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

Yang Guang froze, turning to look at the dog in disbelief: "What the hell?"

"I didn't hear you, say it again, you bastard?"

The simpleton said matter-of-factly, "I said, give me a bath!"

"I was in that shabby basement just now, and I got a mouthful of bald donkey ash. I smell like that pickled cabbage jar and body odor all over me."

"It's sticky and uncomfortable!"

"I'm a dog with obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness!"

"I can't sleep if I'm not clean!"

Yang Guang's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He walked over and grabbed Er Lengzi by the fleshy part of his neck: "You think I'm being too nice to you, huh?"

"Don't you have hands... I mean, claws?"

"Can't you just rinse it under the tap yourself?"

"You expect me to serve you a bath?"

"Are you crazy?!"

"Do you know how expensive my appearance fee is?!"

Er Lengzi rolled his eyes: "Dad Yang, if you don't wash me, I'll roll around on this leather sofa! This is that rich woman's sofa!"

"If we make a mess, and they make us pay for it tomorrow, are you going to foot the bill?"

Upon hearing that he would have to pay compensation, Yang Guang's lips twitched violently.

He glanced at the genuine Italian leather sofa, which was worth at least tens of thousands of yuan, and then looked at the meager balance in his pocket.

Ok.

I've said goodbye to 2.5 yuan, but my heart still aches terribly!

"OK!"

"You win!"

"You just wait, I'll stew you into a pot of dog meat hotpot one day!"

Yang Guang, cursing and swearing, grabbed Er Lengzi's dog ears and dragged it into the public bathroom on the first floor.

For the next half hour, the bathroom was like a world war.

"Woof!"

"Dad Yang, be damn gentle!"

"The water is too hot!"

"You want to get your fur permed and removed so you can have it ready-made?"

"Holy crap, are you holding a toilet brush?"

"You're going to use a toilet brush to clean my hair?"

Yang Guang snapped angrily, "Shut up!"

"This brush has stiff bristles, but it cleans very well!"

"Don't move!"

"If you touch me again, I'll pour disinfectant all over you!"

It took a lot of effort to get this silly dog ​​clean.

Yang Guang then found Jiang Siyu's spare high-end hair dryer and started blowing it on Er Lengzi.

Once the dog's fur is completely dried, making it fluffy like a big ball of fur.

Yang Guang was already exhausted and covered in sweat, his body soaked with the bathwater he had been splashed on.

"Go to sleep now!"

Yang Guang impatiently kicked Er Lengzi in the butt.

Er Lengzi stretched comfortably, yawned, ran to the sofa, found the most comfortable position, and fell asleep immediately.

Less than half a minute later, the snoring was deafening.

Yang Guang rolled his eyes in anger, too lazy to pay attention to it, and went to the guest room to wash up quickly.

The moment my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep instantly.

I slept straight through until 10 a.m. the next day.

The sunlight outside was already extremely bright and glaring.

"Gurgle..."

Yang Guang was awakened by hunger.

He rubbed his messy hair, put on his faded tracksuit, and went out the door.

They happened to run into Jia Youcai and Chu Sheng, who were also coming out of the room.

Jia Youcai stretched lazily, his old face extremely rosy: "Ah, that feels so good!"

"The beds of rich people are so soft."

"My old back doesn't hurt at all after sleeping for one night."

Chu Sheng patted his belly, which had shrunk a little more, and asked, "Amitabha, Brother Guang, what are we eating today?"

"The wooden fish is already being struck inside my stomach."

These two had just gotten up, and the simpleton on the sofa also chimed in.

"Woof!"

Yang Guang rubbed his stomach, took out his broken phone with three cracks on the screen, and glanced at it.

Jiang Siyu's final payment hasn't been made yet.

My WeChat balance is still stubbornly stuck at 2.5 yuan!

The delivery fee isn't even enough to cover the cost of ordering takeout.

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes at them, then waved his hand dismissively and said with absolute certainty, "Let's go!"

"I'll treat you guys to a good meal!"

Jia Youcai's eyes lit up: "Brother, are you treating?"

"What kind of fancy meal are we having?"

Yang Guang's lips curled into an extremely sly smile: "Back to school!"

"Let's go to the cafeteria for a free meal!"

These words were spoken.

The entire living room was deathly silent.

Jia Youcai's lips twitched violently as he pointed at Yang Guang and cursed, "Holy shit!"

"Could you be any stingier, you bastard?"

"We just helped someone solve a multi-million dollar problem, and you're taking us to the school cafeteria for free soup this morning?"

"You may not care about your reputation, but I, this Daoist, do!"

Yang Guang glared back defiantly: "Nonsense!"

"The rich woman's money hasn't arrived yet, and I only have two yuan and fifty cents left in my pocket."

"Are you willing to use that 20,000 yuan to treat everyone?"

Upon hearing that he had to pay out of his own pocket, Jia Youcai shook his head vigorously.

"Don't even think about it!"

"This Taoist priest's money is his life savings, earned with his life!"

Chu Sheng, however, didn't seem to care at all: "Amitabha."

"Anywhere can be a place of worship as long as it can help the five grains and miscellaneous foods to be delivered from suffering."

Jia Youcai was so angry at Chu Sheng's serious expression that his beard stood on end.

"What do you know, you fat monk!"

Jia Youcai stood with his hands on his hips, looking at Yang Guang and Chu Sheng with disdain: "You two are still wearing the skin of high school students, so it's only natural for you to go to school to freeload!"

"Going to school with this dog can be considered a lost pet."

"But what about me, Daoist Master?"

Jia Youcai patted his thin chest, spitting as he spoke: "This old Taoist priest is over seventy years old!"

"Wearing that Taoist robe, you went to your high school cafeteria and lined up with a bunch of immature high schoolers for braised pork?"

"If word gets out, how am I supposed to live in this area anymore?"

"Do I even have any face left?!"

Yang Guang wiped away the spit that Jia Youcai had sprayed on his face with disgust.

"Give me a break, Lao Jia."

"You old swindler, you have absolutely no standing in this industry."

"Fine, don't eat it then."

"I was worried you'd waste an extra pair of chopsticks."

Jia Youcai snorted coldly and straightened his tattered Taoist robe, which was covered in patches: "Since President Jiang has spoken, we can stay here as we please."

"I'm not the kind of person who stands on ceremony."

"Go eat in your cafeteria."

"Master Dao, I'm going back right now to cancel my lease on that shabby rented room!"

Speaking of it.

Jia Youcai's old eyes gleamed, and he rubbed his hands together smugly: "And bring my little darling over while you're at it."

"From now on, I'm settling down in this big villa!"

"As for lunch."

"I'll go find food myself!"

Upon hearing the words "little darling," Yang Guang's lips twitched uncontrollably twice: "You have the nerve to drive in here?"

"Aren't you afraid the security guards will just throw you and your car into the trash can?"

Jia Youcai stiffened his neck, glaring defiantly, "What do you know?!"

"This is called Pink Memories!"

"That's called trendy!"

"This car of mine has picked up and dropped off countless elderly ladies doing square dancing; it's practically the Rolls-Royce of senior citizen entertainment!"

"I'm done chatting with you guys, I'm off to take care of some important business!"

P.S.: I have to add an extra chapter for the Dragon Boat Festival, just to show my appreciation, hehe.