"Son?"

Yuan Changhuan raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man standing at the door, who was even more tiger-backed than Fang Cai.

And the arrogant butcher-like man stood behind the middle-aged man with an aggrieved face at this time, pointing at Yuan Changhuan, "Dad, it's her, bullying me." ”

"Idiot, being bullied by a little white face, what else can you do."

The middle-aged man slapped his son's head with a bear's paw.

Make a bang.

Loud noise.

Is this biological father and son?

Yuan Changhuan was skeptical.

But he looked at them coldly, "This is not your home, deal with housework, and deal with it when you go home." ”

The peach blossom eyes are indifferent, and there is a creepy temperament.

Father and son looked at each other.

The middle-aged man took the lead in sitting down and made a big move, "Say, how are you going to compensate my son." ”

"Dad, I don't want compensation, I want to call back!"

"Sit down, and speak for the Father."

"Yes......"

Yuan Changhuan held the teacup, still careless, "Compensation, it's your son who wants to compensate my son." ”

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man was blocked by Yuan Changhuan's words and looked at her inexplicably.

"Ben Gongzi is good at listening to music and chatting in this box, but unexpectedly, your son indiscriminately kicked in the door, scared Ben Gongzi, and laid the root of his illness for Ben Gongzi, and when he heard a little sound in the future, he felt that his heart was beating like thunder, should you pay for it?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's thoughtful face, Yuan Changhuan continued, "And your son, it's just a pain of flesh and skin, and now it's almost fine, this son's soul is injured, and the medicine stone is spiritless, do you have to be responsible for this son?" ”

The father and son were dumbfounded.

The man was about to slap the table again, Yuan Changhuan immediately covered his heart, his eyebrows furrowed, "It's over, my son's heart is beating again." ”

"You idiot!" The middle-aged man slapped his son, "Don't apologize to the son-in-law yet!" ”

"This son, don't worry, since it is my son's fault, our Qiu family will definitely bear this responsibility!"

"Merchant, letter also."

After that, the middle-aged man took out a sign from his sleeve and stuffed it into Yuan Changhuan's hand, "But if the prince needs help, our Qiu family will not shirk it." ”

"Until Childe's heartbreak heals."

……

After leaving the Green House.

Ying Qicheng looked at Yuan Changhuan with a stunned expression, "Little cousin, do you still have this kind of skill?" ”

Yuan Changhuan looked at him and replied lazily, "Pass the prize." ”

"You wander around this Qinglou casually, and if you beat someone, you can get help from the Qiu family, you ......"

The Qiu family, the second largest in Pingcheng.

Second only to the Feng family.

However, the Qiu family's main business is the Qinglou song brothel, gambling houses, money houses, market shops, etc., all of which are involved.

With the Feng family as the support, the Qiu family as the help, and the little cousin's entertainment workshop, he doesn't believe it if it doesn't bloom.

"Wandering around?" Yuan Changhuan squinted his eyes and chuckled, any coincidence in this world is just a person's calculations.

Of course, this scheming person is her.

originally got a big help, and Yuan Changhuan was still in a happy mood.

After all, it has been arranged for so long, and now I have to taste what I want, and I have no worries, just waiting for the entertainment square to open.

I didn't expect ......

As soon as I entered the door, I met Mrs. Xu.

Paper-tying people with great fanfare.

Looking at the paper figures that were almost piled up at the gate of Xingzhixuan Courtyard, Yuan Changhuan asked coldly, "What's going on?" ”