My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 214

Shang Yanzhou smiled nonchalantly: "For the sake of the little daughter-in-law not to go hungry, there is nothing I can do."

Wen Changlang: "..."

He really never misses a chance to play hooligans.

"Shang Yanzhou, you just maintain that gentle face in front of outsiders."

"That's an outsider, so it's not as good as an insider like you."

"roll!"

People and birds retreated outside the window, and a soft and melodious chuckle passed by, warming the chill of the city.

Due to the non-stop early autumn rain last night, the weather dropped suddenly. Wen Changlang was wearing a thick cotton coat, a felt hat, and his neck was curled up. He looked like an old man from the village. Stupid.

Looking at the gray sky, Wen Changlang sighed:

"It's autumn, it's so cold."

After sighing, he looked at Shang Yanzhou who was wearing a slender black coat, and then looked down at his earthy body, the unbalance in his heart became even more unbalanced:

"Master Governor, what kind of clothes are you wearing? It's pretty good. If you wear them on me, they will definitely look better."

Shang Yanzhou glanced at him teasingly, and said with a smile:

"Does that mean I look good now?"

"You are so beautiful, why do you dress so nicely, but I want to wear this big ragged cotton padded jacket, it would be embarrassing to my young master, no! I want to buy one that is exactly the same!"

Seeing his unreasonable and righteous appearance, Shang Yanzhou laughed immediately, and slapped him on the back of the forehead, and said with a smile:

"Okay, I'll buy it for you, but I can't buy it here. When I return to Shenzhen, I'll buy the same one for you."

Wen Changlang hummed, then turned his eyes slyly, and thought again:

"Then you switch with me now!"

Ok?

Shang Yanzhou's good-looking eyes squinted at his big gray cotton padded jacket twice, the smile on his face froze immediately, then he averted his gaze, did not reply, and remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, as soon as Wen Changlang got angry, he insisted on howling about the trivial matter of changing clothes for more than half an hour. Shang Yanzhou was so entangled that he couldn't help it, so he agreed.

Putting on the slim black coat smoothly, the smile on Wen Changlang's face was bright and cunning like a successful little fox.

The already monstrous facial features, coupled with the slim black long coat, complemented his slender figure. It did look like a romantic boy.

On the other hand, Shang Yanzhou, wearing Wen Changlang's big gray cotton padded coat, unexpectedly... has a special flavor.

Although the gentle smile was a bit forced, it added a noble temperament to the gray color. Although it was a bit bloated, it couldn't stop a good-looking face and a figure that was half a head taller than Wen Changlang. That big gray cotton padded jacket looked like no one else could afford to wear it.

It is indeed the first time for Shang Yanzhou to wear this kind of clothes. However, when he puts it on, the temperature belonging to the warm gallery is still retained. A warm and flamboyant temperature.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a nice place in our Wenjia Town."

"Ah."

The two walked side by side on the wet colorful stones, with the same pace, as if strolling in a leisurely garden, leisurely.

Perhaps it was because of the sudden cold weather that there were fewer people walking around in the alley. After Wen Fengmian was buried, after a rain wash, the sad breath dissipated, leaving only a lonely chill.

The Nine Ancestors are already eighty years old, and it is a happy funeral, which is a joy for them.