In the book era, my villain is super obedient

When facing Yan Shen, Realgar didn't expect anyone to be good at cooking. Even if he cooked pig food, he still ate delicious food. He also learned some basic cooking skills and fed Yan Shen on a regular basis.

But in Yan Shenwen's opinion, his efforts were not careless at all.

Yes, I have seen how kind Yan Xian was to Yu Teshu. Realgar and other things are just childish.

He wrote to his sister-in-law asking for support.

Lush: "..."

How should she respond?

She had investigated some private matters before because she wanted to use Yan Ning.

At that time, Yan's father saw that the situation was not good and abandoned his wife and daughter and ran overseas. Yan's mother couldn't bear the blow and jumped into a well and committed suicide, while Yan's sister took the young Yan Shen to live in a shack.

One can imagine some of the experiences of a lonely and helpless young girl.

Finally, Sister Yan went crazy and was caught in the act by several women, who beat her to death.

Yan Shen was still young at that time, and after he ran away by chance, he lived a wandering life. He finally settled down at Zaoling Farm, where he was hungry and full.

In Yan Shen, I have seen Father Yan, a heartless man, and I have seen my sister harmed by men. My wariness towards men cannot be eliminated overnight.

Therefore, Yu Cong's reply to Realgar only contained a few sentences.

In martial arts in the world, no one is strong and cannot be broken, only speed cannot be broken. Those who win with strength will lose their strength, and those who win with strength will perish if they use up all their strength.

There is no special love in the world, but it is hard to find the truth. If you win with beauty, your beauty will fade; if you win with wealth, your strength will fade away...

After Lu Cong finished writing, he sealed the envelope, affixed the stamp and put it in the mailbox.

For girls like Yan Xingren who can climb out of desperate situations, they despise men's small favors. Sometimes even asking for help feels hypocritical and contrived.

But I should be touched by my devotion to you and my sincerity that will never leave me until death.

I hope this idiot, Realgar, can understand her good intentions!

After finishing all this, Yu Cong received another notice to participate in the Hong Kong-City Exchange Meeting.

Ever since the day of the wedding, when Jean Tang Yuansheng threw herself at Yan Zhan and left him in a hurry, she hadn't seen her grandpa for a year. She and her little brother have special status, so they usually don’t dare to call there.

I don’t know how my grandpa is doing. Is he still strong?

Originally, this business trip to Hong Kong City did not involve Yan Xian, but everyone knew that he had sharp ears.

After his special application, his name was added to the list, but he was not responsible for the travel expenses.

They were still preparing to mobilize, not only bringing the dogs, but also the flower snakes as bodyguards.

Wen Wenbiao also wanted to go, but Realgar wouldn't let him go at all, which made him extremely angry. But since the official was so powerful that he could kill someone, there was nothing he could do except get angry.

The most valuable thing about people is their essence, not their abundance. We can only respond when there are three shortages.

This is not the first time for the dogs to fly, but they can't help but be excited.

The glutinous rice balls' fluffy tail wagged like a dog, and their little tongue stuck out like a smiling angel.

All the way floating in the clouds, no one thought it was a wolf.

The person who picked up the plane was Hao Kaixin. Yu Cong and her younger brother had been promoted one after another and had already taken the position of factory director, but Hao Kaixin was still a handyman assistant.

This made Hao Kaixin so envious that he wanted to find a way to work under Yu Te's assistant.

In order to save travel expenses, the group of people and the dog did not stay in a hotel, but took a car directly to Juanyun Temple.

Different from the dilapidated mountain view that was empty before, now it has been renovated. Not only is it magnificent, but it also has an antique charm.

Mr. Yan, wearing a brand new Taoist robe, sat majestically at the gate of the temple and read the fortune teller with a straight face.

"Grandpa, what does my lot mean?" Yu Cong drew a lot and handed it over with both hands.

When Mr. Yan heard a familiar voice, he looked up and saw his smiling grandson-in-law.

"Onions!"