After Chi Jiao and Na Yankun left the hotel, Na Yankun went to get the car and drove her to Yan Zhengchen’s manor.
He came to see Chi Jiao tonight to tell her that Shen Liao was back.
Shen Liao was a very strange person. He never used the phone.
Therefore, if Chi Jiao wanted to talk to him, she had to look for him.
It was a tranquil night at the manor.
The garden was filled with the fragrance of roasted meat.
Four men were sitting around the burning bonfire. Meat was being roasted over the fire, and the servants were helping to turn them over.
“Gu Xia, you should eat less meat.” Shen Liao looked at him with disdain. “Don’t make it seem like you haven’t eaten meat in 800 years.”
Gu Xia looked up and glanced at him with his big, round eyes. “Shen Liao, will it kill you to not poke your nose into other people’s business?”
Shen Liao narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a dangerous gaze. “I kindly reminded you out of concern, afraid that you might get fatty liver. Yet you still have such an attitude. Little shrimp, is your skin feeling itchy again?”
Gu Xia chuckled when he heard that and threw Shen Liao a sly, flirtatious look. “Come and hit me if you can!”
Looking at his despicable expression, the veins on Shen Liao’s forehead twitched. He then stood up and walked towards him speedily.
Gu Xia hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of mutton, stood up, and ran.
He wasn’t Shen Liao’s match.
He was always the one at a disadvantage whenever he fought with him, so he had to run.
“Stop right there!” Shen Liao shouted as he chased after him.
“Do you think I’m as dumb as you? Shen Liao is simple-minded, with all brawn and no brains!” Not only did Gu Xia not stop, he even scuttled faster like a rabbit.
Yan Zhengchen and Gong Lu sat side by side. They were both speechless as they watched Gu Xia and Shen Liao fight playfully.
For some reason, Gu Xia and Shen Liao were natural enemies.
The two of them had been fighting since they were young. Now that they were adults, they still fought like children.
Gong Lu picked up the wine glass in front of him and was about to take a sip to warm his body when a large hand with distinct fingers flashed past him, taking the wine glass away.
“You’ve drunk a lot.” Yan Zhengchen glanced at him.
Gong Lu blinked his sapphire eyes and turned to look at him. “Ah Chen, I think you should really find a wife.”
Yan Zhengchen raised his eyebrows. “You want me to have a wife so that I would supervise you less. Is that what you mean?”
Gong Lu was actually already a little drunk. His handsome face was slightly red, and his eyes were a little misty.
He smiled and nodded.
“You don’t have to worry about that.” Yan Zhengchen downed the red wine in his wine glass and placed it on the low table in front of him.
Gong Lu smiled gently and did not continue on this topic.
He and Yan Zhengchen grew up together as brothers, so he knew Yan Zhengchen’s temper.
If they continued to talk about topics that he did not want to discuss, it was very likely that he would become unhappy.
“White City is actually not bad.” Gong Lu casually leaned against Yan Zhengchen, his movements natural. “The air here is better than in Shang Jing.”
Yan Zhengchen looked at his slightly tipsy face with a darkening gaze.
“Don’t drink alcohol with outsiders in the future, okay?” Yan Zhengchen’s tone was deep.
This wasn’t the first time Gong Lu had heard this from him. He reached out to take off his glasses and pinched the space between his eyebrows. “Got it.”
Yan Zhengchen hummed in satisfaction. He then took the glasses from Gong Lu’s hand and helped him put them back on.
“Also, don’t take off your glasses so often in front of outsiders.”
Gong Lu closed his eyes and gave a faint sound of acknowledgment.