Yan Shuang "goes home" for the first time in this world.
By the time he got home, it had already been two hours before he left the Qin's building after throwing down three scumbags.
Shocked by the dilapidated condition of the house in front of him, Yan Shuang cursed inwardly: Damn, I knew I wouldn't pretend to be that coward, and left with Xiao Ji.
There shouldn't be such a few emotional points.
Sooner or later
Yan Shuang shook his head, and opened the window first to ventilate.
Yan Shuang's "home" in this world is a husband's house, and thanks to Yan Shuang's adoptive mother who is a teacher, the house allocated from the work unit does not have a real estate certificate, otherwise this "home" would have been taken by Yan Guofu Pay off.
Yan Shuang went back to his room and tidied up briefly, then lay down, and wait, someone will come to cook for him soon.
Throwing the phone aside, Yan Shuang lay on the bed and read a novel about this world beautifully.
The book is quite interesting.
About half an hour later, Yan Shuang heard footsteps.
"Shuangshuang..."
In a flattering and obscene voice, Yan Shuang turned a page of the book and said the moment the door was pushed open: "I'm hungry, let's cook."
Yan Guofu was stunned.
He was playing mahjong with someone in the dormitory, when Wei Yichen called him out of the poker table.
No way, it was the God of Wealth, so he had to obediently obey his orders.
This time, Boss Qin personally confessed to him, telling him to appease Yan Shuang.
Yan Guofu was at a loss, and seeing Qin Yubai's distraught look, he probably guessed that his ordinary adopted son was lucky, and Qin Yubai really fell in love with him!
Listening to their tone, it seems that Yan Shuang has been greatly stimulated, but seeing Yan Shuang lying on the bed reading a book, calm and calm, how can there be any abnormality
No... Yan Shuang like this looks really abnormal.
"Deaf?" Yan Shuang raised his eyes. He had been crying for a long time, and there were still bloodshot eyes in his eyes. "I asked you to cook, didn't you hear?"
Yan Guofu subconsciously said, "Who are you talking to?"
"Who are you talking to?" Yan Shuang repeated his words, and slowly turned another page of the book, "After two days of good food, I really think of myself as a family dog."
He scolded politely, and Yan Guofu turned his mind around before he understood it, his face blushed immediately, and he said, "You little bastard, what are you talking about!" He immediately wanted to find something to beat him.
"Save your energy," Yan Shuang said slowly, looking at the pages of the book, "Your current owner is my dog."
Yan Shuang raised his face, with a half-smile on his face, "Your gambling debt was designed by Qin Yubai, and you haven't even tasted one percent of his tricks."
"Try to move me?"
"I'm afraid you will have to eat public food for the rest of your life, Yan Guofu."
After Yan Shuang finished speaking, his eyes fell on the book in his hand again.
In the room, the man's breathing became short of breath, and he said with a trembling voice, "You, you're not Yan Shuang... You, who are you?!"
"I am your father."
After Yan Shuang finished speaking calmly, she covered her mouth in shock again, looked at the panic-stricken man, and said briskly, "I don't think I can give birth to such a stupid son as you."
"It's the third time." Yan Shuang stretched out his finger and pointed outward, "Go cook."
"I'll give you twenty minutes. I won't be able to eat after twenty minutes..." Yan Shuang smiled, lowered his head and continued reading, leaving it to Yan Guofu to imagine.
Yan Guofu supported the door frame. He felt that the appearance of this adopted son was really terrifying, and it was many times more terrifying than those debt collectors in casinos. A thought came to his mind: Does Mr. Qin know that Yan Shuang is such a person
"Want to sue?"
The person inside spoke his mind as if he had a mind-reading skill, Yan Guofu tensed up, and heard a voice from inside that was clearly Yan Shuang...but extremely intimidating.
"Go ahead, do you want me to call Qin Yubai or Wei Yichen for you?"
Yan Shuang sat up, bent one knee, with the novel in his hand hanging on one side, smiling, and said gently: "It's my dog anyway, it doesn't matter if you tell anyone."
Yan Guofu's legs couldn't help trembling. He was always a bully and shy of strength. Now that he saw Yan Shuang like this, he dared to say another nonsense, and said in a low voice: "The house hasn't been fired for a long time. I'll go downstairs and give you a shot." Buy a bowl of beef vermicelli soup."
"Well," Yan Shuang lay down again with the book, lazily said, "Add more coriander."
Yan Guofu went downstairs to buy food obediently, and asked Yan Shuang to come out to eat after delivering it upstairs.
"The table is so dirty, how can I eat?"
So, Yan Guofu swallowed his anger and cleaned the house again.
When his wife was still alive, his wife took care of all the work, and when his wife died, all the work fell on Yan Shuang. He hadn't done housework for more than 20 years, and he became exhausted after a while. In pain, Yan Shuang even pulled a stool that he had wiped clean and sat beside him eating while watching him work, occasionally criticizing him.
"Do you have eyesight? I'm eating, and you sweep the dust at me, is it itchy?"
Yan Guofu couldn't help picking up the broom several times, and when he met Yan Shuang's eyes, he was scared.
Those eyes looked at him like a mirror, as if they could see through him.
He is the best at observing words and demeanor in the casino, and he knows very well that this Yan Shuang... can't be messed with.
Yan Shuang ate and drank enough, and passed his addiction to being a capitalist by the way. He lay on the bed and rubbed his belly lightly, and couldn't help sighing: The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon, and he really wants to be a capitalist!
"Mr. Wei is calling..." Yan Guofu held the door frame and said cautiously, "What should I say?"
"Tell me the truth."
"what?"
Yan Shuang turned her face back, with a nonchalant expression on her face, "Ah, what, just tell the truth."
Yan Guofu wanted to go out with his mobile phone, but was stopped by Yan Shuang again.
"Just say it here, turn on the speakerphone."
Yan Guofu had no choice but to lean against the door to answer the phone.
"Hi, Mr. Wei..."
"how is he?"
The other end was straight to the point, obviously there was no time to greet a small character like Yan Guofu.
Yan Guofu glanced at Yan Shuang who was rubbing his stomach back and forth on the bed, and said, "Very good."
The other end was silent for a moment, and said, "Did he cry?"
Yan Guofu: "..." He was the one who cried!
Yan Shuang: Hold back, don't laugh.
Yan Guofu said with difficulty: "I didn't cry, my mental state is pretty good."
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"Eat, eat, I bought him beef vermicelli soup, and he finished it."
"Very well, report to me anytime you have any questions."
The other end seemed to be about to hang up, Yan Guofu couldn't help but said, "...wait, wait."
"What's up?"
Yan Guofu glanced at Yan Shuang again, Yan Shuang was looking at him jokingly, but he didn't dare to say anything, and held back for a long time, which made Wei Yichen on the opposite side a little anxious, "What happened to him?"
"fine."
Yan Shuang suddenly replied crisply.
"He was frightened by me and was trying to find someone to sue."
Yan Guofu held the phone and almost threw it out.
The other end was silent for a while, and said, "Are you okay?"
He asked similar questions again, and his tone was obviously a little warmer than what Yan Guofu said just now.
"It's okay, but I've eaten too much, and I feel full and warm..." Yan Shuang paused, "Is your boss sick again?"
"The doctor just came in."
"Take good care of him, don't let anything happen to him, I'm almost there."
Almost what? Wei Yichen didn't continue to ask.
Hearing Yan Shuang's leisurely voice, he felt happy and relaxed.
He was not beaten.
He is still high above, not stained with dust.
Expectations failed, but Wei Yichen's mood became extremely good. He took the phone and didn't know what to say to express his mood at the moment, and Yan Guofu was listening beside him. He was not worried that Yan Guofu would hear it. To Yan Shuang, a mere Yan Wealth of Nations is nothing at all, he's just...
"Good night."
The other end said abruptly and hung up the phone.
Yan Guofu was stunned for a while, then said, "He died."
"I heard it," Yan Shuang waved his hand, "Go and boil some hot water, I want to take a bath."
Yan Guofu was ordered like a servant, but he didn't dare to complain at all.
Yan Shuang was right, he relied on Qin Yubai for food, if Qin Yubai disliked Yan Shuang, then his job would be ruined, I heard that a month's salary is quite a lot, it should be paid soon.
Relying on the belief of getting paid soon, Yan Guofu cleaned the bathroom first, then boiled the water, and then went to inform Yan Shuang, "The hot water is ready, I took out the slippers and washed them clean, I took out a new towel, You can use it at ease."
"Well, you've worked hard." Yan Shuang said lazily.
After taking a comfortable hot bath, Yan Shuang came out and asked Yan Guofu, "Give me some money."
Yan Guofu: "..."
The roles of more than ten years were suddenly reversed, and Yan Guofu was dumbfounded on the spot. After a long time, he said: "I, I have no money..."
"Come on, you bought dinner."
"It's impossible for a gambler to have no money. Quickly, give me fifty, and there will be no price increase."
Without further ado, Yan Guofu took fifty yuan out of his pocket and gave it to Yan Shuang, fearing that Yan Shuang would ask him for more later.
When a gambler gave out money, his heart was cut like a knife. Yan Guofu was heartbroken. After Yan Shuang went out, he punched and kicked the air in the room, venting his anger.
Within a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.
Yan Guofu cursed silently: You don't have a key when you go out, don't let you in tonight!
After scolding, he obediently went to open the door.
When he saw the person outside the door, Yan Guofu was stunned, "Mr. Wei?"
Wei Yichen was still wearing his daytime clothes, without any wrinkles, and he looked reassuringly steady no matter when and where.
As soon as Yan Guofu saw him, his thoughts popped up again, "Mr. Wei, you are here, let me tell you, something is wrong with Yan Shuang today, he is yelling at me, asking me to cook and asking me to cook. I'm cleaning, but I just asked for money, Mr. Wei, you little bastard..."
Yan Guofu's words came to an abrupt end in Wei Yichen's cold eyes.
Wei Yichen asked, "What about others?"
There were some things he didn't want to say on the phone. He wanted to see Yan Shuang, so he came.
"Just asked me for fifty yuan and left." Yan Guofu said wearily.
Wei Yichen nodded lightly, "Keep the door, and open the door for him when he comes back."
Yan Guofu: "..."
Wei Yichen turned and went downstairs, the corridor of his husband's house made him a little nostalgic, he also lived in this kind of house when he was a child, and was kicked from one floor to another by relatives one after another, over time, the whole husband's house became his "home".
It's rare to be so impulsive.
The object of his impulse was not there.
Maybe... this is God's will.
Wei Yichen shook his head lightly. He walked out of the dark doorway of her husband's room, and smelled a faint scent of roses mixed with the fresh orange fragrance.
He raised his eyes.
Yan Shuang stood in front of him.
A whitish T-shirt, blue shorts, a pair of flip-flops on his feet, and a plastic bag in his hand. His short hair shook wildly in the evening wind. The air was squeezed away, and it was squeezed into a thin box shape, and it was shaken in the hand, with a wanton smile.
"I bought the largest size, can you use it?"