Chapter 62 Greedy 5 Funny Uncle Zhou

After running a few laps, Kong Yanze felt it was quite novel, and he no longer had such strong resistance to Fang Zijing. But after all, he felt a little embarrassed to be next to him like this, and the people over there would crane their necks to look at them from time to time.

"Hey, I'm going down." Kong Yanze pulled him.

Fang Zijing lowered his head and repeated: "Huh?"

"Mr. Jing, I want to go down." Kong Yanze understood what he meant and remembered the name he had heard.

Fang Zijing didn't answer but let the horse run faster and faster. Fortunately, he was brave. Someone who had never ridden a horse would definitely be scared, especially since Fang Zijing didn't support him, but just waited for him to get scared and shrink into his arms.

"So what do you want to hear?"

"Think for yourself."

Fang Zijing didn't expect that he was really not afraid, and seemed to have carefully observed the postures of others, adjusted himself and sat very steadily.

"Brother Fang, Brother Fang, is this okay?"

Although it was summer, the wind was unpleasant when the horse was running. Fang Zijing slowly pulled the reins to slow down the horse and walked slowly around the horse farm.

"Not bad." Fang Zijing smiled: "Did you bring your phone with you today?"

"I've got it, let me go, Brother Fang."

The horse was moving very slowly. Fang Zijing asked his servant to bring his cell phone to him and watched him add the contact information.

Fang Zijing looked at the silhouette on the avatar. It seemed that he was taking his bow on the stage. His neck was long and his shoulders were straight. He couldn't tell who it was because it was a silhouette, but he could guess it by thinking about it.

"I'll ask you to come out and play next time, will you come?"

In fact, it was just a word of surrender, and Kong Yanze knew it very well, but he felt prickly all over when he thought about it, and he couldn't make him unhappy again.

"I still have training to do. I'm very busy. It depends on the situation."

Fang Zijing didn't say anything, but suddenly turned over and got off the horse. Kong Yanze was dragged up by the horse, so it was not easy for him to get off. Fang Zijing took off his gloves and threw them to the servant casually, then looked up at Kong Yanze.

He lowered his head to look at the stirrups, and was obviously a little stiff, but he did not show any fear.

"I told you, you have to come when I call you." Fang Zijing stopped smiling. He stood below, but he did not look weak at all. Every word he spoke was full of strength.

Kong Yanze sat on the horse's back and met Fang Zijing's eyes, feeling frightened. Kong Yanze grabbed the saddle tightly, took a deep breath, crossed his legs, grabbed the saddle and jumped down directly.

His posture was awkward and ungraceful, and he even held the ground for a while when he landed. If the dark horse hadn't been held by someone, it would have been very likely that he would have been frightened and stepped on.

Kong Yanze patted the dirt off his hands, and before he could stand firmly, he was pulled up by Fang Zijing. Fang Zijing was unhappy, stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek, and only relaxed his brows when he saw the pain on his face.

Kong Yanze reached out and grabbed his wrist, and struggled angrily, but it was in vain. He pinched his cheek and twisted it a little. He lowered his eyes but not lowered his head, with a look of cold admiration on his face.

"You're so stupid. You should be taught a lesson."

Kong Yanze glared back without showing any weakness, but the expression of a weak person who was controlled by others could only be called stubborn, which only added a bit of interest to the appreciation.

The place where they were was not hidden, and when people around saw them they just turned away calmly, as if they didn't see anything. Joking is joking, but talking nonsense inappropriately will only offend people, and you won't even know how you died.

Kong Jiayu had just come out with his horse after changing into riding clothes. He turned around and saw this scene, and subconsciously loosened the reins and wanted to go over. But someone next to him said, "Young Master Jing is in high spirits, and you can't help him in any way if you go over there."

Kong Jiayu paused and turned to look at the person who spoke. The person didn't look surprised at all. Instead, he found Kong Jiayu's expression funny.

"He's not my biological brother from the same mother, so you won't be reluctant to let him go, right? But even if he is, so what?"

"What did you say?!"

"Is the show starting?" The man patted the horse's back with a hint of sarcasm.

"Don't yell at me, this is your Kong family's idea. I advise you to go back and persuade your brother to be less aggressive. It will also be good for your family if he gets into Young Master Jing's bed earlier."

Under the overly strong sunlight, Kong Jiayu felt cold from head to toe. He turned around and saw Kong Yanze reluctantly pushing Fang Zijing and saying something with suppressed anger. He turned around and glanced at him.

"Let go!" Kong Yanze pried his fingers apart and spoke vaguely. Finally, he looked at Fang Zijing who lowered his brows a little, and then looked at Kong Jiayu who looked pale for some reason.

"Okay, okay, I'll come out when you call me next time."

Fang Zijing smiled immediately and lowered his head to the side of his face. Kong Yanze could feel the tip of his nose against his cheek.

"And then?" The heat from his breath tickled his neck as he spoke, and Kong Yanze couldn't help but shrink back.

"Brother Fang, Brother Fang."

Fang Zijing let go and helped him straighten his clothes with a smile. Kong Yanze tensed up but didn't dare to hide. Fang Zijing glanced at Kong Jiayu who was standing there, and quickly looked away with disinterest.

"That's right. We just became friends, so don't make things unpleasant. It's not good for you."

Kong Yanze couldn't help but blurt out in a low voice: "Nervous." Fang Zijing heard it, but just reached out and pinched his black hair and twisted it, then smiled.

"You are already nineteen years old. You should be more sensible so that your brother won't worry about you all the time."

Kong Yanze wanted to roll his eyes and say, "It's your turn to teach me a lesson," but he glanced at Kong Jiayu and just snorted. Fang Zijing stared at him again, as if he wanted to see every expression.

"Let's just treat it as a formal acquaintance today. How about I take you out to play in a few days?"

Kong Yanze only heard the signal to retreat, and immediately agreed with him: "Okay, but don't attack my house." Otherwise, that Lao Deng would hold his head down and ask someone to watch him.

Fang Zijing knew the inside story, so he smiled and said, "It depends on my mood."

Kong Jiayu didn't know he had been standing there for a long time. No one called him or spoke to him. This kind of situation was not uncommon in the circle. What was rare was that Kong Jiayu protected the younger brother born to his concubine.

Kong Jiayu watched Kong Yanze walk up to him. He could tell at a glance that he was in a bad mood, but he still smiled at him.

"Let's go home. We don't need to be here anymore."

Kong Jiayu choked twice in his throat and did not answer immediately. He turned his eyes away to avoid his gaze, which immediately relieved the hidden shame and pain in his body.

"Your brother hasn't even ridden a few laps yet, and you're letting him go now."

A young man leading a brown horse came over from behind with a smile, his eyes fixed on Kong Yanze, his astonishment undisguised, and then he gave a meaningful but not polite smile.

Kong Yanze completely ignored him and only looked at Kong Jiayu. However, Kong Jiayu noticed the glance from Fang Zijing who was following behind Kong Yanze, and whispered to him to go home first.

Kong Yanze looked at him worriedly, but there was nothing he could do. He walked away, looking back every few steps, and told him to go home early.

Fang Zijing sat down under the parasol, looking at his back, squinting his eyes and not speaking. No one spoke for a while. He withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and tapped his palm with the whip in his hand.

"Liu Jing."

He called out the man who came over with the brown horse to talk to Kong Yanze. Kong Jiayu stood aside like everyone else, and no one laughed.

"Is he handsome?" Fang Zijing asked him with a smile.

Liu Jing glanced at him and replied with a smile: "Beautiful." Before he finished speaking, the sound of the whip breaking through the air was heard, and there was a sound of teeth-grinding when it hit someone.

The clothes were thin in summer, and everyone could see a bloodstain soaking through the clothes.

"Is he handsome?"

Liu Jing didn't even dare to scream, his lips trembling: "No...no" Before he could finish his words, another one came. He couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground.

"Is he handsome?"

"Whether it's beautiful or not, it's all yours." Liu Jing was speechless. The person who had previously reminded Kong Jiayu said with a smile.

Fang Zijing smiled, threw the whip away and looked at Kong Jiayu.

"What do you think, Jiayu?"

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As soon as Kong Yanze got in the car, he relaxed completely. He found a mirror to look around and saw fingerprints on his cheek and a faint mark on his neck.

"Idiot. What kind of brother are you? You even dare to pinch your father. You are an unfilial son."

Kong Yanze had been holding it in for the whole morning, and now he was ready to curse, but he couldn't help but worry about Kong Jiayu. But he had repeatedly said that he wanted to stay, and Kong Yanze couldn't say anything. He had already said that he wouldn't make it difficult, so he wouldn't be so stingy...

When he got home, it was just past noon. Kong Yanze had no appetite and was feeling upset but had no place to vent, so he sat under the small peach tree in the yard.

The sun was strongest at noon, but the sun was also strong at two or three in the afternoon. The leaves of the small peach tree were not lush, but they were enough to provide shade. He kicked off his shoes and was too lazy to change clothes. He sat on the grass, leaning against the tree trunk, and when he looked up, he saw the green fruits on the tree.

Kong Yanze patted the trunk of the peach tree. He closed his eyes and seemed to be able to remember the scene of his mother taking him to dig holes, bury soil and water the trees. He was covered in soil and still jumping around.

His mother was amused by him, and he was so dazzled by the sunlight that he could not remember the curve of the face when it smiled. Of those scattered memories, he deliberately only thought of the good ones.

But the last memory stayed on her red eyes, holding the scissors to his face, and saying to him with her mouth opening and closing:

"I'm sorry, baby. Mommy shouldn't have given birth to you."

Kong Yanze suddenly opened his eyes, and a spot of light shining through the green leaves shone on his eyes. He sat up and looked to the side and was startled.

"Uncle Zhou?"

Zhou Baiqiao was standing on the other side of the peach tree, biting a cigarette. He turned around after hearing him call out and nodded slightly to greet him.

"Um."

Kong Yanze scratched his head, relaxed his back, stood up by holding the tree trunk, then remembered something and asked him directly.

"Uncle Zhou, why are you still here?"

Zhou Baiqiao looked over, took down his cigarette, and joked with a calm face: "You don't welcome me?"

He has deep eye sockets, handsome skin, and nice eyebrows and eyes, but even when he looks calm, his aura is too strong, so people don't notice how handsome and young he looks, but just feel that they can't afford to offend him.

Although Kong Yanze was always a little intimidated by him, he thought he had become familiar with him and he really felt that he was not an elder who spoke in a pretentious manner, so he was quite relaxed when talking to him.

"I don't make the decision." Kong Yanze said this deliberately with a smile. Sure enough, Zhou Baiqiao just bit the cigarette butt, looked at him and smiled.

"You need to stay a few more days. There's nothing I can do if you're not welcome. Your father hasn't finished repairing my house yet."

After hearing this, Kong Yanze laughed while leaning against the tree. This old Deng was still eager to repair someone's house, and Zhou Baiqiao's tone was as if Kong Heng was plastering the wall for him.

"What happened to your face?"

Before he had finished laughing, he saw him pointing at the side of his face. Kong Yanze touched it. His skin was tender and white, and the mark was still there.

"I had a fight with an idiot." Kong Yanze naturally made a face-saving excuse, and then looked at Zhou Baiqiao guiltily.

I feel guilty for accidentally saying bad words in front of my elders.

Kong Yanze coughed and said, "He has no other skills, but he can scratch with his hands. However, I punched him a few times with my backhand and didn't suffer any loss."

It was unknown whether Zhou Baiqiao believed it or not. He just kept his eyes on his face without any change in expression. Kong Yanze had no idea what he was thinking.

Maybe the boss just doesn't show his emotions?

"That's good. Next time you fight, try to slap him. A slap mark on his face will be visible everywhere you go. If you hit him in the stomach, no one will know and will just think you've been beaten."

Kong Yanze was stunned for a moment, thinking that he would never dare to be slapped in the face. He was mainly immersed in the fact that Zhou Baiqiao was actually trying to use a dirty trick on him.

He didn't know what to say, so he just blurted out this sentence.

"Uncle Zhou, do you slap people when you fight?"

Zhou Baiqiao smiled, which was different from his previous polite smile. Kong Yanze saw the hidden little black mole again, and his dark blue eyes fell on him.

"No one has dared to fight me yet."

But he actually thought about it seriously and gave this answer.

"Probably because no matter whether they win or lose, their ending will be ugly." Zhou Baiqiao said this as if he was joking, but his tone was serious.

Kong Yanze thought that such elders were great. Even if they said something stupid without thinking, he would accept it. Doing something out of line seemed to be a trivial matter to him, but he did not take it lightly and would even give them dirty tricks seriously.

"Uncle Zhou, you are really funny." Kong Yanze couldn't help but sigh.

Zhou Baiqiao put his cigarette butt in his pocket and looked at him sideways: "What do you mean?"

Kong Yanze exclaimed: "Maybe he thinks you're the type who doesn't like to talk to people, and that you have to have your food airlifted from Country B, cross your arms and look down on people, and you can make others go bankrupt just by waving your hand, and finally you brush off your suit and say..."

Kong Yanze acted for a moment, raised his chin and smiled crookedly: "You are far behind me in fighting against me."

After saying that, Zhou Baiqiao coughed twice, pointed at him with his finger, and smiled: "You."

Kong Yanze spread his hands and said, "Uncle Zhou turns out to be a boss who teaches people to slap in the face."

Zhou Baiqiao imitated him and spread his hands: "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Zhou Baiqiao raised his hand to look at his watch and prepared to leave.

"Gone. Got to be busy bankrupting other people."

He said it seriously, Kong Yanze subconsciously asked him: "Ah? Really?"

Zhou Baiqiao raised his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly. His deep-socketed dark blue eyes carried a cold and oppressive feeling. Even though Kong Yanze guessed that he was joking, his heart subconsciously skipped a beat and his fingers tightened.

"real."

Kong Yanze cut it and waved at him.

"Goodbye, Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Baiqiao smiled, and Kong Yanze's palpitations finally subsided. A boss is a boss. If he had that aura, he would scare Fang Zijing to tears.

Kong Yanze was also hooking his shoes and preparing to go back. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Kong Jiayu sitting in the small living room, and Aunt Chang was lowering her head with a serious look on her face. No one knew what they were talking about.

Kong Jiayu slammed his fist on the table for the last time, threw the cup of water in his hand away, and yelled.

"He is my brother!"

After yelling at Aunt Chang, he said something expressionlessly, then he leaned back in his chair dejectedly, covering his face and pulling his hair.

Kong Yanze turned and left, quietly leaving the open corridor on the heated wooden boards.

At dinner, it was just Aunt Chang and him. Aunt Chang cooked herself and cooked a lot of sweet and savory dishes, all of which were Kong Yanze's favorites. Kong Yanze smiled and offered sweet words, which made Aunt Chang laugh for a while.

Kong Jiayu didn't come out and didn't eat. Kong Yanze knocked on the door to call him, but only heard a muffled sound of something being thrown against the door.

Kong Yanze sat at his door for a long time, and the phone in his pocket vibrated. He opened it and saw that it was Fang Zijing who asked him out the day after tomorrow.

Kong Yanze placed the food he had prepared at his door, and whispered through the crack in the door: "Brother, I'm leaving now. Remember to come out and get the food, or else all the cockroaches will run onto your bed."

He looked down at his phone, tapping his fingers.

"Okay, I'll go."