"Pa~~~!"
Wang Jian slammed the table, picked up the wine bottle and poured a glass of wine for Fujiko Jin himself.
Wang Jian held the wine glass, his eyes slightly moist, "Brother Zijin, that's good, that's great. Let's drink this wine."
"Okay~!"
The scene was very lively as people exchanged cups and cups. Everyone talked about each other's questions and freely spoke their minds. Yang Qian also answered them. Whenever there was something he didn't understand, Yang Qian also answered it in a few words.
This made everyone even more impressed, especially when Qu Xiuwen asked Yang Qian about printing, but was ignored by Yang Qian and Xini. After all, he wanted to make money from this in the future.
After sending the staggering people away, Yang Qian was also a little dizzy. Drinking is like this. The more he drank, the more energetic he became, and he drank too much without realizing it.
In addition, the drink this time was not Jiangjun Lie, but the rice wine and millet wine brewed by the village. Although it was not easy to get drunk, it had good stamina.
By the time everyone was gone, Yang Qian was already a little dizzy and his face was flushed.
After being helped into the room by Zhang Yumeng, Yang Gan lay down on the bed regardless of Zhang Yumeng's angry eyes.
"Miss Qin, I'm sleeping with Yang Qian today. You can sleep next door." Zhang Yumeng said with a smile.
Qin Xiangru said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about..."
"I am the young master's personal maid..."
"I am the young master's personal maid..."
The two said at the same time, Zhang Yumeng pinched his throat and imitated in a funny way.
"Okay, okay, I know you are Yang Qian's personal maid. You are amazing. Do you want to give you an award?" Zhang Yumeng felt that she really couldn't stand women of this era.
"Xiangru, let Zhang Yumeng and I sleep together today. Anyway, we have some things to discuss tonight. You go to the next room and bring a quilt."
Qin Xiangru nodded moodily and glared at Zhang Yumeng, obviously very dissatisfied with her.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I can't bear to drive away your personal maid."
Yang Qian closed his eyes and waved his hands, "Don't be a cat and a mouse and pretend to be compassionate. Hurry up and bring out the good things. I'm going to stay in Zhuangzi and not go home in the winter."
Zhang Yumeng pursed her lips, took out the tablet from the homemade cowhide bag and handed it to Yang Qian.
After Yang Qian picked it up, he opened and operated it skillfully.
"Hey, can't you tell? He is indeed a rich man. He buys the latest tablets and downloads so many movies? Are you a movie lover like me?"
"Shit, I want to practice my acting skills. There must be material for me to refer to."
Yang Qian twitched the corner of his mouth and joked, "Forget it. If you act in a TV series, everyone's attention will be attracted by your career line and long legs. Who cares about your acting skills?"
Zhang Yumeng clenched her fists, looking unconvinced.
Yang Qian took out his headphones, put one on each person, clicked on a movie, and said old-fashionedly, "I didn't expect you also downloaded (Roman Holiday)."
"Please, that's a masterpiece, isn't it? With a figure as good as my sister's, she's like a stewardess. With a little better temperament, she can surpass Hepburn."
Yang Gan looked at her sideways and said disgustedly, "Haha, if Hepburn were a stewardess, you would be like a plane crash, not in the same dimension, okay?"
"Hey, Yang Qian, what do you mean, don't you know how to coax me?"
"Do you have any cigarettes?"
"Hmph~~~!"
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Zhang Yumeng took out two cigarettes from the leather bag, and the two of them started smoking immediately.
"Hoo~~~~!" Yang Qian blew out a smoke ring for a long time, and his head was dizzy. He hadn't tasted cigarettes for a long time. Although he was not a heavy smoker in his previous life, he still needed a pack every two days.
After making a shelf and placing the tablet, Yang Qian rested his head on his hands and sighed while watching the movie.
"Coaxing a woman? If I had coaxed or licked her back then, I wouldn't have broken up with my girlfriend."
Zhang Yumengqi said, "I just don't understand, why don't modern men get married? Don't fall in love? Don't even marry a wife? What are you trying to do?"
Yang Gan dusted off the ashes with his cigarette butt, shook his head and said, "You women did it yourself. You think you are a woman, so you want us men to coax you, and you have to kneel down and lick it."
"I come home from get off work every day and I'm as tired as a dog. I can't even get a hot meal or dish when I get home. My girlfriend still dislikes this and that. Sometimes I get angry for no reason. I'm really a bitch."
"It's better to go home alone and play games if you want, cook if you want. If you don't want to cook, just eat takeout."
Zhang Yumeng sighed, now female boxers are running rampant, causing great harm to normal women like herself.
"You will be happy in this world. People are licking you everywhere, and Miss Qin is almost kneeling on the ground to lick you."
Yang Gan wondered, "Why do I feel like you are driving?"
"No."
"Watch a good movie."
"Why are you frowning when you're watching a movie?"
Yang Gan moved his body to make himself lie more comfortably. "What is my position? There are many things to consider, okay? No, I found that you are the most comfortable one. You sleep until you wake up naturally every day, and I Feed you."
"You know what, I'm already 28. If you don't get more beauty sleep, you won't be beautiful in the future. You are too young. Grow up quickly so that I can marry you. From now on, all your money will be Mine, yours..."
"Stop it, stop it, you don't want to give me medicine anymore, do you?" Yang Qian looked at Zhang Yumeng with extreme suspicion.
"I'm not Pan Jinlian. If you die, I'm the only modern person in the world, so I won't die of boredom."
Yang Gan nodded. She was pretty much what she thought. She sighed and said, "I'm worried about the seeds."
Zhang Yumeng's eyes widened and he wondered, "Seeds? I have them."
"Ah? What seeds do you have? Come and show them to me."
"At home, in the laptop, there are 1 ton seeds of all types." Zhang Yumeng said proudly.
"Fuck you, is this what the hell I told you?"
The veins on Yang Gan's head popped out. "You are indeed the Lich King. Your fans have been deceived by you. Everyone still calls you Chun Qing Yu Meng. It really insults the word Chun Qing."
"Hahahaha, you are the only one here anyway, how can you still report to my fans?"
"That's right, that's right."
"Yang Qian, do you really want to go to court when you get promoted? I'm used to living here."
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"Yang Gan..."
"Hululu, hululu~~~~!"
Zhang Yumeng looked at that handsome face and shrugged. He was still a child after all, and his body could not support such a large amount of alcohol.
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This was the first time for the two of them to sleep with each other. Yang Qian fell into a deep sleep, and Zhang Yumeng had no other thoughts. After all, knowing that Yang Qian was only eight years old, she could not have any thoughts at all. She regarded him more as her own. rely on.
In the past, Zhang Yumeng thought that as long as she could survive, she would be fine, but now she obviously no longer thinks so.
Survive? Stop being ridiculous, I want to live a comfortable life. Even if I come to ancient times, I still want to be a rich person and enjoy life.
Yang Qian just hid in the room and played for three days. Not to mention, the solar power bank was very efficient, and there was also a small hand-operated generator. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yumeng’s suitcase and Doraemon’s two-dimensional Same as pockets.
After getting to know her, I realized that even though Zhang Yumeng was glamorous in her previous life, when she was filming a TV series, she had to endure hardships.
She is not a traffic star, but has her own pride and reserve. She will jump into a river whenever she wants in the middle of winter. Many times, the crew goes to places where there are no villages or shops, and there is no charging station, let alone a convenience store.
So every time, she brought enough things, but not much clothes. After all, sometimes she might wear costumes for several days in a row.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!"
Zhang Yumeng came back from outside and opened the door directly. He saw Yang Qian wearing headphones and looking at the tablet with a silly smile on his face, and he kept making "kekeke!" sounds.
"Hello? You've been lying down for three days and you still haven't gotten up?"
Yang Gan glanced at her and said nonchalantly, "I asked Xiangru to take a look at the injury on my back. It's scabbed, but it's still fine. I can't take the elixir, so I'll just treat it as a winter vacation. It's sunny outside." It’s freezing cold.”
"Why don't you go play on the street? Since you supported business in the city, there are more and more people doing business in the city. Even winter can't stop their enthusiasm."
Zhang Yumeng shrugged his nose, frowned and said, "I'm warning you, I only have a few cigarettes. If you smoke as much as you do, I won't be able to smoke for a few months. Also, you are only eight years old, can you pay attention to the impact?"
Yang Qian turned around directly, facing her with his butt, and muttered out of his mouth, "Lori, you're so nervous, it's like menopause."
A tic-tac-toe symbol appeared on Zhang Yumeng’s forehead.
There is nothing bad to say about women's menopause.
"Get the fuck out of here, mom." Zhang Yumeng yelled, almost scaring Yang Qian so much that he fell off the bed.
Lifting the quilt with both hands, he saw Yang Qian wearing a pair of underwear, curled up on the bed.
"You're sick, Gungun, I won't get up." Yang Gan frowned, looking impatient at Zhang Yumeng. He reached out, grabbed the quilt, and wrapped himself into a rice dumpling.
She shamelessly said to Zhang Yumeng, "Sorry, my quilt has been sealed and cannot be unsealed for the time being."
Zhang Yumeng was stunned, smiled, went to the balcony outside the room, and made a dozen snowballs.
"Hi, Yang Qian."
Yang Qian immediately stuck out his head.
"Pa~~~~!"
A big snowball hits the red heart.
"Zhang~~~Yu~~~Meng~~~~I..."
"Pa~~~~!"
"Oh shit."
Yang Qian jumped up, ran to the balcony, and kept throwing snowballs at Zhang Yumeng. How could Zhang Yumeng give up and hit back immediately?
Under the sunlight, their faces showed smiles.
(End of chapter)
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