When the driver drove Jiang Yan home, Jiang Yan sat in the back seat, touched his troubled belly, and sighed.

He really didn't understand why Jingshi, as an artist with a lot of traffic, could be so idle? Does he not have to work?

After experiencing Jiang Peiliang's beauty critical hit last night, Jiang Yan's aesthetic limit was forced to rise a little bit. Now, seeing the little stubble that was full of scenery and thought it was very manly, I felt a smell of oil coming to my face.

Just now, his anxious and naughty look scared the little assistant.

"Young Master," the driver was gossiping again: "What's wrong? He sighed."

Although he couldn't see it, Jiang Yan respected middle-aged and elderly people quite well. He replied: "What's going on at work."

The driver asked in detail: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Li." Jiang Yan raised a paradox deeply: "If you see a person who is annoyed and wants him not to come, the only way to do it is to give him more work, but he thinks it is too cheap to give him a job, what should I do?"

The driver thought for a while before slowly saying, "Young Master said, it's not Mr. Jing."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Why did he know that he had broken up with Jingshi today, and he even broke up twice?

"So it turns out that you informed my dad." Jiang Yan said confidently: "I'm just surprised. It's okay if I know whether I have gone to the company or not. Why do he know what I do in the company?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yan shot a fake shot, the driver was careless and stopped talking and whistled in front of him.

Jiang Yan: "Uncle Li, don't pretend you didn't hear it."

"Young Master." The driver looked straight ahead and drove very seriously. After saying that, he immediately kept silent: "You can't talk while driving, you will be deducted points."

Jiang Yan: "?"

This little old man usually has fewer people in front of him? Now he tells him that he will lose points? Good guy, this is really a fair match. The first time I have seen someone thicker than him.

The car was driving smoothly, and when Jiang Yan was a little drowsy behind, the driver spoke again in front, and this time he spoke very seriously: "Young Master, why don't you terminate the contract?"

Jiang Yan's dizzy head reacted for two seconds before he realized that he was probably not referring to the artist contract, but the privately-determined maintenance contract.

When Jingshi's parents had an accident and were unable to repay the medical expenses, the original owner asked him to set up a support contract.

"We have seen it all over the years." The driver coughed twice, as if he was a little uncomfortable with such serious words: "He will only make you unhappy."

Jiang Yan laughed.

It seems that the original owner doesn't know that the people at home are still very concerned about him.

Jiang Yan thought about it for a while, and finally said deeply in an unknown way: "Uncle Li, I have my reasons."

Being mysterious and making things more obvious is a must-have skill for the president!

The driver paused: "You don't want me to ask you what the reason is, right? I won't ask."

Jiang Yan: "..."

This old man really hates it.

There was nothing to say along the way. When Uncle Li sent him back to Jiang's house, dinner time had passed. There were a wide variety of dishes on the table, and there were five people sitting on the table, talking in a low voice.

Wow, it's all.

Jiang Yan sneaked in quietly, and as soon as he entered, he met Jiang Peiliang next to Jiang's father.

Jiang Peiliang didn't say anything, but just raised his chin slightly to him.

Under the crystal lamp, light flashed, hitting his deep face, and his dense eyelashes could even print a shadow.

As a natural gay guy, Jiang Yan was seen by his elder brother again, and he must admit this.

I don’t know how the Jiang family’s genes were selected. He doesn’t count this fake, and the rest of the family are also very good, but they still can’t compare with Jiang Peiliang.

Big brother, eternal god!

"Xiaoyan." Jiang's mother looked at him with sharp eyes again, then she pulled out another emotionless but very beautiful smile: "I'm back, come and have a meal."

Jiang's father coughed twice with great majesty, and Jiang Miao rolled his eyes again, but Brother Jiang still silently did not look up.

Jiang Yan went to wash his hands before sitting down.

He actually doesn't have a lot of appetite, after all, he doesn't feel very comfortable, but he has to swipe a face card to show that he is really good.

During the quiet meal, Jiang's father coughed again and put down the tableware. Then, everyone put down the tableware together.

Anyone who understands it understands it, and it is obviously time for the usual father-inquiry session again.

The first object this time should be Jiang Peiliang in order, but Jiang's father looked at his eldest son's handsome face with no expressions and held it in for a long time, and finally said lightly: "Continue to work hard."

Jiang Peiliang nodded and showed off.

Compared with Jiang’s father and Jiang Erge, they have much more words, but they involve financial theory and mathematical model. Jiang Yan, a pure liberal arts student, was completely blinded and almost fell asleep as he listened.

Jiang Peiliang looked at the black head that thought he was hidden at the end of the long table, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Xiaoyan." After a while, Jiang's father shouted in a deep voice.

Jiang Yan immediately woke up and replied repeatedly: "Here, I'm here."

Father Jiang looked at him with a serious expression and said nothing.

Jiang Yan was a little panicked by this majestic gaze. He thought that Uncle Li would not be able to tell the fact that he teased his assistant so quickly (not subjectively and intentionally) to Jiang's father. He immediately said suspiciously: "Dad?"

"I heard from your Uncle Li that you are going to work today." Jiang's father's words were still half-believing and half-doubted: "Is there any difficulty?"

He knew that his son was naughty and had too much fun. He was still very willful in his twenties. After repeated instruction, he became cold. Anyway, his family was a big business, so he couldn't afford to raise a rice worm.

Although Uncle Li said so, Jiang's father still doubted his change of nature.

As soon as he talked about this, Jiang Yan was excited and he quickly said, "Of course not."

How could the boss encounter difficulties when he opens a company?

"Xiaoyan, if you have any difficulties, you can just say it." Jiang's mother smiled and said, "Although the financial report shows that your small company has suffered more and more losses in recent years, as long as you work hard, there is still room for recovery."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Strangely, he didn't cook tea, how could he smell a strong smell of tea?

After all, what she said was the truth, and Jiang Yan had no way to refute it, so he had to bow his head and say obediently: "I will work hard."

Jiang Miao sat opposite him, laughed and said without hesitation: "Is it the kind of job that needs to change clothes?"

"What?" Jiang Yan didn't react for a moment.

"The clothes I wore out in the morning are the same as the clothes I have now, but I can still see the difference." Jiang Miao grinned maliciously, revealing a sharp tiger teeth: "You are going to work, what are you doing when changing clothes?"

Her words were like an old meaning. Jiang Yan didn't think too much and explained directly: "It was my assistant who accidentally fell down and threw the thing on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expressions suddenly became subtle.

After all, when the office, assistant, fall down, throw something, these words are connected, and they are immediately filled with a strong and long-standing literary atmosphere of domineering generals.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Made, if you make a mistake, it's better not to explain.

"Okay." Jiang Peiliang's eyes turned around, with no emotion in his tone, and he said lightly: "Hurry up and have a meal."

Jiang Yan shut up and did not forget to take the opportunity to hand over a grateful look to the good brother of China.

Jiang Peiliang didn't look at him and turned his gaze away.

It was a rare weekend when everyone was there, and it was also rare for Jiang Peiliang to rest. Tonight, Jiang's father did not go to bed early, but instead sat in the hall on the first floor with a deep face and played Go with his eldest son.

Jiang's mother and Jiang Miao sat together and talked about some topics. Brother Jiang was doing the same thing and was silently flipping through his newspapers. Jiang Yan was definitely not here on such occasions on weekdays.

"Xiaoyan, you have really grown up." Jiang's father stroked his chin with some relief and said with a blush on his face: "You are so sensible!"

Jiang Yan was a little embarrassed when he was praised: "Where is there, there is no."

Jiang Peiliang, who looked cold on the other side: "..."

He didn't want to play chess with his father, a famous chess player. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yan just gave him tea and water at the beginning. As he delivered, he squeezed to the side and began to point fingers at the chess game.

He pointed, Jiang's father regretted one; when he clicked, Jiang's father regretted several steps, and it could be said that he had no experience in playing chess.

Jiang Peiliang looked at Jiang's father with a smile and regretted another move, and said coldly: "Why don't I remember you can play Go."

"Brother, we still have too little time together." Jiang Yan said lies with his eyes open and said timidly: "Actually, I know a lot of other things."

Jiang's father almost regretted it for an hour, and finally won his eldest son for a long time. He was very happy.

Jiang Yan was very insightful and began to serve tea and water again.

The indoor temperature is suitable, and everyone is wearing only a thin layer of clothes. Jiang Peiliang sat quietly on the chair. Starting from his shoulders, the lines are smooth and graceful, but they are tightened sharply on his waist, and the muscles on his abdomen appear faintly.

He lowered his head, his face as handsome and profound as a knife and axe.

Jiang Yan secretly glanced at the cheapest brother, greedy for his body, but did not dare to look directly, so he brought the eldest brother a cappuccino.

Jiang Peiliang: "I won't drink."

Jiang Yan: "Oh..."

He took a small step to take the cappuccino away, sat behind his elder brother, and was very happy to drink.

Jiang's father won the chess and was in a good mood. He said something to Jiang's mother. The topic went back to Jiang Yan, the youngest son.
To be continued...