Chapter 62

After Long Zhuo expressed his wishes and turned away,

Mu Qingliu slowly said, "This fake young master is a bitch, saying one thing in public and another in private. You'd better deal with him first, otherwise he will be the biggest stumbling block for you to enter the Long family."

Wen Yancheng agreed, "Master, thank you for your hard work. I can probably see that he is hiding his unfriendly attitude towards me."

Mu Qingliu patted his shoulder and said with praise, "Your intuition is getting sharper and sharper now. You know how to crush your opponents."

Speaking of crushing.

Wen Yancheng has been baptized by business for a period of time. Under the guidance of Mu Qingliu, he is more and more like a business tycoon who is like a fish in water. Once he shows up, he can make waves in the vast sea.

Especially last month, Phantom Company has signed a contract with the largest technology company in Beijing to undertake the core code writing and trial and error business for the next 20 years. In addition to the previous contract with Hong Kong City, Phantom Company has not only spread its reputation far and wide, but also taken the lead in the industry, making a lot of money and making others envious.

Nowadays, in the Beijing business circle, if anyone has not heard of Wen Yancheng's name, he will probably be laughed at for not keeping up with the times.

Under the promotion of Mu Qingliu, Wen Yancheng has gradually evolved into a rising star.

These advantages, when eating at Long Zhicheng's house last time, Mu Qingliu had already penetrated into Long Zhicheng's ears bit by bit.

Long Zhicheng was very surprised at the time and expressed a certain amount of envy.

If one day, Long Zhicheng found out that the child of someone else's family whom he had praised was actually his own child, he would probably be overwhelmed by the happiness that fell from the sky.

Wen Yancheng got a signal from Mu Qingliu and began to move closer to Long Zhuo.

Long Zhuo has the habit of making his own breakfast in the morning, whether it is Western or Chinese style, he is a little bit better.

This was something Wen Yancheng had never expected. He thought that the fake young master looked innocent and was a guy who just opened his mouth to eat and stretched out his hands to wear clothes.

Long Zhuo got up earlier than him. With bruises all over his body, he put on an apron and worked in front of the stove in an orderly manner.

Wen Yancheng just came in to get a bottle of mineral water.

In order to get to know each other better, Wen Yancheng took the initiative to approach, uncapped the mineral water bottle, took a sip and asked, "What breakfast is this? It smells quite fragrant."

Long Zhuo saw that it was him, and the smile on his lips slightly shrank, "It's lobster omelet and Alba white truffle pancakes, with a little light cream and roasted tomatoes, and vegetable salad."

It's a very rich meal.

Wen Yancheng said that no matter how fancy the breakfast is, it can't compare to the delicious pancakes, fried dough sticks and soy milk in China. Nunuzui

opened the lid of the pot again. A baby pigeon was steamed in water in China. The pigeon's belly was obviously filled with pigeon eggs, and the fragrance was overflowing.

Wen Yancheng said, "I remember last time I heard that you were majoring in archaeology. In my impression, archaeology is suitable for older people, with a little bookish air and a little earthy air." He

deliberately poked the fake young master, "I didn't expect that you are also very worldly. Are you planning to develop in the direction of being a chef?"

When someone is found out that his background is fake, at least he still has a skill to make a living.

Long Zhuo, who looks like a little white flower, looks easy to bully, but in fact he is not weak. He fights back when he should.

He picked out a hot pigeon egg from the suckling pigeon meat with his bare hands and stuffed it into Wen Yancheng's mouth, which scalded the protagonist's tongue and shrank.

Long Zhuo covered Wen Yancheng's mouth with his big hand just as he was about to spit, and said with a full face of sarcasm, "Are you a good person?"

This sentence was originally in the "Draft History of Qing Dynasty", and the meaning was not like this, but it was used at this time, with a hint of counterattack.

Wen Yancheng officially caught the provocation and sarcasm in the other party's eyes, and chewed the pigeon egg coolly and swallowed it into his stomach.

It was regarded as accepting the other party's declaration of war. After

Wen Yancheng finished drinking the mineral water, he jogged a few laps near the Mu family, and met Long Zhuo again when he came back.

Long Zhuo held a dirty rag in one hand and a tray in the other hand, which was full of broken porcelain plates, messy dishes and sauces.

It looked like the food that was made with great effort was accidentally smashed. He came down from the third floor with his head down and met Master Zhen for the second time in the spiral staircase.

Wen Yancheng thought quickly about how to talk to the other party.

As a result, he was met with Long Zhuo's tearful expression, like a puppy abandoned on a rainy day, with watery eyes and an innocent face.

I am not afraid of handsome villains, but I am afraid of crying villains.

After all, Wen Yancheng and Long Zhuo are about the same age. Because of special reasons, they were forced to exchange life trajectories. It is a completely abnormal fate.

When Long Zhuo saw him, he tried his best to hide his arrogance. When he passed by, he bumped Wen Yancheng's arm hard, signaling the other party not to meddle in other people's business.

Wen Yancheng: "..."

Wen Yancheng felt that he was quite hostile. He had no offensive power, but he was still trying to show off.

He looked up and saw Mu Yuanqiu wearing loose pajamas, looking down nonchalantly from the railing on the second floor.

The brothers of the Mu family were all handsome and had fair skin, especially Mu Yuanqiu. His bathrobe was half open, revealing a beautiful clavicle. The mirror of his gold-rimmed glasses was refracted by the light, emitting an inorganic white light. It was hard to see any emotion in the eyes hidden underneath, but the little snake wrapped around his neck looked very angry, spitting out bright red tongues, constantly releasing strong warnings.

He asked, "Are you the person my youngest brother brought back yesterday?"

"What's your name?"

Wen Yancheng said, "Xiao Wen."

"Which Xiao? Which Wen?"

As a scholar, Mu Yuanqiu was best at asking questions until he got to the bottom of things. He stepped lightly on the carved railings, and his exposed ankles were as white as flowing milk, extending all the way to the dim depths under his bathrobe.

Wen Yancheng was not used to being looked down upon, so he answered very politely.

"It's the two words you said."

Xiao Wen.

Xiao Wen...

Mu Yuanqiu chewed on this strange name softly. Most people's first reaction after hearing Wen Yancheng's new name is how can someone have the surname Wen?

Mu Yuanqiu was different. He had clearer ideas than Mu Hongbo, and understood the ways of the world better than Mu Qingliu. He was objective and rational.

This person was called Xiao Wen.

Mu Yuanqiu seemed to have triggered some kind of switch, and he chuckled and said, "It seems that Qingliu likes you very much. In this family, apart from his little vegetative wife, you are the only special case."

"I like special cases the most."

As long as it is a special case in the mind of the youngest brother, he will like it unconditionally.

Wen Yancheng digested these strange expressions with a confused look on his face.

Mu Yuanqiu smiled and said, "So how about going to the movies together tonight?"

Wen Yancheng felt something was wrong, as if he was being stared at by a stalking snake, and nodded woodenly in agreement.

After Mu Yuanqiu left, Wen Yancheng woke up as if from a dream, and said to himself while holding his sore neck, "How can I agree so easily?"

It was really strange, an illusion of being led by the nose by someone unexpectedly.

Maybe he was staring at the little snake just now.

As soon as Wen Yancheng turned around, he was immediately hit by a fist as big as a casserole.

The protagonist couldn't avoid it in time and was hit hard on the bridge of his nose by the fist. The sore and swollen feeling rushed straight to his forehead, and the nosebleed surged in his nasal cavity.

"I have wanted to beat you up for a long time, you shameless man!"

Long Zhuo's fist was big and fierce, and he tried his best to hit Wen Yancheng's face.

The protagonist is possessed by Long Aotian, how could he only be beaten?

The battle between the real and fake young master lasted for more than ten minutes.

Mu Qingliu went home and saw the mess on the ground. He looked at the sofa in the living room, where two boys with bruised faces and noses were sitting, gasping for breath.

Probably they couldn't fight anymore, so they confronted each other for a while.

Mu Qingliu was not qualified to reprimand Long Zhuo, but he had every right to reprimand Wen Yancheng.

He grabbed Wen Yancheng by the collar, pulled him aside and cursed, "I told you to outsmart me. Only losers would choose to solve the problem with force."

Wen Yancheng covered his nose and explained, "Of course I know, but this fake young master doesn't play by the rules at all. It must be the insidious rules that He Ziyang taught him, beating people to death without leaving any room for them."

He naturally didn't know why Long Zhuo suddenly had such a strong hostility towards him.

Everything could only be related to the Long family's wealth.

Money makes the world go round.

Long Zhuo seemed unwilling to be outdone, and followed with tears in his eyes, not allowing the two to whisper behind his back.

It's like when chickens in elementary school have a fight, they have to go to the class teacher to tell on the other party.

Long Zhuo said, "Mr. Mu, I don't accept it."

Mu Qingliu smiled coldly, "You two are guests of this house. Master Long suddenly said this, which makes me, the host, at a loss."

"You are partial to him." Long Zhuo was furious,

his eyes widened, and it didn't sound like nonsense at all, but there was evidence. "How did I favor him?" Mu Qingliu was accused without reason, and he felt unhappy in his heart.

"Master Long, if you have found something, or if someone is secretly trying to sow discord, you can tell me now."

For example, He Ziyang said bad things to you about Wen Yancheng, and instigated you to step by step to target and eliminate the real Master.

Find out the real young master's private secrets, find out the real young master's business secrets, and steal the official seal in a simple business war way.

Mu Qingliu and Wen Yancheng were waiting for his next words.

Long Zhuo was originally planning to say something else, but the two of them looked at him at the same time, staring at him with dark eyes.

The fake young master immediately changed the subject and said angrily, "Mr. Mu, you took this Mr. Wen home as soon as Mrs. Xiaomu left. You did the same thing when you left my house last time. I actually understand your care and concern for Mr. Wen."

"As a man, it is understandable to have a red flag flying at home and colorful flags flying outside. But Mr. Mu, if you drive me away because I discovered your affair, then I will talk to Mrs. Xiaomu."

Long Zhuo spoke righteously and brought up a long topic of cover-up, just to continue to stay in Mu Qingliu's house.

Mu Qingliu was speechless. He held the shoulder of Wen Yancheng, who was also excited, and said in a light voice, "Okay, he is not your opponent at all, no need to test him again."

If there is a chance, just drag him out and bury him.

In the evening, Wen Yancheng wore a proper high-end suit as agreed before and waited in the living room. Even though there were two bruises on his face and his tall nose was swollen, he still followed the agreement and waited coolly for Mu Yuanqiu's arrival.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"

Someone spoke a codeword to him.

Wen Yancheng turned his head and saw Long Zhuo hiding in the dark corner of the corridor, waving at him.

Thinking of this fake young master who had said insincere apologies to him a hundred times after learning the truth that he was not a mistress who had entered the house.

Wen Yancheng really didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Hiss, hiss!"

Long Zhuo's face was also blue and swollen, barely supported by his high looks, otherwise it would be really unbearable to look at.

He waved at Wen Yancheng stealthily, barking like a puppy, "Mr. Wen, Brother Wen, can you come over here for a moment?"