He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Jia Youcai's resentful look practically screamed, "You little rascal, you've been secretly making a fortune behind my back!"

Standing in the villa's courtyard, Yang Guang looked at Jia Youcai and Chu Sheng's shocked faces and couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

"What are you looking at?"

"I didn't buy this house."

"He's one of my clients."

"They don't usually live here, but they gave me the keys so I can come and stay here from time to time and bring some life to the house."

Upon hearing this...

Jia Youcai was taken aback at first, then let out a long breath.

The shock on that seventy-something-year-old face instantly turned into relief.

There was even a hint of undisguised relief in his voice.

He patted his chest and muttered, "Thank goodness."

"As long as you didn't buy it."

"I knew it!"

"You scared this old man so much he almost had to get a stent implanted."

Yang Guang's face instantly darkened.

He turned and stared intently at Jia Youcai, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

That old bastard!

Are you trying to mock me for being poor?

Yang Guang took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to punch Jia Youcai's wrinkled face.

Just you wait, you old fool!

Once I've made enough money, I'll definitely buy a villa even bigger than this!

Then I'll be waving the key in front of you every day!

It'll shake you until you cry!

I'll shake you until you kneel down and call me daddy!

However, Jia Youcai completely ignored Yang Guang's fiery gaze.

When Lao Deng heard that the house wasn't bought by Yang Guang, he became incredibly unrestrained.

He strode straight into the villa gate with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize anyone.

As he walked, he kept looking around and muttering to himself, "Wow, these paving stones are laid really well."

"Is there a rockery in this yard?"

"Hey bro, how many bedrooms does this villa have?"

Before Yang Guang could answer, Jia Youcai had already plunged into a room on the first floor.

Followed by.

Jia Youcai's head, which was over seventy years old, peeked out from behind the door frame again, grinning like a chrysanthemum.

"brother!"

"Keep this driver's cabin for me!"

"This bed is so soft, much more comfortable than the back seat of my old man's place!"

Yang Guang's lips twitched.

Your pink electric scooter has a top speed of 30 km/h, do you even deserve to be called a driver?

Chu Sheng, standing next to him, was not to be outdone.

The 250-pound fat monk ran straight up the stairs to the second floor.

The mountain of flesh climbed shakily upwards, each step making the stairs creak and groan.

Chu Sheng ran up to the second floor, walked around, and then came down, immediately eyeing the nanny's room.

"Brother Guang!"

"There's a maid's room upstairs; I won't stand on ceremony!"

Chu Sheng patted his large belly, his face full of self-righteousness: "The nanny's room is great, it's close to the kitchen!"

"If you get hungry in the middle of the night, you can go downstairs for a snack!"

"Amitabha Buddha, may Buddha protect us!"

Yang Guang stood in the first-floor living room, his face as black as the bottom of a pot: "Can't you two have any self-respect?"

"One lives in the driver's room, and the other lives in the nanny's room."

"With your limited perspective, you're only fit to sleep in places like this for the rest of your lives!"

Jia Youcai rolled around in the driver's cabin, clutching his blanket, and said without turning his head, "What kind of talk is that?"

"I call this being pragmatic!"

"What's the point of living in the best place?"

"It's not even mine!"

"The driver's cabin is quite nice!"

"The main gate is right outside. If something happens in the middle of the night, I can just run away!"

Safety first!

Chu Sheng, upstairs, chimed in, "That's right!"

"This humble monk also thinks the maid's room is quite nice; the refrigerator is right next to it, it makes me feel so safe!"

Yang Guang was too lazy to bother with these two good-for-nothings.

He walked around the living room to make sure there were no problems inside the house.

Although there had been an incident at the villa before, he had already cleaned up the unclean things when he came last time.

The remaining yin energy has now basically dissipated completely, and there are no problems for the people living there.

After Jia Youcai and Chu Sheng settled into their respective rooms,

Yang Guang stood in the living room for a while before saying, "Alright."

"You can stay here tonight."

"I'm going back now."

Jia Youcai poked his head out of the driver's compartment, looking surprised: "You don't live here?"

"Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

Yang Guang waved his hand: "I'm going home."

Jia Youcai darted out of the room in a flash, carrying a quilt in his arms.

"Then I'll take you back!"

Yang Guang refused outright: "No need."

"It will take you forty minutes to drive your pink old man's car to my place. I'll just take a taxi back myself."

"You should just rest here."

"After all, you two have things to do tomorrow, and you can't let things with the client be delayed."

Jia Youcai and Chu Sheng exchanged a glance and nodded.

Chu Sheng grinned and said, "Don't worry, Brother Guang."

"This humble monk promises to go to bed early and rise early, so I can be full of energy for my tasks tomorrow!"

"I'll also try to drive a Land Rover!"

Jia Youcai nodded repeatedly.

Yang Guang hummed in agreement and turned to walk out the door.

however.

He had only taken two steps when he realized something was missing.

wrong.

Something is missing.

Yang Guang suddenly turned his head and his gaze swept towards the sofa in the living room.

Good guy!

Er Lengzi was sprawled out on the sofa, legs in the air, tongue lolling out from his mouth, looking like he was about to die.

Those heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, glanced at Yang Guang with a look full of wisdom and disdain.

Then, with remarkable skill, she rolled over and positioned her backside towards Yang Guang.

The meaning is quite obvious.

I'm not leaving.

I'd rather die than leave.

This sofa is genuine leather; it's a hundred times more comfortable than that shabby bed in your agency.

You go your own way, don't disturb my rest.

Yang Guang's face immediately fell.

He strode to the sofa and grabbed Er Lengzi by the back of the neck.

"stand up!"

"Come back with me!"

Er Lengzi's four legs instantly seemed to take root, gripping the sofa cushions tightly.

The fingernails dug into the leather sofa, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

"Awoo!"

Er Lengzi let out an extremely reluctant protest, his heterochromatic eyes filled with four big words.

I'd rather die than go.

Yang Guang's lips twitched violently.

He tugged twice, but couldn't pull the guy off the sofa.

"You son of a bitch!"

"When I ask you to do chores, you run faster than anyone else."

"Now that we're letting you go back, are you trying to become a holdout?"

Er Lengzi buried his head in the sofa cushions, trying to avoid seeing anything.

Jia Youcai, who was standing nearby, immediately burst into laughter upon seeing this.

Old Deng, wrapped in a blanket, leaned against the doorframe of the driver's cabin, his face creased with laughter.

"Brother, I think we shouldn't take this dog with us."

"This silly dog, seeing such a wonderful place, why would he want to go back and suffer with you?"

Chu Sheng also poked his head out from upstairs: "Yeah, Brother Guang, let's just leave Er Lengzi here."

"This humble monk will watch over it for you."

"Not a single dog hair will be missing!"

Yang Guang looked at the stubborn fool lying on the sofa and took a deep breath!

It seems this bastard wasn't beaten enough.

When we come back next time, we'll let it know what it means to have such red flowers!