Chapter 117

Great changes have also promoted the status of Langsheng. The young master is not in vain. Lao Chen will bite his teeth and work on.

Nowadays, it is not so easy to find a job in society. Lao Chen's two sons are also profligate on Lao Chen's salary.

He has to go on!

Ring noon. The suddenly rising temperature scorched hot, and the summer cicadas were still singing in the trees.

The youth on the sofa leisurely cross legged to watch TV, two cans of iced sprite on the tea machine, large and small snacks around, and air conditioning filled a space. It's human enjoyment.

"Hiss".

Langsheng bit open the bag, and Lao Chen also dragged his lead filled legs back to the house.

"Young master." Lao Chen's voice is weak, and knowing how to look is his capital in the Yan family.

A boy with chestnut hair didn't seem to hear. He swept the garbage on the table with his right hand.

Suddenly, the clean white tile floor was full of empty bags. Debris spilled over, and the oily food leaked out.

In a hurry, old Chen shouted to the servants around him, "go and sweep the floor! What are you doing? "

"No."

A voice stopped, loose and charming.

Langsheng smiled coldly and ordered with a light look in his eyes, "I'll let you pick it up."

Who? Is he?

Lao Chen looked puzzled. The wrinkles of the whole face were tightly wrinkled, and he couldn't spit out a punctuation mark when his mouth was closed.

The trembling of the body, angry and obedient, fought with those who were about to be angry out of heart disease.

The two people stood in the same place, and Langsheng was bored. A sharp voice reminded: "what's the matter? Lao Chen, the salary is no longer needed? "

The salary is no longer needed = you want to lose the job.

"..." old Chen swallowed his anger and frightened the servants nearby.

As usual, this old man will definitely talk about the weak young master!

"Lao Chen, are you ill?" The servant asked out of concern.

Langsheng held back his smile and waited for Lao Chen's answer.

"Shut up! How could I be sick! You're sick! You're sick! " Old Chen angrily stared red and yelled.

The servant didn't dare to speak. Langsheng didn't embarrass him and asked him to do other things.

Langsheng raised his hand and hooked his slender finger: "come here."

Although he is a man's dress, he is enchanting and hot in his bones and lives like a goblin.

Lao Chen was half frightened and half fascinated, and his uncontrolled body went to the beautiful boy on the sofa.

"Plop" made a huge sound, but it swept Lao Chen's face.

Because after taking care of a yard, I stood and squatted all morning, and my legs were soft and weak. It also depends on perseverance to stop. With such a move, it falls uncontrollably.

"Gee, my father doesn't have this treatment." Langsheng's sarcastic voice sounded from Lao Chen's head, like a devil's voice.

Old Chen's face was red, and a pair of old eyes filled with tears: "big boy, I live alone with two sons of failure. I beg you not to dismiss me. "

The face that could not see joy and anger had a trace of playfulness.

"I said I'd fire you? Don't worry, you won't be dismissed. I'll beg my father not to fire you. "

Old Chen was overjoyed, and his heart could not help shivering.

The next second, the beautiful boy spoke again: "I'm not the virgin, no, I'm not the father. I can't let you live well, because that's how you teased me when you were a child! "

Langsheng's tone was light and flexible. He gave him a look and looked at the garbage on the ground. The meaning was obvious.

This... This demon! A demon with an angel's face! Lao Chen stared at the high boy in horror.

The young man made a smile, the sun set off as the background, and the little girl lost her life and death.