God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 985: And How Should I Address You?



Fang Yi entered the kitchen with an apron tied around him.

In the kitchen, it was Qian'er who was busy, while Song Wuliang was being attentive on the side.

Fang Yi slapped Song Wuliang on the back and said, "Fatso, you're too big; my kitchen is too small a temple for you, so don't take up space here, get out!"

Song Wuliang quickly said, "Don't, brother, let me be your assistant here. You don't know, I've been quite diligent recently." As he spoke, he kept winking at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi sighed and turned to Qian'er, asking, "Qian'er, has he really been diligent recently?"

Qian'er replied, "Yes, very diligent indeed."

Fang Yi teased, "Oh, really diligent. So diligent that there's not even the slightest sign of this pile of flesh getting slimmer."

Song Wuliang knew Fang Yi was teasing him, so he raised his hand and patted his chest exuberantly, saying, "Don't look at me as fat. I'm constantly trying to lose weight! I'm not bragging—when I lose the weight, I'll definitely be handsomer than you!"

"Alright, alright, you're handsome! Now scram, I need to cook!" Fang Yi said.

Song Wuliang rolled out of the kitchen.

Left in the kitchen were only Fang Yi and Qian'er.

"Mr. Fang, let me do it. You just returned from Tianjing; you must be tired. Plus, you're a man—this might not be suitable for you." Qian'er said cautiously.

Fang Yi smiled and said, "No need. There are important guests coming tonight, and I want to entertain them properly."

"Important guests?"

Qian'er's pretty face showed a look of confusion, but she wisely didn't ask more.

Just unsure whether these important guests' intentions were good or bad.

Song Wuliang swiftly rolled into the living room and saw Mao Yanfeng sitting on the single sofa. He walked over with large steps and affectionately slapped Mao Yanfeng on the shoulder.

"Old Mao... ouch, ouch, it's breaking, it's breaking..."

Song Wuliang cried out in pain.

The hand that Song Wuliang placed on Mao Yanfeng's shoulder was grabbed and twisted by Mao Yanfeng, causing him a lot of pain.

Mao Yanfeng said coldly, "Don't touch me!"

With that, he threw Song Wuliang's hand off.

Song Wuliang had a pained expression on his face, full of grievance.

"Old Mao, it's not like I'm saying, but you really need to change this habit of bullying the weak. That guy pats you and it's fine, but why am I treated differently? This is discrimination!"

Song Wuliang spoke seriously.

"He's him, you're you!" Mao Yanfeng said coldly.

"Bullying the weak will get you struck by lightning!" Song Wuliang muttered, then pulled a chair over to sit down. His chubby face squeezed out a warm and sincere smile, his eyes almost squinted into a line, and he kept staring at Gui Ziyue.

Song Wuliang's thick skin was not inferior to Fang Yi's. He unabashedly stared at Gui Ziyue and smiled, "Beauty, what's your name?"

"Gui Ziyue!"

Gui Ziyue answered icily, instinctively feeling some aversion to this fat guy.

"Oh..." Song Wuliang elongated the ending sound, then turned his head to look at Di Xiaotong, who had a small backpack: "Pretty boy, what's your name?"

Di Xiaotong's expression changed instantly, with a murderous gleam in his eyes.

It's one thing for Fang Yi to bully me, but you, a fat guy, dare to bully me too?

This is intolerable!

Di Xiaotong said coldly, "Fatty, don't talk nonsense!"

But Song Wuliang was a shameless person, not afraid of Di Xiaotong's threat. Instead, he provocatively smiled and said, "Pretty boy, don't be so fierce. Old Mao is here; if you dare to touch me, Old Mao will hit you, you know."


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