When Zhou Ye heard about Lin Rui's portrait spontaneously combusting in public.
Yan Xianjue was unable to utter a word except clapping.
How smart does one have to be to think of applying scale powder on his father's posthumous photo?
Lin Shifa's level of divine gold seemed to have reached a higher level after Lin Rui's death.
This is such a brilliant joke from hell!
*
Yan Xianjue clamped his legs around the horse's belly and strolled slowly on the grass.
Zhou Ye: "Only your parents would be willing to build a horse farm for you in such a good place." Yan Xianjue chuckled twice.
When it comes to pampering children, the Zhou family is not inferior.
If the Lin family is like a large breeding ground for insects, then Zhou is the only descendant of the Zhou family.
The hope of the whole village.
"When you were seven, your uncle carried you around on his neck and played with you."
Zhou Ye covered his face: "Please don't mention it!"
"Then it's a deal, no one is allowed to mention each other's dark history again."
Zhou Ye nodded immediately.
But Zhou Ye’s mouth may really look like his second uncle’s.
Although Zhou Ye's second uncle is one of the most capable among his peers.
He single-handedly led the Zhou family to climb several steps.
But he is not the traditional kind of taciturn and overbearing president.
He would be heartbroken over the death of his wife and children, and from then on he would treat Zhou Ye as his own son.
She would also mutter about trivial matters like the auntie in the neighborhood committee.
Yan Xianjue suspected that Zhou Ye's love for eating melons was inherited from his second uncle.
So is gossiping.
For example, at this moment, Zhou Ye had just made an appointment with Yan Xianjue.
He turned around and laughed at Yan Xianjue: "Brother Yan, you came out to ride a horse with your family."
Yan Xianjue sighed slowly: "Alas, I just made the mistake every man would make. I can't let go of either of them, mother and daughter."
"Hahahahahahahahaha."
Zhou Ye laughed so hard that he fell on the horse's back, gasping for breath and saying, "Hahahaha, what you said is so funny. If someone didn't know you, they would think you were some kind of scumbag. Hahahahaha."
Yan Xianjue raised his eyebrows, what he said was true.
He leaned forward slightly and patted the adult Akhal-Teke horse twice on the side of the neck.
He shouted, "Gold! Zhou is laughing at you too!"
That’s right, the name of this Akhal-Teke horse, which has a high probability of fetching a sky-high price, is so simple and unpretentious.
Who could blame Yan Xianjue for being only three years old when he received the pony as a birthday present?
A three-year-old's understanding of the world is so simple!
Gold is the best!
But look at the name of Xiao Yuanbao who was born in this horse farm.
It is not difficult to see that Yan Xianjue's aesthetic taste has remained consistent over the years.
Maybe age can’t be blamed entirely.
*
Following the neighing of Jinzi's hoof, Zhou Ye's dejected and embarrassed voice rang out: "Be a human being! You even complained about the horse!!"
Yan Xianjue held the reins and whip in his hands, not worried at all that Jin Zi would throw him off.
From the age of three to eighteen, fifteen years of tacit understanding is nothing to be underestimated.
Even though Gold is now about to enter the category of old horses.
Yan Xianjue still trusted her as he trusted his right-hand men.
After Zhou Ye was chased all over the field by the gold, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and raised his hands in surrender.
Yan Xianjue gently pulled the reins.
Jinzi immediately calmed down and neighed twice at the tall black horse under Zhou Ye's butt.
The black Arabian horse had just come over at the command of its owner.
He was frightened by the sound of gold's snorting and took two steps back.
Zhou also looked under his butt. The Arabian horse, which was tall and mighty and said to be a descendant of a war horse, retreated timidly under the threat of gold.
I couldn't help but fall into silence.
They are all horses that have been raised since they were young, so why is there such a big difference between them?
He couldn't help but touch his face. Could it be that horses also look at faces?
He suddenly remembered the joke that once circulated in the wealthy circle, about the boy from the Yan family taming a wild horse with his good looks.
No one took him seriously. Even when his second uncle mentioned it to him by chance, he said that Uncle Yan spoiled the child to death.
After all, the strongest filter between people is a pair of partial eyes.
But the person involved was right in front of him, so Zhou Ye chose to verify it directly with the person involved!
So sometimes Zhou Ye really has a short memory.
*
Yan Xianjue was sitting leisurely on the horse's back, breaking apples for Jinzi and Xiao Yuanbao to eat.
One horse and half, holding the water steadily.
Hearing Zhou Ye's question, Yan Xianjue almost threw the apple directly at Zhou Ye's face.
He rolled his eyes and thought indignantly, "There really are no secrets in this circle! Even something like this can be spread by everyone."
Yan Xianjue didn't say anything, but Zhou Ye had already gotten the answer from his expression.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing again.
*
There are really no secrets in the circle.
At Lin Rui's memorial service, the fact that Lin Lang kowtowed to Lin Lang's portrait in public spread throughout the circle in less than half a day.
Lin Lang sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, and the living room was a mess.
The newly appointed assistant stood quietly in the corner, not saying a word.
Until Lin Lang's voice, like a demon from hell, came: "Send someone to pack up the things."
"Yes, sir." The assistant responded respectfully.
After the assistant dialed the number, he whispered a few instructions.
After hanging up the phone, he struggled to find a place to stay in the living room and walked carefully step by step to Lin Lang's side.
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