Rebirth kicked the scumbag to farming

Chapter 77 Temptation and Compromise (2)
"Mrs. Yan, you just have to keep an eye on your President Yan, and don't mind my business." Yan Wenbei is getting angry, does Mrs. Yan have the right to criticize him?

"You." Madam Yan choked. If she hadn't been unable to control her husband, she wouldn't have the spare time to take care of her son.

"I will tell Mr. Rong personally about the matter of Yan Rong's family tomorrow, so you can take care of President Yan at ease!"

The next day, Yan Wenbei deliberately turned down all the work.He drove to the Millennium Pavilion, where old man Rong loved the sweet-scented osmanthus cake the most.

He rang the doorbell, and the nanny warmly welcomed him in. "The old man is drinking tea in the backyard. He is in a bad mood today, so be careful." Mrs. Zhang liked Yan Wenbei very much, so she reminded Yan Wenbei to pay attention in advance.

Yan Wenbei handed the snack box to Mrs. Zhang, and thanked her softly.

Mr. Rong likes to drink tea under the cherry tree in the backyard, so his son Rong Zhenqing built him a stone table with two stone benches facing each other.

The cherry blossoms have passed the season of blooming, and the branches are bare, lacking in beauty.

The old man under the tree was dressed in a black Tang suit, holding a teacup and looking up at the sky, Yan Wenbei sighed, Grandpa Rong must have thought of the grandfather who sacrificed to protect him back then.

"Wenbei, you're here." The old man put down his teacup, turned around, his eyes were full of love.

"Grandpa Rong." Yan Wenbei said with a smile, "I bought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you like, and Mrs. Zhang will give you the whole plate."

Mrs. Zhang put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table, and Grandpa Rong picked up a piece, broke it in half, and handed it to Yan Wenbei.

The old man Rong said: "That girl Rong Song came to me last night and cried and made a lot of noise..." Although the old man complained in his mouth, he was happy in his heart, no junior came to see him for a long time.

"Grandpa Rong, I..." The old man said, Yan Wenbei didn't know how to continue.

Grandpa Rong's eyes dimmed, and he said in frustration, "You have been engaged to Rong Song for many years, why don't you call me grandpa?"

Yan Wenbei's prepared words were like a balloon being punctured by the old man's awl.He was discouraged and said, "Grandpa Rong, Rong Song and I are not suitable..."

The old man immediately interrupted his words, "There is no such thing as suitable or inappropriate for people like us. Marrying a wife is just a transaction. We don't care how you like to play after marriage, as long as you don't go too far."

The old man's sharp eyes were like knives, piercing Yan Wenbei's shaky heart.The old man tempted again, "I guarantee that after the two of you get married, Rong Song will not interfere, but the next generation of the Yan family must be the blood of the Yan and Song families."

A child can liberate his life from shackles, which is a lucrative business.Yan Wenbei nodded, "Okay."

After Yan Wenbei left, Rong Song rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room. "Grandpa, how could you instigate Wen Bei to cheat after marriage?" Her eyes were red and swollen, and Mrs. Zhang stuffed the peeled egg into her hand in distress.

"The most important thing now is to get married. How to hold Wenbei in your hands after marriage depends on your ability." After saying these words, the old man was exhausted and closed his eyes to rest.

Rong Song obediently did not speak, and filially squeezed the old man's shoulders.

Yan Wenbei sat in the car and watched the people coming and going blankly. The powerlessness he felt when Yingyu passed away returned, and he had to succumb to reality.

"Sir, parking is not allowed here." The little traffic policeman who had been looking around for a long time finally handed over the first fine ticket in his working career.

Yan Wenbei drove out of the city. At this time, his longing for Yingyu was like sea water, flooding his body, and he wanted to see Yingyu very much.

The existence of Jiujiu made the ancient warriors move after hearing the news.Wenrou has put Jiujiu into the space, but there are still many ancient warriors who often hang around in the alley.For this reason, the third child hid elsewhere with his second wife.

The shops at the back are still open, but there are very few customers. It seems that everyone can smell the calm when the storm hits.

"Who spread the news?" Rou Rou was puzzled, when Jiu Jiu showed up, all the people present were acquaintances.

Xie Ningfeng's vacation ended early, and a large number of ancient warriors gathered in City B, posing a threat to the safety of City B.

"There are a lot of people in the military area, and I don't know who said it." Xie Ningfeng also regretted that he didn't warn those people with evil intentions.

Gentle and troubled, the ancient warriors came over looking for the mouse in the ditch, but they didn't do anything, otherwise the police would have solved it. "We'll just have to wait for them to act."

After Xie Ningfeng left, Rourou entered the space.When he first arrived in the space, Jiujiu was very new to everything in the space.It flies around in the black mist, or rolls fruit into its mouth with its mouth.But Rourou found that Jiujiu often walked around the well, as if he wanted to drink water.

A snow orchid needs to be watered every day, watching the water in the spiritual spring keep falling with tenderness and distress. Although the spirit spring will rise the next day, it can't keep up with the speed of the snow orchid consumption.

Therefore, before feeding Jiujiu to drink the spiritual spring, Ruan must ask whether Jiujiu will become Xuelan's second.

"Qingfeng, can Jiujiu drink the water from the spiritual spring?" Rourou asked.

Qingfeng rolled his eyes, "Actually, you want to ask Jiujiu if he will drink all the water, don't you?"

Nod gently.

"The aura of the space comes from the spiritual spring. The more aura there is, the black mist will dissipate." Qingfeng appeared across the sky and walked with his hands behind his back.

Jiujiu thought the villain was a plaything, so he flicked his tail, grabbed Qingfeng in front of him, and looked at him carefully.

Qingfeng was rarely angry with Jiujiu, and watched the development of the funeral gently and surprised.

As if treating an old friend, Qingfeng looked at him with nostalgic eyes, and stroked Jiujiu's head.

"You know Jiujiu's mother?" Rourou guessed.

Qingfeng lightly jumped out of Jiujiu's tail and landed on the ground, "Tiantang is hermaphrodite, what you see is both its mother and its father."

Rourou then asked, "How does Tianzhu mate and reproduce?" Could it be solved by himself?

Qingfeng didn't look at Wenrou with idiot eyes this time, and praised: "You are right. Tianchen produced offspring through body division. This is the reason why many races were extinct in ancient times, but Tianchen can still survive."

Gentle raised his head, will Jiujiu be like this in the future?

Jiujiu swooped down and then dashed up again, seeming to like this game very much.

"It's still young, and there's still a long way to go." In Qingfeng's words, she advised Rou Rou not to worry, "You can feed it some spiritual spring water, which will be good for it."

With Qingfeng's words, Jiujiu finally drank the spiritual spring water he was thinking about.

"Qingfeng, is Jiujiu helpful to Wuxiu?" The ancient martial artist peeped, Jiujiu must be very attractive.

Qingfeng smiled, "I guess they remembered that legend again. In ancient times, Tiantang's status was only lower than that of the dragon clan, and he was known as "Little White Dragon". That's how it attracted the jealousy of other races. It is said that they can ascend to immortality. For a while, Tiantang became the target of public criticism, and was rounded up by monks, and they took their blood to drink, and they could get the Dao."

(End of this chapter)