of the Ministry of Rites, has handed over many jade slips, and his mansion will always find usable ones." Yes, and nothing goes wrong."

Liang Zizhan frowned slightly. The name Yang Ning'er sounded a bit subtle, which caught him off guard and reminded him of that annoying little witch Ning Ruoshui. What appeared in front of his eyes was also that seductive and charming face.

Liang Zizhan was staring blankly in this room, when Li Zhouwen slapped the table, there was a huge movement, and Liang Zizhan was pulled out of his memory, "Hey, who do I think, you can just say Yang Yiqing's sister."

"Don't interrupt!" Shen Xing was also taken aback by the sound of him slapping the table. With a calm face, he slapped the back of Li Zhouwen's hand pressed on the table fiercely a few times, and scolded him, "Why is there such a thing everywhere? You, stay aside."

Li Zhouwen rubbed the backs of his hands, and rubbed the palms that were red just now, a little aggrieved, "Isn't it suddenly talking about my acquaintances, I'm a little excited."

"I'm excited you big-headed ghost, their family is not a fuel-efficient lamp." Shen Xing kicked Li Zhouwen off the stool, sat in his place, pursed his lips, folded his arms, and said coldly, "Yang Yiqing did a good job." , his father doesn't want to wipe his ass, not to mention his sister and Liang Zizhan..."

Before Shen Xing could finish his words, Shen Zhian blocked his lips with his finger, and Shen Xing was startled.

"It's useless to talk too much. There's not much time. Tomorrow, I have to hurry up and go to Yang's mansion to find Mr. Yang. If it doesn't work, I have to ask Liang Zizhan to find Ning'er..." Shen Zhian glanced at Liang Zizhan, his eyebrows and eyes were mixed. He said very clearly, "I just don't know if Mr. Liang is willing or not."

Liang Zizhan was inexplicably guilty by Shen Zhian's casual glance, he swallowed, nodded and said, "I'm happy! I'm very happy."

Shen Zhian's eyes darkened instantly, he didn't say anything, he just put down his chopsticks, carefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, then he stood up, patted Shen Xing's shoulder, indicating that he had nothing else to do, and he I went back to my room and changed the article.

Shen Xing glanced at Liang Zizhan, then at Shen Zhi'an, and said wisely, "It's so late, Mr. Liang, don't go back home, if you don't mind..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Zhouwen, "All right..." He said flatteringly, "Actually, I don't want to go back to my house tonight. Look... can you..."

"I can't." Shen Xing said with a cold face, "Your house is so lively, does it make sense to stay here with me? Besides, your wife is pregnant and you don't stay by her side. Why do you accompany me? I'm not your son."

Li Zhouwen narrowed his eyes and curled his mouth, "Although you are not my son, you still owe my son."

"I owe your son?" Shen Xing raised his legs and raised his eyebrows, "Tell me, I'll listen."

Li Zhouwen smiled, "Many of my unborn sons are ruined in your hands, how do you plan to settle this account?"

"You—" Shen Xing's ears were a little reddish.

Shen Zhi'an didn't understand at all, he picked the pretty Liu Yemei.Stepping aside, he gently pinched the corner of his sleeve.

Liang Zizhan reacted for a while, and then couldn't help laughing, "Li Zhouwen hahahahahaha, brother, I really underestimated you, you are also very good, where did you take the driver's license test, teach me how to do it chant?"

Li Zhouwen was about to say something, but Shen Zhian half-closed his eyes, interrupted the endless quarrel of several people, and said, "Brother is right, it is really too late, do you want to go home in a sedan chair or something, my lords? If you want to take a sedan chair, I will tell the steward to prepare it."

Shen Xingdao, "Li Zhouwen can go, Master Liang might as well stay, Zhi'an, what do you think?"

"Not good." Shen Zhi'an said lightly, "It's too outrageous, outsiders will gossip, and it's not like they don't have their own mansion, so what's the point of always staying in Shen's mansion?"

After Li Zhouwen and Liang Zizhan looked at each other for a long while, Liang Zizhan pissed off Li Zhouwen, and whispered in his ear, "Ancestor, you are so shameless! Are you really waiting to go back home in a sedan chair?"

Li Zhouwen gritted his teeth, "Okay, then I'll say something from my heart." He looked at Shen Xing, paused, and said, "OK, I'm really going back to the house to deal with my son. It's too late for you to regret it."

Shen Xing pursed his lips, "It's not me who put your cuckold on for you, I regret it so much."

Li Zhouwen stared at Shen Xing for a long time, but was so angry that he didn't say a word.

Liang Zizhan pinched Li Zhouwen's thigh with hatred, "Is this what you have in mind? You are really a loser!"

"..."

Li Zhouwen cried out in pain, "Yo... Brother, be gentle, why are you hitting so hard."

"Am I going to be cruel? I wish I could strangle you to death." Liang Zizhan twisted his thigh, furious.

The steward of Shen's residence came to Shen Zhi'an, "Second Young Master, do you need to arrange a sedan chair? This old slave will go prepare immediately."

Shen Zhian nodded, "Find more coachmen with good martial arts to ensure the safety of the two adults."

The butler responded, bowed down to Li Zhouwen and Liang Zizhan, and said politely, "Please wait a moment at the gate of the mansion, my lords, the old slave will prepare the sedan chair right away."

"This..." Liang Zizhan looked at Shen Zhi'an several times reluctantly, "Mr. Shen... I asked someone to deliver my little quilt this afternoon, and it's still in your room."

Shen Zhian frowned, "You only have that quilt?"

"That's not so poor." Liang Zizhan scratched his head, "To be honest, I love the quilt so much that I can't sleep after changing the quilt."

Shen Zhian raised his eyebrows, "Recognize the quilt? Why didn't I see it?"

Liang Zizhan bent his eyes and said with a smile, "With you, I wouldn't recognize the bed. Without you, I would have to be a little hypocritical, like a quilt bed or something. I have to recognize it before I can sleep soundly."

"..." Shen Zhi'an kept a calm expression, flicked his sleeves lightly, and instructed the butler, "Uncle Zhang, please go to my room later, take out his baggage, and put them on the sedan chair together."

The smile on Liang Zizhan's lips froze.

"You really don't want to keep me?" He asked Shen Zhian.

Shen Zhian's eyes lingered on him for a short while, and said, "It's not suitable for you to go to Yang Ning'er tomorrow, living with me, and if she misunderstands the relationship between us, she will never help you with this matter. So..." Shen Zhian slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "Why bother..."

Liang Zizhan was slightly taken aback, and then growled emotionally, "What does it have to do with her if we fall in love, kiss, cuddle, sleep together, etc. If she wants to misunderstand, she will misunderstand."

Li Zhouwen stepped on him, "You are the ancestor! Why did you say those words so loudly?! It scared me to death."

Liang Zizhan glanced at the crowd in embarrassment, Shen Xing and the butler immediately looked up at the sky pretendingly, with a sensible look like I'm deaf, I'm blind, my five sense organs are bleeding and I can't hear or see anything.

Shen Zhian's ears were completely reddened by his fuss, and he couldn't hold back his face. He hurriedly picked up his used bowls and chopsticks, and said to Shen Xing, "That...brother..."

"Huh?" Shen Xing withdrew his gaze from the horizon, tilted his head and muffled a reply.

"I went to wash the dishes, you see off the guests."

"Washing the dishes?" Shen Xing frowned, "It's so cold, what kind of dishes do you wash? You did the work of a worker, so will I pay the worker's wages or not?"

"..." Shen Zhi'an pursed his lips, and said, "You can watch it." Then he fled in despair.

The author has something to say: How about cultivating immortals in the next world?

In other words, I have never written Cultivation of Immortals, so I don't know if I can write it well.

I've been too busy recently, and when I looked up, I realized in a daze that it hadn't been updated for so long.

So how important it is to save manuscripts. The newly opened one next door has not been broken because there are manuscripts orz... and this one... all the manuscripts are used up.

I try to update it every day or every other day.

If you can't do it, then let me kneel on the keyboard, I can't afford to kneel for a long time.