Looking at him, Zhong Dongshan thought he made sense. In the Li family, who had the ability to take advantage?

After thinking it through, he ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, and to his surprise, the wig on his head came off completely, leaving him bald.

Da Mao, with his squinty eyes, mercilessly mocked him, "Hahahaha... Dongshan! How old are you? Are you already bald? Are you suffering from kidney deficiency? Hahahaha."

Zhong Dongshan; "……………………"

Damn! He forgot he was wearing a wig. He went bald overnight because of his brother. Is he a little fragile?

As he laughed, Da Mao's mouth twitched in pain, and pus from his face even dripped into his mouth. He felt even more resentful towards Zhong Dongshan, thinking that he would get revenge for the grievances he had suffered today when Zhong Dongshan regained his handsome face.

"Alright, I'm leaving, bro."

Looking at Li Damao's face, which was wrapped up like a mummy, he was very curious, but... he quickly picked up his wig and put it on his head.

No matter what, he is a handsome, wealthy, and domineering CEO.

After driving the car to the villa, Uncle Fu let him in and gave him a paper figure.

"Sigh! Why are these things for the dead so heavy?" Da Mao sighed as he carried Ma Mian on his back.

Turning around, I saw Uncle Fu panting as he dragged the ox's head.

“Uncle Fu, this is my sister’s stuff, you can’t just leave it like this! Like me, carry it.” Da Mao demonstrated for him.

Uncle Fu; "………………"

If he could carry her, would he need to drag her? She has no respect for the elderly or children at all. She's so old, and she still needs his help.

The sun in the sky grew brighter and brighter, and the two of them, dragging the paper figures, were drenched in sweat.

Da Mao's sweat soaked the horse-faced figure's back, chest, and crotch. Seeing that the horse-faced figure was about to fall off, he immediately reached out and bounced the horse-faced figure's buttocks to keep it pressed tightly against him.

Horse-faced; "………………"

The horse-faced creature on its back had a slightly flushed face and a red glint in its eyes; it... was really in pain.

Uncle Fu simply couldn't carry it anymore. It looked like a light, flimsy paper figure, so he couldn't understand why it was so heavy. Was it made of some kind of material inside?

He stared at the bull's head curiously for a long time, but couldn't see anything, so he reached out his old hand and touched it.

I touched the bull's chest and poked it; it was quite firm.

Bull's head; "………………"

Looking down at the pants that Ma Lihua had drawn for Niu Tou, he reached out and touched them.

Bull's head; ["Waaah... I'm not clean anymore."]

"Nothing much! Why do I feel like there are little birds in there? Sigh! Miss Pear Blossom's craftsmanship is truly excellent, it looks just like the real thing." After saying this, she continued walking with the bull's head on her back.

Niu Tou's face revealed a shy blush where it couldn't be seen. This...this person is really audacious, actually...actually taking liberties with him, how annoying.

When the two arrived at the villa, the maid quickly went to lend a hand, "Uncle Fu, why did you carry all this stuff all the way here? Did your car break down?"

Uncle Fu; "………………"

Da Mao; "………………"

Oh my god! The two of them suddenly realized, "That's right! Why didn't they take a road vehicle with something so heavy?"

"Hehe! This is just a bit of exercise! Even older people need to exercise appropriately." Could Uncle Fu say he forgot? Of course not, he wouldn't allow his wise and intelligent image to be tarnished.

The two carried the paper figure to the hall, where they saw two men studying a recipe.

Uncle Fu: "???"

Doesn't this family have servants? Why does the young master insist on cooking for the old master every time?

Tsk! This is nothing! If this were in their village, the men of the Li family would be more capable than the women. Putting aside everything else, when it comes to embroidery needles, they admire their father and grandfather the most.

Li Zhongguo looked up and saw Da Mao and Uncle Fu standing at the door. "Da Mao, it's here! Put that paper figure... put it in the warehouse!"

He didn't want to wake up at night to find such a disgusting thing in the room, disturbing his and Linghua's time together.

Li Fagui tugged at him and added, "Dad, Mom said to let them see some human presence, so they'll look more lively. Wouldn't Pear Blossom be happy to see that?"

“That makes sense. Your mother is very thoughtful.” He glanced at Butler Fu, his eyes lighting up.

Uncle Fu had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next moment he heard Li Zhongguo say, "Just put this in Uncle Fu's room!"

"Master! I..." (unwilling)

"I'll give you a raise of 10,000 yuan this month," Li Fagui added.

"Yes, sir! I will take good care of Miss Pear Blossom's artworks. Don't worry, they'll be incredibly fresh and vibrant in a month, no! A week!" Uncle Fu smiled, elegantly put on his gloves, and carried the bull in a princess carry.

Da Mao was taken aback. Was it really okay to put this creepy thing in the room? Wouldn't he be worried about frequent urination when he went to the toilet?

"Da Mao, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and take my granddaughter's artwork to Uncle Fu. Do you want to keep it in your room?" Li Zhongguo looked at his dazed grandson and felt a little uneasy.

"Yes, yes, I'll send it over here."

When Da Mao arrived at Uncle Fu's room, he was stunned again. Uncle Fu's tastes were quite...unique.

The whole room is pink; what a deep girlish heart this is!

The Ox-Head and Horse-Face were placed in Uncle Fu's bedroom, and Da Mao left after finishing his business.

After finishing his work, Uncle Fu quietly went into the house, glanced outside, and secretly locked the door. Looking at Ox-Head and Horse-Face, he revealed a sly smile.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face; "………………"

Ox-Head: [“Brother Ma, how about we don’t perform the miracle? What do you think?”]

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