"What are you planning?" Although he was facing his father, Wei Sushen was very respectful, but his words were unceremonious.
The man suddenly took a step forward, picked up the garbage on the ground, and threw it into the trash can. His eyes were bright and dark under the light and shadow, always unpredictable.
The boss noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere between the two of them: "Do you... know each other?"
"Father," Wei Sushen paused and said, "Wei Ye."
The boss pursed his lips and saw that father and son were not getting along, so he immediately smoothed things over: "It's quite a coincidence."
The father and son came to a place to work.
He was not sociable in the past, and he felt it was inappropriate to say these two words, so he added: "A family must be neat and tidy."
After saying that, he lowered his head in shame, "What's this all about?"
Language is an art. For the first time, the boss realized the importance of communicating with others.
But seeing that Wei Sushen showed no signs of anger, the boss had a good impression of him.
The coffee shop has its peak dining time in the evening, but just yesterday, a Western restaurant opened opposite, which diverted a lot of traffic. The boss took it very seriously: "This kind of thing happens all the time. As long as the taste is good, repeat customers will come." .”
When there are no guests, Wei Sushen will use this time to correct homework.
Not only does the boss not care about it, he will also provide a cup of hot coffee.
There are some things that everyone knows very well, but they don’t expose them.
It's like the boss has realized that Wei Sushen's purpose of coming here is not pure, but he is unwilling to delve into it. The boss has already caused enough trouble when he was young and frivolous, and one more thing may be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
This was supposed to be one of Wei Sushen's few moments of relaxation, and Fang Shan would not disturb him. The slightly bitter coffee effectively mobilized his spirit.
But today—
"Please give way." Wei Ye held the mop and sat down to clean seriously. He had a very magical temperament, even if he was bent over, he still seemed to be superior to others.
Wei Sushen stopped his mid-correction work and got out of the way.
Wei Ye secretly raised his eyebrows. In the past, Wei Sushen would definitely have ridiculed each other.
"Aren't you angry?"
Wei Sushen: "It's just a little thing."
Wei Ye frowned. His son still knew a little bit about Wei Sushen's temper... He was the most impatient and could only be strict with others. He also had abnormally high demands on himself.
Unfortunately, Wei Sushen reacted calmly to any subsequent provocations.
After meeting Fang Shan, his patience grew day by day. If he continues to live according to his past personality, sooner or later Fang Shan will be angry and cause problems.
After being coldly beaten for several days, Wei Ye was finally let into the house by his wife today.
The father and son walked in front and back, ignoring each other.
Wei Ye's wife is named Jiang Meiling. The Jiang family itself is a wealthy family. Her marriage to Wei Ye back then was both in love and well-matched. As a woman, Jiang Meiling almost has the best of everything, a husband who is cold to the outside but considerate to the inside, two healthy sons, and a wealthy life. The only thing that makes people speechless is the bad relationship between her husband and her eldest son. , analyzed from another perspective, the two people's personalities are so similar that it is normal to dislike each other.
Wei Sushen didn't say anything when he came back and went straight upstairs.
Jiang Meiling glanced at Wei Ye: "That's your son, not an enemy."
The evil spirit in Wei Ye's heart was much restrained in front of his wife: "He is an excellent son and the most qualified heir, but he must first live a good life."
Jiang Meiling frowned slightly, but listened to what he said.
"He likes to take the wrong approach and is indifferent to others. He is almost 30 years old and he doesn't even have any friends around him."
"Brother is only twenty-seven," the little fat man reflexively dismissed.
Wei Ye glanced over, and the little fat man immediately sat up straight. He didn't have the ability of his elder brother to dare to contradict his father.
"And the eldest brother has no friends, but he has a lover."
"...What did you say?" Jiang Meiling and Wei Ye looked at him at the same time.
The little fat man was terrified when he was stared at.
Although Jiang Meiling has been back for a few days, Fang Shan has been living in Wei Sushen's brain recently, and the two have not officially met yet. As for the servants at home, they would not talk much about such romantic matters.
"Big, big brother, he has a little lover," the little fat man continued: "She lives at home."
"Impossible." Jiang Meiling said, "I have never seen a stranger at home."
The little fat man curled his lips and muttered: "The beauty hidden in the golden house can't be seen by others."
Jiang Meiling was silent. Her youngest son never dared to lie in front of them. This matter was at least 70% likely to be true.
Instead of asking Wei Sushen directly for confirmation, he asked: "What kind of person is he?"
The little fat man thought about it, and finally clenched his fists and said solemnly: "Coquettish!"
…
If Fang Shan knew that the setting of his coquettish little lover was stable, he might even feel proud.
However, at this moment, he was squatting sneakily outside the bathroom, plotting something evil.
Naturally, Wei Sushen also knew that Fang Shan had not given up on measuring his weight. Nowadays, the door is locked when taking baths, and two bottles of good wine are placed outside.
He must finish washing before Fang Shan finishes drinking.
It was a minute late today. As soon as the door opened, Fang Shan stuck half of his head in.
Seeing that Wei Sushen had finished washing, he sighed with regret.
Wei Sushen had been accustomed to collecting empty wine bottles for him, and suddenly something occurred to him: "Have you been like this before?"
Fang Shan: "What do you mean?"
Wei Sushen sneered: "Squatting at the bathroom door just to measure your weight?"
Fang Shan quickly grabbed a wine bottle from his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he could barely pour out a drop and said, "Only your information is incomplete."
Wei Sushen was dumbfounded, and then he remembered that Fang Shan almost missed work due to drinking.
"But don't worry," Fang Shan promised: "As my host, you will definitely prosper."
The promise was sincere, but Wei Sushen looked at him with complicated eyes. The first anniversary of his real host's death had passed.
Looking at Fang Shan's confident look, he still didn't say anything.
When he checked the information board again, Wei Sushen found that Su Shuang's value had not changed and was still less than thirty, but his face value had increased a lot and had remained within the range of less than fifteen. It soon became clear that this must be closely related to working in a coffee shop. During this period, he intentionally or unintentionally revealed his identity information to the boss, hinting at solicitation. Although the boss did not directly agree verbally, his lack of rejection showed that there was still room for maneuver.
Develop your own power.
When I first heard it, I thought it was ironic, but now I think it has a different flavor.
As soon as his hair was dry, Wei Sushen was forced to sleep. From the day before yesterday, Fang Shan had one more request for him: to hear the chicken and dance.
To this end, he even raised a chicken in the yard. The most annoying thing was that the big rooster started crowing at four in the morning.
Perhaps because of the strong smell of alcohol in the room, Wei Sushen felt very sleepy tonight.
Fang Shan was very strict: "Go to bed quickly."
Wei Sushen laughed. He couldn't control his sleep completely.
Fang Shan said in a tone of hatred: "Why do I have to deal with such a delicate person like you?"
In an instant, countless dark clouds seemed to accumulate in Wei Sushen's eyes: "Do you know what would happen if someone else said this in front of me?"
Fang Shan sneered: "Come and fight!"
After a long silence, Wei Sushen held his forehead and sighed softly.
…
He wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep well.
Downstairs, the little fat man was still describing Fang Shan's coquettishness vividly, and expressed worry from time to time: "I think he might have become a vixen."
Wei Ye had a headache. His eldest son was too smart, but his younger son was a little stupid.
The little fat man argued: "If you are not a vixen, how can you seduce your brother's soul?" The more he said it, the more likely it was: "Did you see that rooster in the yard? It is probably a token of love sent by my brother."
Foxes love to eat chickens.
Jiang Meiling couldn't stand listening any more. She glanced at her husband, whose patience had run out, and winked at Wei Su Pei: "Go back to your room first."
The little fat man was immersed in his own world, murmuring as he walked: "Why doesn't this vixen seduce me? I heard that sucking the essence can help you lose weight..."