Chapter 117 Master Is So Bad

  The huge changes have also promoted the status of Langsheng. The eldest master is not a fake name, and Old Chen will bite his teeth and go on.

  Now society is not so easy to find a job, and Lao Chen's two sons also squandered on Lao Chen's wages.

  He has to do it!

  Sound noon. The sudden rise in temperature was scorching hot, and Xia Cicada was still screaming on the tree.

  The teenager on the sofa is leisurely watching TV cross-legged, two cans of iced Sprite on the tea machine, large and small snacks around, and air-conditioning fills a space. It's a treat on earth.

   "Sizzle".

  Langsheng bit open the packing bag, and Lao Chen also dragged his leaded leg back to the house.

  "Young Master." Old Chen's voice is weak, and he knows how to look at his eyes is the capital he has always been in the Yan family.

  The boy with chestnut hair didn't seem to hear it, and his right hand swept away the trash on the table.

  Suddenly, the clean white tiled floor is full of empty bags. Debris was spilled, and the oily food on it also spilled out.

  Old Chen was anxious, and shouted to the servant around him: "Go and sweep the floor! What a surprise!"

"no need."

  A voice is intercepted, loose and charming.

  Lang Sheng smiled coldly, his eyes lightly said: "I will let you pick it up."

who? him?

  Old Chen looked puzzled, the wrinkles on his entire face were tightly wrinkled, and he could not spit out a single punctuation mark even with his mouth closed.

  The trembling of the body that is angry and obeyed is the same as the heart attack that is about to be out of anger.

  The two roots of life stood in place, and Lang Sheng was bored. Sternly reminded: "The wind is in your ears? Old Chen, the salary is no longer needed?"

  No need for salary = You want to lose this job.

   "..." Old Chen swallowed his breath and frightened the servant next to him.

  As usual, this old man will definitely say something to the weak young master!

   "Old Chen, are you sick?" the servant asked out of concern.

  Langsheng smiled, waiting for Old Chen's answer.

  "Shut up! How could I be sick! You are sick! You are sick!" Old Chen flushed his eyes angrily and yelled.

  The servant dare not say anything, Lang Sheng does not embarrass him, let him do other things.

  Lang Sheng raised his hand, and his slender finger hooked: "Come here."

  Although it is a men's clothing, but the enchantment in the bones is hot and live like a fairy.

  Old Chen half-feared, half-fascinated, and his uncontrolled body walked towards the beautiful boy on the sofa.

   There was a huge "plop", but Old Chen's face was wiped out.

  Because after taking care of a yard, I stood and squatted all morning, and my legs were limp. Being able to stand still depends on perseverance. With such a move, he falls uncontrollably.

   "Hey, my dad doesn't have this treatment." Lang Sheng's cynic voice sounded from the top of Old Chen's head, like a devil's voice lingering in his ears.

  Old Chen's face blushed, and his old eyes filled with tears: "Master, I have to live alone with two prodigal sons. I beg you not to fire me."

  The face that can't see the joy and anger has the slightest playfulness.

   "I said to fire you? Don't worry, you will not be fired. I will ask my dad to die without firing you."

  Old Chen was overjoyed, and at the same time his heart couldn't help but shiver.

  The next second, the beautiful boy spoke again: "I am not the Virgin, no, I am not the Holy Father. I can't let you live well, because you played tricks on me like this when you were a kid!"

  Lang Sheng's tone was brisk and he got up flexibly. He gave him a look and looked at the garbage on the ground, the meaning was very obvious.

  This...this demon! A demon with the face of an angel! Old Chen stared at the tall young man in horror.

  The teenager evoked a smile, with the sun set against the background, and the fascinated little girl stubbornly.

  (End of this chapter)