When the live broadcast of Kuaichuan is in progress

Chapter 334 Wei Jie Wants to Live Long (36)
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The young master didn't call him back, and Mr. Wei seemed to have forgotten that he was the young master's subordinate, and never mentioned this matter.

In this way, he stayed by Mr. Wei's side.

The subordinates who came with him have been completely integrated with Mr. Wei's soldiers.

Uh……

Does he count as one servant serving two masters?

"Yes, envoy please."

……

……

If you walk too wavy, your waist will flash: I haven't seen you for so many years, Miss Ben almost forgot about this cute couple.

Lang Jiujiu: Didn't you say that brotherhood is deep?Now meeting will dry wood meet fire, and then get out of hand.

Yu Sheng Gu Liang: It's not that he poured cold water upstairs, Wang Jiulang is a kind-hearted person, and the host is even more cold-hearted and selfish, so what you imagined probably won't happen.

Jackals and female cats: I always feel that Wang Jiulang has always been generous. He used to use food, gold, silver, jewelry, and wars. Now that he has not seen him for several years, he directly won the position of a prince.You are the same as a man, but you are unique.

Yu Sheng Gu Liang: But, is the Pearl Hou conferred by the Holy Majesty serious?Isn't this the title that the princess has always had?
Dimly lit place: Good luck Zhong Shenxiu, but why is Wang Jiulang still single?

I have spicy sticks to follow: anchor, have you really never had the slightest fluctuation?
Beicheng Nansheng: Am I the only one who wonders what Wang Jiulang can do as a broadcaster?

Pearl...

Wang Jiulang would never tell Wei Jie that Mingzhu's title was drawn up by him himself.

The pearl of the Wei family is also his unique pearl.

Shengge silently watched the glass bastards in the live broadcast room making fun of each other.

fluctuation……

More than three years is enough to silence all the fluctuations.

Indeed, she is a cold and selfish person in her bones, which cannot be refuted.

Wang Jiulang slowed down, and gradually became walking side by side with Shengge.

Dressed in an official uniform, the unsmiling Wang Jiulang was far from the gentle and elegant person in Shengge's memory.

In front of her, Wang Jiulang always smiled like a spring breeze.

Shengge didn't know whether to call Wang Jiulang's cousin or the envoy.

Shengge sent Wang Jiulang to the gate of the courtyard and left in a hurry.

Even if Wang Jiulang was going to a banquet, he had to take a bath and change clothes first.

"Wei Jie, you are still happy."

Wang Jiulang looked at the back of Sheng Ge who was running away, and murmured softly.

Whether he came here was right or wrong.

……

Shengge was made a feudal lord, and the city was her legitimate territory, which was a great joy.

There are lights and festoons everywhere in the small town, which is very lively.

The reception banquet was held in the city lord's mansion. When Wang Jiulang went to the banquet, he changed from his official uniform to the brocade robe that Sheng Ge remembered.

Some people are born with Zhilan Yushu.

The toasts are intertwined, the sound of silk and bamboo is chaotic, and there is peace and joy everywhere.

Wang Jiulang looked at Wei Jie, who was admired and respected by everyone, with a smile on his face.

The weak and sick young man back then had really come to this step.

Even without his help, Wei Jie's position in the small town cannot be shaken.

After taking a sip of strong wine, Wang Jiulang actually felt a strong burning sensation.

I haven't seen you for more than three years...

His study room is full of portraits of Wei Jie, some pretending to be cold, some soft and cute, even cunning and thick-skinned.

He was a little unclear whether he was more attracted to Wei Jie, or more obsessed with love.

Wang Jiulang poured wine one cup after another, gradually, the scene in front of him became a little trance.

"Wei Jie..."

Wang Jiulang held the jug and wine glass in his hand, trying to control his staggering steps, and walked towards Shengge with a smirk on his face.

A face that yearns day and night.

"Wei Jie, why are you getting thinner?"

After drinking for three rounds, most of the guests attending the banquet were slightly drunk, and did not notice Wang Jiulang's gaffe.

The Wei family and the Wang family are related by marriage, so it's only natural that they be kinder.

On the contrary, Wang Chu blinked, and his heart became clearer.

Why is his young master so cowardly.

Alcoholic and cowardly...

It's rare for the young master to have this opportunity, and he can't let others ruin it.

"Young master, the young master may have something to say to you, why don't you go out with the young master to blow some air and sober up."

"After drinking for three rounds, it's not rude for you to leave."

Wang Chu felt that there must be only one subordinate who is as dedicated as he is.

Shengge wanted to refuse subconsciously, but Wang Jiulang held Shengge's wrist stubbornly and looked at Shengge childishly.

As for the wine glass in Wang Jiulang's hand, it fell to the ground long ago.

No matter how good the wine glass is, can it be as comfortable as Wei Jie's arm?

Forget it, if Langya Wang Jiulang loses his composure in front of everyone, it may damage the dignity of the Langya Wang family.

Wang Jiulang is such a face-saving person, she should be more obedient.

There's no reason to talk to someone who's drunk.

After a few exhortations, Wang Jiulang left here holding her wrist.

Unlike the banquet where the cups and plates were messed up, Wang Jiulang took her all the way to the most secluded place in the City Lord's Mansion.

Sitting on the steps, Wang Jiulang was still holding Shengge's arm.

"Wei Jie, you've lost weight..."

"Wei Jie, why are you so cold..."

Wang Jiulang is like a child who has discovered a novelty toy, his eyes are shining brightly, filling the entire starry sky.

"Wei Jie..."

Wang Jiulang was chattering, as if he wanted to finish what he had been delaying for more than three years overnight.

"Wei Jie, I kind of miss the beginning."

Even if he was drunk, Wang Jiulang tried his best to restrain himself without any overstepping.

The most excessive thing was probably still holding Shengge's wrist.

"Wei Jie, why can't you write me one more letter."

As long as there is one more letter, he will definitely guard Wei Jie regardless of his cheekiness.

It's a pity that he didn't reply back then, and Wei Jie never wrote to him again.

Shengge listened to Wang Jiulang's chatter quietly, and let Wang Jiulang hold her wrist.

The drunk Wang Jiulang is no longer dignified and majestic, but like a wronged child, eager to get the attention of others.

"Wei Jie, who are you?"

Wang Jiulang reached out to caress Sheng Ge's cheek, but Sheng Ge gently avoided it.

"Ah……"

A small self-deprecating sound.

Wang Jiulang leaned his head on Shengge's shoulder and remained silent.

Shengge only felt a little wet on his shoulders, and then it dried slowly.

The night is getting dark...

Shengge didn't move either, and let Wang Jiulang fall asleep leaning on her shoulder.

It was dawn, and Shengge picked up Wang Jiulang and walked towards the small courtyard.

Princess hug……

Wang Jiulang had been hugged by the princess twice before, and she should only have this chance.

Shengge put Wang Jiulang on the bed, was silent for a moment, then turned to leave.

"Meow……"

The soft meowing of cats seemed like tentacles, bringing back memories of many years ago.

That Wang Jiulang who meowed like a cat in order to make her willingly eat vegetarian dishes.

Wang Jiulang still closed his eyes, trying to remember in the last way.

(End of this chapter)