Jia Cong was so crazy that he actually jumped up and knocked Jia Zheng unconscious. It was pity that his second uncle had been the king of the Jia family for half his life. This was probably the first time since his father passed away.

Beat up.

What a humiliation this is, as humiliating as a nightmare!

Looking at Jia Zheng, the second master of the Rongguo Mansion, who was lying on the ground unaware of his affairs, Jin Que was so horrified that he could not speak.

She thought she was dreaming, yes, this must be a dream, it was too unreal, it was all fake, it was all in a dream, it was just a dream, and it was gone when she woke up!

Jinque couldn't help but pinch herself hard, the pain was so painful that she almost screamed.

Isn't this a dream?!

When he opened his eyes, Mr. Jia Zheng was still lying upright on the floor of Jia Cong's living room in Changchun Garden. He rolled his eyes, his beard was unkempt, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be twitching involuntarily.

He looked like he was still dead.

Is he dead?

Jin Que was so frightened that he trembled all over, and finally plucked up the courage to bend down and check his breath: the breath was weak, vague and absent, as if he was still alive, but he didn't seem too far away from death.

The little girl trembled and shed tears in fear. When she turned her head, she found that the "evil young man" Jia Cong was looking at the unconscious Master Jia Zheng, laughing.

"Master, my ancestor, what are you doing? Are you crazy? What on earth do you want to do..."

Jinque grabbed her young master and burst into tears. She was scared, she was really scared to death.

"Good girl, don't be afraid. Look at how ugly he looks. Do you want a dead dog?"

Jia Cong pointed at Jia Zheng who was lying on the ground rolling his eyes resentfully and said with a smile.

"Ancestor, my living ancestor, are you crazy, or are you possessed by a ghost? What do you want, do you want to scare me to death?"

Jin Que had no intention of looking at Jia Zheng again, but when she accidentally glanced at him, she noticed that Mr. Jia Zheng's cheeks were red and swollen, probably from the big mouth slap given by Jia Cong just now.

"What should I do, what should I do..."

Jin Que was going crazy with anxiety. She pulled Jia Cong and shook her violently, bursting into tears.

"Good girl, what are you afraid of? I am responsible for everything. Don't you still believe in your young master?"

Jia Cong hugged Jin Que and comforted her in a low voice, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. This little girl's skin has improved a lot recently. After being washed away by tears again, she felt smooth and tender to the touch, as if she had peeled skin.

The egg felt like an egg. Jia Cong couldn't help but be a little lighter, fearing that her skin would be scratched if she applied too much force.

"I believe you, you are in such a big trouble now, what should you do? Tell me, tell me, tell me..."

Jinque cried bitterly and shook Jia Cong so hard that he almost died.

"Silly... girl... ahem... not afraid... this young master... has his own..."

Jia Cong was shaken for a moment and couldn't speak. He finally pushed Jinque away, stood firm, and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a noise coming from outside: "Master, please wait a minute.

Come on, don't worry, the young master has just come back and is probably resting in the house. We will give you a reply right now..."

"Hahaha... good... good... my son is back... very good..."

Hearing this movement, it seemed that Mr. Jia Cong's father, Mr. Jia She, was coming. Then he heard that the many people who were flattering Mr. She were the group of maids in Jia Cong's yard, all of them with charming and coquettish voices.

This bunch of bitches are not so attentive when their serious master comes back. Why do they all get into trouble when the master's father comes? Do they all want to be their master's stepmother?

Jia Cong cursed for a while and was very dissatisfied. I'm afraid he didn't know it yet, but everyone had seen his words and deeds towards Jinque one by one, and they had encountered many problems. They had already given up on him and turned around.

Instead, he focused all his attention on his father.

I can't blame others for this. Who said the young master is too dedicated?

All of these girls are all 134. Fourteen five -year -old age. They are young and watery. When they met Jia Qian, they were like a treasure, and they were dressed up.

It makes people reluctant to take their eyes away when they see it.

Jia She was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear, her eyes narrowed to a slit, and she walked towards Jia Cong's house surrounded by a group of maids.

When Jin Que heard that the eldest master was coming, she was trembling even more. Her little face was as pale as paper. She grabbed Jia Cong and asked in a trembling voice: "Young... Young... Young Master... Now...

...such as...how...is...so...good..."

Seeing that this girl was really scared, Jia Cong couldn't help feeling very distressed. He hugged her and kissed her gently, whispering and comforting her: "Silly girl, what are you afraid of? I have everything under control."

How could Jinque dare to believe him? She was so frightened that she just cried and didn't care that the evil young master took the opportunity to take advantage of her.

I heard a maid outside calling out in a crisp voice: "Master, Master, the master is here! Jinque, Jinque, where did you go, girl? Why don't you come out to greet the master?"

Jin Que was so frightened that her face turned white, her whole body was trembling and she couldn't stand, so she just sat on the kang and covered her face, sobbing softly.

Jia Cong felt even more distressed when he saw her like this, and regretted it for a moment: If I had known that this girl was so timid, I wish I had been gentler.

He frowned and glanced at Jia Zheng again. Seeing that the second master was still lying on the ground, rolling his eyes and not waking up, he couldn't help but cursed him in a low voice, kicked him hard, and then walked out.

Walk.

The group of Meng Lang's maids outside were already shouting loudly, and the shouts of "Master" made Jia Cong's skin crawl. The shouts were also mixed with the proud laughter of his father Jia She and the shouts of "Sir" and "Meat".

Ah," the greetings of "darling, darling," made Jia Cong even more chilly.

This old man must be too complacent. How can he be able to say anything without fear of being shabby!?

The slander was the slander, but Jia Cong didn't dare to neglect it. He rushed out as fast as he could, his face full of joy, and he shouted happily: "Daddy, dear daddy, why are you here? Are you here to see me? My son is coming back today.

I got up early. I was afraid of disturbing dad's good sleep. I also said that I would go to pay your respects to your old man in a while. Why are you here?"

Jia Cong shouted joyfully and rushed towards Jia She, and the father and son gave him a fierce hug.

This pair of childish actors were so disgusting that it was hard to watch. The group of maids all turned their heads, covered their faces with their sleeves, and secretly retched.

Jia Cong and Jia She didn't realize it at all. They were so engaged in the performance that the father and son hugged each other tightly, affectionately.

The father lowered his head and asked: "My dear, you are home now, and you can't sleep at night thinking about your father."

Jia Cong looked up, with a mysterious smile on his little face. He was in tears. He put his arms around his father's neck and replied: "Dad, my son is not like this. During these days in Beijing Palace, my son has been
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