Chapter 120: Rogue Tyrant 02

Different from the quiet and low-key of the Shen family, the Xing family mansion is located in the well-known wealthy area of ​​Lincheng, which claims to be a real gathering place for the upper class.
Xing Yan scoffed at this.
It is true that you may not be able to move in with money, but there is no problem with a lot of money.
He carried the small wooden box and walked slowly through the door. He saw two elderly people sitting in the living room, one with his left and right hands playing chess, and the other making tea next to him.
Seeing this scene, Xing Yan hissed like a toothache.
Arty, forcibly pretending to be a cultural person, as if it were not the parents who had chased him a few blocks with a club when he was young.
The Xing family was three generations up, and he was still the big brother of the peasant who was eating in the ground. When he came to Xing Yan's father, there were too many children in the family, and he couldn't feed the land enough, so he went out to seek a living when he was a teenager.
I've done everything, and I've been in my twenties. When I met a little opportunity, I first became a small team leader on the construction site, and then became a small foreman and then a large foreman. This was considered to be developed.
Xing’s industry involved construction, minerals, and chemical engineering. Later, when Xing Yan came to Xing Yan’s hands, young people’s brains were more flexible than the older generation, and they kept their roots in the family. They also entered more popular entertainment, catering, and daily chemicals.
Others didn't look right, but their eyes were accurate, and they were never ambiguous in their shots. The family business was like this snowball.
Those old-fashioned rich and wealthy people look down upon them as nouveau riche, but they can't stand the wealth of people, their waists are thick, and they all have gold content. The so-called gateway to upper-class society, whether they like it or not, has opened the door to the Xing family.
It is said that the economic foundation determines the superstructure, and after material needs are met, people will naturally begin to chase spiritual identity and enjoyment.
After seeing a rich and meaningful cultural person, Xingfu Xingmu started to approach them with every move.
What made Xing Yan dissatisfied most was that they approached as soon as they approached, and they had to force him to approach together. Xingfu even ran to an old gentleman and asked someone to change his name. The old man said that the word "Xing Peng" was too heavy to kill, and he had to take an inclusive name for complementing Yin and Yang, so he changed him from Xing Peng to Xing Yan.
In this regard, Xing Peng when he was a teenager-no, Xing Yan was very unhappy. He was still innocent at that time, unhappy because his parents changed his name without his permission.
Now that I think about it, I’m still a little unhappy, because the word Peng is so good, Peng, Da Niao Ye immediately highlighted his strengths; what about Yan? It sounds soft, not masculine at all.
"Mister is back." Seeing him enter the door, the babysitter immediately greeted him and took the coat from his hand.
This is another point that Xing Yan wanted to complain about. After his father wanted to be elegant, he would not let the family nanny call him the old Xing Xiao Xing, he had to call the old man, Xing Yan.
He was outside, and people called him Mr. Xing, which was a courtesy of the scene. When he returned home, he had to be called by his husband. He was not born a day earlier than anyone in this family!
When the criminal mother heard the movement, she raised her head and smiled peacefully, "Xiao Yan is back."
Despite the slander in his heart, Xing Yan walked over honestly, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."
Xingfu focused on the chessboard in his hand, only nodding his head unpredictably.
"Come on, try the tea that Mom made today. It's the first tea of ​​this year." Xingmu poured the tea from the teapot into the fair cup, and from the fair cup into the tea cup. After pouring it twice, she brought it to Xing Yan. , There is only a cup as small as a vinegar saucer.
He squeezed the tasting cup, controlled his strength, so as not to accidentally crush it, raised his head and poured the tea into his mouth.
Well, just enough to moisturize the mouth, not much at all.
The criminal mother looked at him with restraint and expectation.
Xing Yan knew that this was waiting for him to boast. He frowned and searched his stomach and said with great difficulty: "Good tea..."
The criminal mother nodded, still looking at him.
So he had to say again: "The tea soup is clear."
"anything else?"
"Fragrant and sweet."
"carry on."
"Hmm..." Xing Yan couldn't think of it anymore. The previous two sentences were memorized specifically to deal with the old mother. They were able to fool them in the past, but they didn't expect this time to be enough.
He thought and thought, thought and thought, and was a little thirsty after thinking about it, and couldn't help but say: "It's just a little bit less, don't quench my thirst, next time I change a big cup."
The criminal mother smiled, and looked down at the coffee table for nothing.
Xing Yan felt as if he saw the mallet flashing by, and his strong desire to survive made him quickly put the wooden box he brought back on the table, "Mom, look at what I found for you, imitating the Song official kiln fan Qing Xiaofang The pot was from the Chenghua reign of the Ming Dynasty. I showed it to Mr. Shen, and they said it was a good thing."
The criminal mother then raised her head, carefully picked up the small square pot and looked at it carefully, her affection was overwhelming, "You said Mr. Shen Keshen? Isn't it rude to visit?"
"No." Xing Yan said categorically.
"I heard that the rose flower in his house was planted by Mr. Shen for his wife, and their cultural people have sentiments." The criminal mother said, there was still a bit of yearning on her face.
The criminal father snorted beside him, "The sentiment can't be eaten."
The criminal mother glanced at him, "Affectionately drank enough water, how can a layman like you understand."
"I'm vulgar?!" Xingfu stared, "You have lived with me as a vulgar for a lifetime, and you haven't gone there elegantly!"
"Just to live with you for a lifetime, it makes me vulgar. If I married a literate person back then, maybe I also have a rose garden now!"
"You blame me for not planting you?"
"I didn't say that!"
"That's what you mean!"
The two of them quarreled with each other. Xing Yan looked at this and that. I couldn’t leave it alone. I had to clear my throat, "Dad, mom—"
"Shut up!" The two turned around and drank at the same time, and the guns were aimed at him immediately.
"It's not that you stinky boy doesn't get married, where's my daughter-in-law?! Where's my grandson?!" The criminal mother glared with arms akimbo.
"The old man next door screams in front of Lao Tzu and his grandsons every day. Why did Lao Tzu give birth to you such a bullshit? You can't even get a girl at an age!" The criminal father was angry.
"Yeah, you're still soaking in girls, it looks like the sword is not old?" The Xing mother suddenly turned the blade and faintly faced Old Xing.
"Which--I mean him!"
"Dare you say you didn't think about it?"
"You are making trouble without reason!"
"Dare you yell at me? Okay, you Xing Dashan, I don't know how to clean up you today, you don't know why the flowers are so red!"
Seeing that the battle escalated, Xing Yan didn't dare to persuade him this time. The two had already taken off their gentle clothes, and Lao Zi and Lao Niang yelled, indicating that the next step was the rhythm of sticks and washboards. He didn't want to be troubled by Chi Yu again.
He slipped out of the living room on tiptoes, looked back, and saw that his father's ears had been picked up by his mother, and he felt that this was the familiar formula.
May is the season of blooming flowers, the rose blooming in full bloom in the sinking house, the pomegranate in the corner is not willing to be lonely, and bright orange-red flowers bloom.
The durian flowers resemble fire and are extremely beautiful and extremely warm colors.
The old lady Shen got up and wanted to use pomegranate flower juice to make rouge. Jiang Rui volunteered to help. At this time, she was wearing a straw hat and holding a bamboo basket to pick pomegranate flowers.
She has been in this world for more than a month, so far she has only seen Xing Yan from a distance, and she is not worried at all.
Because the orchestra only ended its tour around the country before, she had a long vacation, and she practiced the violin on the balcony every day, watered the flowers, and talked with the two elders. She was very leisurely.
The pomegranate is a flower pomegranate. The tree is not high, so she did not move the ladder. After the bottom circle was picked, there were a few on the top but could not be picked. She was about to call Xu Ma to move a chair, but suddenly a hand stretched out behind her. , I pulled the flowers in a few clicks.
Jiang Rui turned around and raised his head again to see the full picture of this person.
Xing Yan obeyed the old father's will and came to the door to ask for the rose flowers produced by the Shen family. He didn't expect to see the beauty picking flowers.
Looking at the little beauty, he smiled gracefully and showed his big white teeth: "Miss Shen, we meet again."