Maybe it's a commonality.
The two helmsmen who had served as the heads of the Yan family for many years, behaved much the same when they were angry.
They didn't fight or growl.
Even when he is angry, he is very restrained - he just looks at the other person with a cold face.
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Yan Qing seemed to know Zhan Wuyou again.
Zhan Wuyou is not the case.
He already knew what kind of person Yan Qing was. He is arrogant and domineering, and his bones are full of free will and a trace of pity that doesn't fit his nature at all.
In short, he takes the soft but not the hard. The most irritating thing is that this person doesn't eat everything. He picks up. The soft words you offer have to satisfy his appetite; if the appetite is right, sometimes you have to urge him repeatedly, and you have to change the way and pass the soft words up from different angles, so that he is willing to condescend to eat it when he is satisfied. .
Zhan Wuyou cooks in person at night, and he acted like a baby in a soft voice just now, which is already the 'soft' given by him.
Since Yan Qing doesn't want to eat it, then don't eat it.
Just taste the hard ones!
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Standing beside Yan Qing, he stood upright, like a tall and vigorous pine and cypress.
Yan Qing was sitting, wanting to look at him, she could only look up.
The ceiling light was just covered by his, and Zhan Wuyou under the light and shadow had cold brows and eyes, with steel strength and majesty that cannot be ignored.
It made Yan Qing's heart beat twice.
He has really changed.
No, this should be his real appearance buried under the skin.
The image of being weak, gentle, and well-behaved in the past seems to have become his illusion.
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"Yan Qing," Zhan Wuyou said, the tone of his voice was no longer deliberately softened, but showed the strength of someone who had been in a position for a long time, "You have no control over the affairs of the Zhan family."
Yan Qing looked at him with an unclear expression, and said in a low voice with anxiety, "Your master can't do it?"
Zhan Wuyou refused to budge an inch, and said forcefully, "It can't be done."
Yan Qing sneered, "Then try it."
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The two broke up unhappy.
It is said that they broke up unhappy, but in fact they slept in separate rooms.
Zhan Wuyou had already torn off his well-behaved coat, and this time he took over Yan Qing's room domineeringly.
Yan Qing originally wanted him to go to the living room, but Zhan Wuyou yelled him back.
He was so angry that his face turned black, but he couldn't beat him, and he couldn't scold him. In the end, I could only go to the next room with a dark face.
'bump! '
The door of the next room was slammed by him.
Zhan Wuyou lay on the bed and spat softly in the direction of the guest room, "You have the ability to smash the door in front of me." After saying that, he turned around and closed his eyes to sleep.
In a room separated by a wall.
After taking a shower with a sullen face, Yan Qing sat on the bed.
After sitting for a while, he couldn't help standing up and turning around twice.
He was very annoyed, and wanted to smoke a cigar right now, but there wasn't even a tool to start a fire, let alone a cigar.
And the bedroom with cigars is now occupied by Zhan Wuyou.
He never thought that he would be kicked out of the master bedroom one day. There is no defense to prepare a copy in other places.
This time, I became addicted to cigarettes, and I couldn't smoke, so I had to look around the room twice with a dark face, and finally found a box of cotton swabs in the bathroom.
He stared at the box of cotton swabs with a gloomy expression, and picked out one from it.
After looking at it for a few times, he stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it like Zhan Wuyou's little thing.
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Early the next morning.
Yan Qing went downstairs with a dark face.
Zhan Wuyou went to bed early and woke up earlier than usual. When Yan Qing came down, he was almost at the end of his meal.
And there was a particularly conspicuous suitcase at his feet.
Yan Qing's face turned even darker.
The aunt at home didn't dare to show her anger, for fear that the two of them would quarrel and harm Chi Yu.
Yan Qing stood there for a while, while Zhan Wuyou drank the porridge indifferently.
He cursed a few times in his heart.
Taking a few steps closer, he gritted his teeth and said, "You want to go back to the Wu family?!"
Zhan Wuyou drank the last mouthful of porridge, wiped the corner of his mouth lightly, and answered without any emotion, "This is for you."
Isn't it back to the Wu family? That's good.
A word flashed in Yan Qing's heart. Then I realized that this idea was wrong! Zhan Wuyou even took out his suitcase to drive him away
Oh, this is really the opposite!
Yan Qing sat down on the main seat with a gloomy face, and said with a sneer, "Why didn't I know that I was going out."
"Now I know." Zhan Wuyou's face was also gloomy.
Yan Qing looked at him, but didn't speak.
Zhan Wuyou followed him to watch, and lowered his head to play with his phone.
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Yan Qing didn't know what to eat for breakfast.
Although Zhan Wuyou was still at the side, his indifference and strength were too obvious.
Yan Qing was bothered and annoyed psychologically.
But buried under the worry was a slight trace of regret - for the sake of the three of the Zhan family, was it worth it to cause the two of them to quarrel and have a cold war
You don't even need to think about it, you know it's not worth it.
But now it's not all about the three of Zhan's family, it's also about the arrival of Wu Xinjing.
His arrival was like putting on an impenetrable armor for Zhan Wuyou, and also like presenting him with a laurel crown engraved with wealth and status.
Zhan Wuyou is no longer the poor little wretch he was when he first arrived at Yan's house. He now has wealth and status that can rival Yan Qing's.
It has to be said that when the poor little wretch who needs to rely on you to survive turns around and becomes an existence with equal status to you, and there is also the possibility of leaving with his unpredictable uncle at any time.
Even Yan Qing's mentality was out of balance.
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It was obvious that his original intention of not wanting Zhan Wuyou to intervene was because he didn't want him to be stained with the blood of his relatives.
In the end, on this basis, a secret contest with Wu Xinjing was superimposed.
…
He casually drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, then put down his spoon.
Just getting up. The suitcase beside Zhan Wuyou slid to his feet.
He glanced at Zhan Wuyou who withdrew his hand, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
"Take the suitcase." Zhan Wuyou said.
Yan Qing sneered, "Why should I go?"
Zhan Wuyou folded his hands on his chest, and replied unceremoniously, "If you don't go, who will go? Shall I go?"
Yan Qing's handsome face turned black again and again, and the words "you get lost" came back and forth at the corner of her mouth, but she didn't say it in the end.
He gave Zhan Wuyou a bitter look, and rushed out of the house angrily.
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After Yan Qing went out to work, Zhan Wuyou sat on the seat for a while, then took out his mobile phone, and called Wang Zhina.
"Master Zhan, my ancestor!" As soon as the phone was connected, Wang Zhi's excited voice came over, and then he changed his tone and asked in an extremely humble tone, "Are you coming to the company today?"
"No." Zhan Wuyou said, "I had an argument with him, and I don't want to see him recently."
"No!" Wang Zhi wailed in pain, Zhan Wuyou didn't come yesterday, he was so angry by Lord Yan that he was not allowed to contact Han Tang.
It's a pity that he finally added the person back, and after only one appointment, he was about to be forced to cut off contact.
Lord Yan, this is a bad marriage.
If Mr. Zhan doesn't care about it, his marriage will be gone.
He looked desperate, "Why are you arguing?"
"Yan Qing is too troublesome."
Wang Zhi said "En" in doubt, with a black question mark on his face, "Yan Ye...?"
"I'll see how long he can do it. Cough, let's not talk about this matter. You can call the city courier to send the suitcase over later. You can talk to the front desk." Zhan Wuyou said.
"No problem." Wang Zhi asked worriedly after finishing speaking, "In the suitcase... um, there's nothing dangerous in it, right?"
"No." Zhan Wuyou said, "It's Yan Qing's luggage."
[The author has something to say]: The cannon fodder family: can survive until now, it all depends on Lord Yan^_^