My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

Song Shu smiled slightly and said, "Is there a possibility that he is the cook of Zuixian Tower?"

Jiang Qingyu stood up suddenly and said with envy: "As expected of the young master of the Song family, he can even buy the cook from Zuixian Tower..."

The boss of Zui Xian Lou believes that wealth cannot be lascivious, poverty cannot be moved, and power cannot be surrendered.

She once heard that a rich man who only ate at Zuixian Tower wanted to buy the cook of Zuixian Tower, and offered tens of millions of spiritual stones and gold, but he failed to complete the deal.

Later, the rich man couldn't eat anything else, so he could only ask someone to go to Zuixian Tower to buy food every day, or go to Zuixian Tower to dine in person.

Some people specifically recommend that rich people buy a courtyard to live near Zuixian Tower, and then open a door directly to Zuixian Tower. It is equivalent to Zuixian Tower being a small kitchen that he pays for himself.

But the rich man is stubborn and refuses to do this. However, he suffers a lot from his subordinates, having to go back and forth seven or eight times a day between two o'clock and the first line. But because the wages are good, he can only live in pain and happiness, and make a fortune in silence.

When Song Shu saw Jiang Qing's envious expression, he just bit a handkerchief in his mouth, so he said generously: "If you want it, I'll give you one!"

Jiang Qing frowned, feeling that things were not that simple:... "Send it off?"

Song Shu smiled: "The Song family is not as good as the Luo family in terms of business. On the surface, there is only a weapon refining hall for making scrap iron. Only a few people know that Zuixian Tower is actually a property of the Song family. As a cook, I Young Master, I can still afford it."

Jiang Qingyu: (○Д○)

His mouth formed an "O" in shock.

On the other hand, my friends are all second-generation rich people, how can I break it!
"So, thank you?"

Song Shu smiled lightly, like a gentleman's orchid: "You're welcome."

Hey, you who prostituted for nothing, don’t take it for free, bring it back to the sect to honor your master, so that your master can taste delicious food from all over the world without leaving home!

"Knock-"

There was a knock at the door.

"Young Master, Miss Zhou invites you and two friends from afar to go to the alchemy room together."

"Okay, here we come."

Song Shu agreed, turned to Jiang Qingyu and Tang Yuan and said, "Let's go together?"

Jiang Qingyu nodded: "You lead the way!"

Song Shu's courtyard is very close to the alchemy room, only a small garden away.

There were many disciples lying around at the door of the alchemy room, and when they saw Song Shu, they all gave way and called for help.

"Young Master Song, how are you doing, Young Master Song!"

"Young Master Song, hello friends of Young Master Song!"

"Hello, Young Master Song!"

Jiang Qingyu followed Song Shu, nodding in response from time to time: "Hello, hello."

The disciples of Qingling Valley were so enthusiastic that meeting Song Shu was like meeting their own senior brother-in-law.

Tang Yuan walked behind Jiang Qingyu. He was not good at salary, so he nodded coldly from time to time. In addition, he had an extraordinary temperament, and a group of female disciples were fascinated by him.

Jiang Qingyu shook his head, alas, senior brother is a bitch, and he has attracted many young girls to him.

She didn't realize that some of the male disciples accidentally blushed when they looked at her.

At this age when love is just beginning, the colorful world is charming, and Jiang Qing's heart is as solid as a rock, unshakable.

There is no man in the heart, and the sword is a natural god!
Entering the alchemy master, Jiang Qing was afraid of the heat and leaned towards Tang Yuan because of the high temperature of the strange fire.

Tang Yuan is a ghost cultivator. Even if he is not a soul, his whole body will automatically emit a cool breath. In the steaming alchemy room, it is as cold as an iceberg.

Tang Yuan noticed that Jiang Qingyu was secretly poking at him. He was talking about trouble, but his spiritual power was silently running under his wide sleeves to drive away Jiang Qingyu's heat.

Tang Yuan was already cold due to a stubborn illness, so he didn't feel too hot here. "Ah Shu!" When Zhou Shuning saw Song Shu, she walked over and stood behind him, holding the wheelchair's pusher.

Song Shu's eyebrows curved: "Shu Ning."

The two stood in the corner of the outer room, biting their ears.

A gentle uncle who looked very similar to Song Shu walked up to Jiang Qingyu with a gentle and beautiful woman on his arm, "Little fish girl?"

The uncle's black hair is mixed with white hair, but his temperament is exactly the same as Song Shu's. He is Song Shu's parents.

"Yes, I have met my uncle and aunt." Jiang Qingyu returned with a salute.

Halfway through the ceremony, he was helped up by the beautiful woman: "No, no, it's your uncle and aunt who should thank you, girl."

Jiang Qing Yu Zi Lai Shu, when he was lifted up, he rolled his eyes and replied with a smile: "No need, Ashu Aning and I are friends, friends should help each other!"

She despised her tone in her heart, but she still shamelessly pretended to be a 17-year-old girl.

Song Shu's father, Song Lang, said loudly: "Thank you for Ashu's matter. If you need anything, just tell your uncle and aunt!"

"Yeah, if necessary, I will shamelessly come to you two~"

Song Shuniang raised her hand. When Jiang Qingyu saw this, she lowered her head. Song Shuniang smiled and rubbed her head.

Jiang Qingyu is already very good at rubbing her head. The master said that her hair is soft and the massage is good.

Without it, she is the only one familiar with you.

Song Shuniang put down her hands and looked at Jiang Qingyu: "What a wonderful girl, she looks like my daughter who ran away from home for many years."

"what?"

Seeing his wife acting like this, Song Lang had no choice but to explain: "We and I have only one child, Ah Shu. She has always wanted a daughter, but she couldn't. She had given up thinking about it. Today I met you, girl. She I’m afraid I’ve lost my heart again.”

It turned out to be the case.

Jiang Qingyu thought Song Shu had a younger sister, which was embarrassing, and she had already imagined a bitter love story in her mind.

Song Shu said at the right time: "I have always wanted a sister."

Song Shu's mother's eyes lit up, "Xiaoyu, why don't you accept me as your foster mother?"

"what?"

Jiang Qingyu blinked, looked at Tang Yuan, then at Song Shu and his father.

Tang Yuan: "It depends on what I do and you decide for yourself."

I heard from the elder brother that the little junior sister's native family was a mess. Seeing that Song Shu's parents were so careless, he should be able to make up for the lack of parental love in Xiaoyu.

Seeing that Jiang Qingyu didn't resist, Song Lang also decided to help: "Then take some time to visit Xiaoyu's parents' house?"

Song Shu's expression changed: "Father!"

Song Lang didn't know why: "Ashu, what's wrong?"

Song Shu was upset because he forgot to tell his parents that Xiaoyu was actually the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family in Beizhou, and that he had left the family. When Aheng and Zhizhou sent him the sound jade, he and Shu Ning were shocked for a long time before they digested the news.

He looked at Jiang Qingyu worriedly, fearing that her father's words would make her sad.

But Jiang Qingyu didn't. She smiled at Song Shu and said, "I have no father or mother, and I have left the family. I am not sad either. Don't worry about it."

Song Lang looked at this smile, as if he had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du.

Thinking of the incident caused by the return of the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family in Beizhou not long ago, Jiang Qingyu's smile had a hint of that rotten person, and Song Lang understood the twists and turns in it in an instant.

He looked at Jiang Qingyu with some distress. Jiang Liuyun had really ruined the Jiang family's reputation for generations.