I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    Xie Jiu came home almost dizzy, with light footsteps, and people seemed to be floating in a dream.

    "Brother Yu?" Xie Jiu sat on the sofa, laughing alone, and began to feel annoyed that she was acting like a fool, I don't know what a child would think.

    In the end, the housekeeper called him back to the world.

    The call was from the assistant, saying that Wen Long had come back secretly without telling him, and then the assistant who was fired before seemed to be in touch with him.

    "Come back when you come back. He is old and doesn't need someone to take care of him." In other words, stop those tuition fees and living expenses.

    Wen Long's father once helped Xie Jiu, but this kindness Xie Jiu repaid with other things very early, and then took Wen Long, just to not fall behind, in fact, he has done his best .

    Xie Jiu didn't care about Wen Long's secret return, but the former assistant's contact with him.

    In that distress, Xie Jiu removed a large number of other people's eyeliner and chess pieces, and he kept the former assistant for fishing. Unexpectedly, this person would contact Wen Long.

    "I was ambushed, he was involved?"

    "I haven't found it yet," said the assistant.

    "Keep staring."

    After leaving the city, Wen Long went to an apartment that was rented a long time ago. Xie Jiu usually gave enough living expenses. Wen Long himself had some business sense and invested in a small business, so At this time, Wen Long still had some money on him - of course, after seeing the bustling outside, he no longer looked down on this amount of money.

    He called Xie Jiuxian's assistant and was going to spend money to buy some news. As a result, the former assistant told him a shocking news.

    "You said Xie Jiu made a will and notarized it?" Wen Long was very strange, how could Xie Jiu suddenly remember to make a will? Is it because of the last attack?

    But Wen Long didn't think that this person would share the inheritance with him. Although he was an adopted son in name, he just wanted to give his dead father a little face, and it was good to hear.

    It's not good for him.

    If Xie Jiu doesn't make a will, he has an emergency. As an adopted son, he can always get a share. But now that a will is made, it is all cheaper for others.

    "Who are the beneficiaries of the estate?" Which of his subordinates? Or just donate it all?

    The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while: "He Tiantong."

    "Who?" Wen Long knew who it was, but he wasn't sure for a while.

    "He Jizu's youngest grandson, He Tiantong. He is the only beneficiary of the estate. If he is not there, the entire estate will be donated."

    "Papapapa." It suddenly rained heavily outside, the rain hit the glass windows of the rental house, and the light blurred by the rain also fell on the dazed Wen Long's face.

    "Hello? Are you still listening?"

    Wen Long wiped his face and suddenly felt a little cold: "Why him? What is their relationship?"

    "Huh? It seems to be raining." An Yinong looked outside the house, "What a pity, I wanted to set off fireworks."

    He just had a phone call with Grandpa He at the old house. Grandpa He went to Tianhou Temple to burn incense on the first day of the first day. He felt that An Yinong had a lot of troubles this year, so he could burn incense with him. It was unfortunate, but An Yinong declined. He wanted to lie in bed and sleep late.

    However, I agree with the matter of gathering at the old house during Chinese New Year.

    "Hey, I really want to split myself into several parts, so I can draw two comics and two sleep in." He went back to the desk and took out a stack of half-painted drawings. "Gu Pan"'s "Mr."

    The male protagonist in the drawing wears a long sleeved robe, holds a chess piece in his hand, and has long hair like a waterfall.

    The corner of his mouth smirked: "Did Xie Jiu get jealous with Gu Pan before?"

    "What is it? What is jealous?" The system floated out, "Looking at your appearance, the host, you are so excited? Have you finally let go of your previous feelings and started anew?"

    "..." This little fool, "Xiao Qi doesn't care about tasks now, and is focusing on gossip?"

    "Is there a task? Where is the task object? Hmph, there is not even a ghost!" I have already read it, what is a mission that is not a mission. The mission object is to appear in front of the host immediately tomorrow, and I will not feel any more.”

    "Thanks, please don't show up."

    Results, next day.

    "Young master, there is someone here who says it's your guest."

    An Yinong looked at the servant at the door: "Guest? Did he say his name?"

    "Yes, he said his name is Wen Long."

    An Yinong looks at the system, and the system also looks at An Yinong.

     "Don't look at me, host, if I say anything, I would have already upgraded to an advanced system." The system raised his hands to complain.

    "How could he know that I live here? Strange, even my classmates at school don't know."

    An Yinong frowned, he put down his pen and said, "Let him wait downstairs, I'll come down immediately."

    After obtaining permission, Wen Long walked into this small villa, with lawns, flower beds, fountains, beautifully manicured shrubs, and two rows of pine and cypresses, which set off the steeple villa like a fairy tale castle.

    I heard that this is just a small property under the name of 'He Tiantong'. He has not yet reached the age of seventeen, and he already owns five or six properties, the cheapest ones costing several million.

    "Please come here." The security guard in charge of security led Wen Long to the door of the villa, and another servant came out and continued to take the guests to the hall.

    "The housekeeper, the cook, the servant, the gardener, the security guard... He is the only one who lives there, but there are so many people serving at home. And it's just a temporary residence, decorated so magnificently, There is actually a whole wall of tropical fish at home. The He family is really rich."

    Wen Long looked at the villa without a trace, calculating the price of every piece of decoration and every oil painting.

    Although he was Xie Jiu's adopted son for several years, he didn't get much, and Xie Jiu was not a person who likes extravagance, so Wen Long walked into this place full of 'He Chengjue's aesthetics' The villa will make such a sigh.

    He Chengjue's aesthetic is like this, to be extravagant, to be magnificent, and not to care about the price.

    After going abroad, Wen Long, whose ambitions have awakened, is ready to move. He feels that he used to be a fool, chasing a liar, but missing an orb.

    He analyzed the character of 'He Tiantong' in his heart, thinking about how to get everything for him.

    The naive young lady and young master are always easily captured by the scheming people at the bottom - recent movies and novels always promote this strange idea, and Wen Long got inspiration from it.

    Let's not mention Xie Jiu's heirs, the He family's property alone is already an amount that ordinary people can't earn back in their lifetime.

    Suddenly there was movement from upstairs, Wen Long looked up and saw An Yinong in a gray woolen sweater and a pair of jeans coming downstairs.

    I haven't seen him for a long time, he seems to look better than (Wen Long) remembered, the childishness on his body dissipated, his face became more refined, and his temperament also changed to a gentle and handsome adult.

    It was as if she had changed from a child to an adult.

    Wen Long's heart pounded, watching him walk down from the 'castle' and come to him.

    "Long time no see." An Yinong walked to the hall and sat down, "How did Mr. Wen know I was here?"

    Wen Long looked at the pair of slender legs wrapped in jeans. He hadn't seen him for a year, and 'He Tiantong' had grown a lot taller, and when he wasn't smiling, he looked like an adult.

    Not many people know An Yinong's address. Of course, Wen Long couldn't say that he came from Zhang Ming, thinking with his knees, Zhang Ming planned to kidnap and sell him, and the two of them had an unending hatred.

    So Wen Long said, "I asked about it from a friend. It's really shameful to say it, and I've been thinking about us when I'm abroad."

    "You deceived me?" An Yinong gave a precise definition of 'our business' with a half-smile.

    "There may be a misunderstanding between us."

    Wen Long wanted to explain, but Granny Lian came with a teapot, interrupting his mood. A teapot with fragrant jujube tea and a few clean glass teacups were placed on the table. Granny Lian turned over two of the glass teacups and filled them 70% full.

    "Thank you, mother-in-law." An Yinong and mother-in-law Lian thanked him. He picked up one of the cups and rubbed them on his lips. The temperature was just right.

    An Yinong's eyelids were half drooping and he drank tea silently. Although he didn't say anything, the air was full of hints of 'please don't speak, be quiet', Wen Long couldn't find a suitable opportunity to speak, so he had to pick up the tea bowl.

    The red date tea is sweet and delicious, but Wen Long has no intention to appreciate it, he has been practicing the planned speech in his heart.

    Whether Aynon asked him 'where did he go' or 'unforgivable', he could use this as a starting point to carry out his own plans.

    "Tiantong, I..."

    Looking at Wen Long's hesitant expression, An Yinong's nerve called '100% passive reception task' was directly touched.

    He rushes to the other side and says, "I forgive you, but don't communicate more in the future."

    Wen Long held the warm tea cup, his face became astringent for a moment. He remembered the picture of this young master with red eyes (?) saying, 'I treat you as a friend, and you treat me as a business', and compared with the indifference now, there is a sense of anxiety that everything is out of control.

    If he was angry, things might be better. But now such an indifferent and polite attitude is more like 'letting go', which is the worst case.

    "I heard there are guests at home?"

    An Yinong raised his head, he still had a teacup in his hand, and he didn't say anything, but there was a smile on his face, and the smile spread into his eyes, you could see how happy he was.

    This attitude difference is so stark, with an obvious 'preference'.

    Wen Long's confidence was swept away by such 'preference', and he wanted to know who would make this young master happy by showing his face. He turned his head, and the moment he saw the person coming, his expression froze on his face.

    "Why is he here?" Wen Long squeezed the fabric of his trousers at his knees in panic.

    Standing at the door is Xie Jiu, wearing a black cashmere coat, a houndstooth scarf, and a leaf on his shoulders, which is dusty.

    He walked in, handed off the scarf and gloves to the servants, and turned to An Yinong: "Why did you come down without a coat? There is no air conditioner downstairs."

    "There are guests at home, so I came down in a hurry. Does Uncle Jiu drink red jujube tea? Isn't it very sweet."

    "Coax me again?" Xie Jiu sat down with a smile.

    "It's real this time, it's not sweet at all." An Yinong poured him a glass, "You can taste it."

     Wen Long's body was stiff, watching them talk and interact like no one else, even without physical contact, only a few eye contact, but you can see how close they are.

    It was also the first time that he knew that Xie Jiu could laugh and cared about people wearing coats.

    Why did Xie Jiu appear here, by chance, or on purpose?

      Or Xie Jiu, who was drinking tea, felt that he was drinking a cup of honey water.

    He took a sip of 'honey water', took another sip, and put it down: "There is a new half-cooked cheesecake in the store, I wanted to invite Tiantong to try it..."

    "Really?" An Yinong's eyes lit up, "I'll change clothes later and go together."

     Wen Long's fingers tightened, the tea bowl slipped from his hand, and the tea splashed. An Yinong finally turned his eyes back, the smile was still there, but not: "Is Mr. Wen all right? Did you get burned?"

    "No, do you have an appointment at night in Tiantong? I'll leave right away." Wen Long used retreat as advance, and he looked at his adoptive father from the corner of his eye.

    If it is someone else, seeing Wen Long say this, even out of politeness, he will keep one or two, and even invite him to dinner. But An Yinong heard it and just nodded.

    "Walk slowly, I won't send it."

    That's it?

    Wen Long's superficial skills are not at home, and he is stunned. On the other hand, Xie Jiu raised his mouth, reached out and picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of red jujube tea.

    "Good tea."