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But Wang Wanwan also knew his son very well, this kid couldn't calm down at all, Chu He left his mouth, he would go to Chu's house every other day to see if that kid Chu He came back.

It's not long since I came here, my kid shouldn't be unable to sit still, right?

Just when Wang Wanwan was thinking wildly, the potbellied butler next to him suddenly said, "Master, I just saw the young master pass by from below!"

"Huh? Where is it? You can't read it wrong, right?" Wang Wanwan immediately came to his senses and looked downstairs, but he didn't see anything.

"You should be right. Just now, I saw the young master and young master Chu He walking into an attic over there. I wanted to remind you, but you were discussing business at that time, so the old slave didn't bother you. "The butler said respectfully.

Wang Wanwan looked at the place pointed by the butler, and it was a loft that looked more luxurious.

He still didn't believe it. It's not that he didn't know his kid's consumption level. Wang Yingjun probably didn't have the spending power to come to this kind of place.

However, since it was proposed by the housekeeper, it was impossible for the housekeeper to deceive him after so many years, so Wang Wanwan decided to go and have a look. Anyway, there is nothing important now, and there is no loss in going to have a look.

Taking the butler down to the attic, Wang Wanwan walked towards the "Qunying Pavilion", and soon came to the door of the attic.

"Haha! Let me tell you, when I was in Yunyue Tower, I was hugging from left to right, and their old bustard didn't even dare to fart..."

"Young Master Chu, just blow it up, I don't know you yet..."

In the attic, two familiar voices came out, and Wang Wanwan instantly recognized that they were his fat son and that boy Chu He.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" The maid standing in front of the door acting as a guard asked respectfully as Wang Wanwan stood motionless in front of her.

"Uh, that, is this Wang Yingjun's attic?" Wang Wanwan asked directly.

"Ah, handsome young master is here." As the capital of Pingyang City, Wang Wanwan is naturally a distinguished guest in this pavilion, and his son Wang Yingjun knows quite a few people, so the maid did not hide anything.

"You little bastard!" Wang Wanwan directly motioned for the maid to go upstairs to call for someone, and then opened the door lightly.

The maid naturally knew about the relationship between Wang Wanwan and Wang Yingjun, and she couldn't take much care of the father and son's affairs, and both of them were distinguished guests of Yipin Pavilion, so they could only pretend that they didn't see it.

Wang Wanwan walked up the stairs quietly without making a sound.

In the attic, Wang Yingjun held the jug in one hand, and stuffed the pastry into his mouth with the other: "Young Master Chu, let me tell you, no one can really control me in our house! When my father is not at home, I am the head of the family, so at home, I am a man of one word..."

Chu He was also holding a wine glass, smiling while listening to Wang Yingjun bragging.

When the atmosphere was getting thick, Chu He suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure coming up the stairs from the corner of his eye, and felt a little strange in his heart. They probably didn't call the maid to come up, did they?

Chu He took a closer look, and was a little stunned. This plump figure and familiar face, isn't it Wang Yingjun's father, Wang Wanwan!

Wang Yingjun sat opposite Chu He, so his back was facing the stairs, so he didn't know that someone was coming up the stairs.

Although Chu He has the supernatural power of hearing and eyesight, but it also requires literary energy to activate. Normally, his five senses are not so perverted.

Looking at Wang Wanwan, who was full of anger, and Wang Yingjun, who was bragging so much, he felt that his brother might be a little bit bad.

Chu He was still very loyal, and quickly blinked at Wang Yingjun, signaling him to stop, but Wang Yingjun didn't understand his meaning at all.

"Young Master Chu, are your eyes uncomfortable? You don't know that when I was at home, my father..." Wang Yingjun still bragged with an expression of ignorance, exposing Wang Wanwan's dark history.

"Slap!" Chu He slapped himself on the forehead, this guy seemed hopeless.

In other words, if you expose your father's black history like this, you won't be abolished by Uncle Wang to practice the trumpet again, right?

"Hey, Young Master Chu, what's the matter with you? Let me tell you, my father is simply... the most handsome father in the world! He treats me very well, and cares about me all day long..."

Finally, under Chu He's almost crazy suggestion, Wang Yingjun realized that something was wrong, he looked into Chu He's eyes, and suddenly saw the reflection of Wang Wanwan in Chu He's eyes.

"Oh, it's over!" Wang Yingjun almost jumped up, who knows how long Wang Wanwan has been standing behind him.

However, Wang Yingjun still wanted to take a gamble, so he quickly changed his words, and began to praise Wang Wanwan sparingly, which made Chu He stunned.

"Crack!" Wang Wanwan slapped Wang Yingjun on the back of the head: "What are you talking about? Let me listen too!"

"Oh! Who! Yo, dad, why are you here? I was just talking about your legendary life with Young Master Chu..." Wang Yingjun looked surprised, seeing Chu He covering his eyes, and then This kind of acting skills, no one wants to be a group performer!

"Okay, if I hadn't come up early, I would have believed your nonsense!" Wang Wanwan gave Wang Yingjun a blank look, poured himself a glass, and sat down.

"It's over, this time I will go home without a smoke..." Wang Yingjun's heart trembled, knowing that he would suffer tonight.

"Nephew, why did you come back so soon?" Wang Wanwan ignored his son, looked at Chu He and smiled.

"Uncle Wang, didn't I go to the Youth Poetry Fair in Linjiang County to watch the excitement? No, I'll be back after the poetry fair is over." Chu He also laughed.

"Oh? Nephew, so this is going to participate in the poetry meeting? Did you get the ranking?" Wang Wanwan's eyes lit up.

"Oh, Uncle Wang, you don't know that I'm in Linjiang County, hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Confucian scholars and geniuses are everywhere in that place. I just went to make up the number of people. How can I get the ranking so easily!" Chu He said.

"That's right, come on, nephew, don't be discouraged, Uncle Wang believes that one day you will be able to excel in literature!" Wang Wanwan comforted Chu He.

"Haha, my nephew, I'll borrow Uncle Wang's blessing!" Chu He drank the glass of wine with a smile.

"By the way, nephew, do you know what young talents have appeared in our Linjiang County when you participate in the poetry meeting this time?" Wang Wanwan asked with a smile.