Zhang Moyan didn't expect that Xiao Xingyu was still a spoiled character here.
But think about it, with his beauty and pride, even if he gave himself to someone, he would be as arrogant and domineering as Concubine Hua. How could he possibly be a humble concubine or maid?
A countryman like Jiang Dazhu would never have the chance to get his hands on such a delicious dish if Xiao Xingyu hadn't asked him for help this time. So with a beauty by his side, he has to give in to her and be spoiled by Xiao Xingyu, right?
"Teacher Xiao!" Zhang Moyan walked up the stairs and looked at Xiao Xingyu from head to toe, with a look of relief in her eyes.
Jiang Dazhu looked at Zhang Moyan.
"Xiao Xingyu, is this your girlfriend? She seems to care about you."
"She's your mother!"
Jiang Dazhu's joking smile froze, and he was about to start scolding, but when he saw Xiao Xingyu's unhappy face, he rolled his eyes and didn't say anything back.
Well……
The direction of this plot seems a bit confusing.
Zhang Moyan was studying when she saw Xiao Xingyu walk down the stairs with his long legs, walk to Xiao Weijiang's side, and help him dust off the dust on his body.
Xiao Weijiang grabbed Xiao Xingyu's shoulders and said, "Kid, are you okay? I heard from Miss Zhang that you've been detained here for two nights. They didn't do anything to you, did they? If anything happens, we can call the police. You won't be afraid with your uncle here!"
Xiao Xingyu was stunned for a moment and stopped dusting him off.
"Stop talking nonsense, old man!" Jiang Dazhu came running over, his butt on fire. "What did I do to Xiao Xingyu? Are you calling the police? Open your eyes and look at him. Is he missing arms and legs? Or is he unconscious from poisoning?"
"Jiang Dazhu, how do you talk to your uncle?" Xiao Xingyu looked fierce.
Jiang Dazhu muttered, "Who told him to wrongly accuse someone?"
Xiao Xingyu: "He's old, are you old too?"
Jiang Dazhu remained silent.
Xiao Xingyu brushed the dust off Xiao Weijiang's arms and turned around: "Jiang Dazhu, my uncle is unhappy now, what do you think we should do?"
Jiang Dazhu's eyes widened, and he pointed at Xiao Xingyu anxiously: "What do you mean? Huh? You still want me to apologize to him? You're dreaming! When have I, Jiang Dazhu, ever apologized to anyone?"
Xiao Xingyu raised his hand and brushed off his stubby fingers: "Did I ask you to apologize?"
Jiang Dazhu paused: "Then what do you want to do?"
Xiao Xingyu didn't reply. He touched the back of his neck with one hand and stretched his muscles. "I can't do it anymore. I'm a little tired." Then he looked at Zhang Moyan and said, "I'm going to rest first."
As he said that, he walked towards Zhang Moyan.
"Hey, hey, you can't rest!" Jiang Dazhu was even more anxious than before when he heard this. He grabbed Xiao Xingyu and said, "Why did you stop halfway through your work? What do you mean you are tired? You just want to hug a woman. I knew that you had ulterior motives when you called a girl in the middle of the night!"
Zhang Moyan heard everything clearly in the corridor, and her face turned red from the tips of her ears to the base of her neck.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Xiao Xingyu turned his head and looked at Jiang Dazhui, his eyes filled with stars.
Jiang Dazhu stared at his pockmarked face for at least half a minute, then finally let go in frustration. "Tell me, what do you want?"
"That's the proper way to be obedient," Xiao Xingyu said, grinning like a villain. He reached out and pulled Xiao Weijiang in front of Jiang Dazhu. "Look, my uncle's mouth is drooping right now. He's in a bad mood, and that's making me lose the mood to do anything for you. If you can make his mouth curl up, I'll continue!"
Xiao Weijiang on the side had already seen the comparison of the enemy's and our positions, and cooperated by raising his hands and acting arrogantly.
Jiang Dazhu's eyes widened. What? Wasn't this just asking him to please Xiao Weijiang? Wasn't that harder than just apologizing?!
"Xiao Xingyu..." Jiang Dazhu gritted his teeth.
"Hmm?" Xiao Xingyu blinked at him fearlessly.
Jiang Dazhu thought about it for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"
Then he turned around and immediately put on a flattering face to Xiao Weijiang: "Uncle, look at this activity in the middle of the night. You old man won't be able to sleep for a while, right?"
Xiao Weijiang, arms crossed, held himself high and said, "Hmm" in a commanding tone, "Of course! I can't sleep because of the pain all over my body!"
Jiang Dazhu was about to poke Xiao Weijiang's face with his finger when he glanced at Xiao Xingyu, coughed twice, and then moved his finger in a meaningless circle in the air before putting it back down. Finally, in a relatively equal tone, as if naturally, he asked Xiao Weijiang, "Do you want to play mahjong?"
Xiao Weijiang heard this and was sure it was a sign of money, and his eyes lit up immediately! But he couldn't show that he was interested, so he still kept his composure and said, "If you want me to be happy, then play Pai Gow!"
Jiang Dazhu's face turned pale, knowing that this old man was taking advantage of him. Just as he was about to spit, Xiao Xingyu stretched his body. Then he grinned again, "Hey, uncle can play anything you want!"
Then he waved his hands at the younger brothers beside him, and immediately two smart guys came up and hugged Xiao Weijiang: "Uncle, I'm a newbie at Pai Gow! It's a good time for you to give me some pointers! Come on, it's too cold outside, let's go inside and talk! Uncle, why did you come out wearing so little?"
There was a rustling sound of people, and they all followed Xiao Weijiang into the main hall.
Jiang Dazhu pointed a finger at Xiao Xingyu, wanting to curse him, but Xiao Xingyu looked at him with a charming and playful expression. He pointed for a long time without uttering a single word, and finally turned around on the spot: "Xiao Xingyu, your temper makes it easy to offend people! If it were someone else, he would have already..."
Before he could finish, Xiao Xingyu said disapprovingly: "There's nothing I can do about it, I just have a bad temper, but some people just like me."
Speaking of people liking him, Jiang Dazhu looked at Zhang Moyan standing beside him.
The evidence was irrefutable, leaving him speechless. He spat on the ground to express his jealousy: "I'm a prime minister with a big heart. I won't bother with you. Just remember to do your job well!"
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