Shang Yu asked, "why not?"

He Chen did not speak, mainly because he did not know what to say.

On reflection, it seems natural for Shang to give Shang Yin his surname.

He is the eldest son of Li Qiao and Shang Yu, the little prince of Shang, and the successor of Nanyang overlord.

No matter how many children Li Qiao will have in the future, Shang Yin's status and identity are still firm and unshakable.

Even a small Qianjin Shangqi can't.

Not long after, two men finished smoking and came to the playground in the backyard.

He Yanyi sat on the carousel accompanied by the servant and played heartlessly.

Shang Yin led he Yanmo to a booth where he threw sandbags at dolls.

The peddler's servant respectfully asked them what they wanted to play.

Shang Yin looked at he Yanmo, who was half a head shorter than him, and then looked at the doll on the display board along her line of sight.

In the middle is a white Barbie doll.

Shang Yin clenched he Yanmo's small hand, "sister, shall we play this?"

"OK." he Yanmo looked at the sandbags on the table in distress, then tiptoed to grab one and handed it to Shang Yin, "brother, teach me first."

Two little guys stood in front of the booth, one throwing and the other looking.

He Yanmo is soft and cute, but not delicate. Learning the posture of Shang Yin, he Yanmo throws a sandbag towards the display board and hits the servant's forehead very accurately.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, my sister didn't mean it."

Shang Yin hurried forward and blocked he Yanmo behind with his small figure.

The servant was surprised, put his hands and said in a voice: "it's all right. Don't apologize, little Yin. Here's the doll, all of it."

Shang Yin tightened his eyebrows, "we didn't hit it, we can't want it."

The servant coughed and thought that the whole future of Shang was yours. What are some broken dolls.

But in order to do a good job as a small vendor, the servant handed over the sandbag again and asked them to continue playing.

Three times later, Shang Yin hit the white doll. He held the doll and handed it to he Yanmo, "sister, here."

He Yanmo said thank you, holding the doll like a treasure.

Even when you sleep at night, you should put it at the head of the bed and don't let others touch it.

He Chen, not far away, witnessed with his own eyes the whole process of Shangyin sending dolls to he Yanmo.

Mingming is a baby less than four years old, but Shang Yin's thoughtful character and early thinking are indeed better.

Take another look at he Yanyi, who is heartless and giggling on a Trojan horse. He Chen is very upset and wipes his face. He suspects that if the casino in the west of the city is handed over to this boy, he will be bankrupt in three years.

He Chen couldn't help thinking that he couldn't... he went to remove the ligation and regenerate a few. At least he could choose the best successor.

Of course, he Chen at this time did not know that he Yanyi in the future was not crooked, nor was he a dandy.

The son of the gambling king in the west of the city and the brother of Prince Shang, how can he not have strength.

But strength doesn't mean luck.

He Yanyi, an adult, is good at everything, but his love path is not smooth.

Even at the age of 27, he Yanyi asked he Chen in tears with a wine glass, "Dad, if I don't get married all my life, can you and mom forgive me?"

When he was a young man, he Yanyi did not marry all his life.

....

In the twinkling of an eye, the new year is coming.

On this day, Shang's old house was bustling. At noon, people gathered in yuezhai hall for a reunion dinner.

Li Qiao changed as like as two peas to the three little cubs, and wore a mother and child dress of the same type. The five family slowly entered the dining hall.

Yin Mo saw the parent-child clothes of the mother and son, and immediately said with envy: "husband, let's buy parent-child clothes this afternoon."

He Chen humed angrily, "don't buy it for me. You have to wear it yourself."

Yin Mo frowned, "you're a disappointment."

"Wear, buy, buy, go down and buy!"

He Chen glanced coldly at Shang Yu in black clothes and trousers. When he sat down, he laughed in a low voice, "why? Li Qiao didn't buy you a parent-child dress?"

"Buy it." the man lowered his eyes and sipped tea, and then asked mellow, "envy?"

He Chen hissed, "I envy a fart. Why don't you wear it when you buy it? Shame?"

Shang Yu answered four words lightly, "she doesn't like it."

Li Qiao doesn't like him to wear clothes other than black, and won't force him to wear childish parent-child clothes.

Smell speech, he Chen youyou looks at Yin Mo, "hear?"

Other wives don't force their husbands to wear strange clothes.

"Uh huh." Yin Mosha nodded, "Yan Ye is really not suitable for parent-child clothes."

He Chen: "

Talk about a lonely!

....

On New Year's Eve, the old house was brightly lit.

Shang Zonghai, dressed in casual Tang clothes, stood in the backyard corridor with thousands of feelings.

From time to time, laughter and laughter from the backyard constantly hit the eardrum. This house for hundreds of years has not been so lively for a long time.

At this time, Wei ang waited a few steps away. From his perspective, he could just see the smile wrapped around Shang Zonghai's lips.

"Sort out a holding list of Shang's industry as soon as possible."

Wei ang regained his mind and immediately nodded, "yes, sir. Do you need side branches?"

"All." Shang Zonghai rubbed the Buddha beads and looked at the thick night. "The holding list should be specific to the person's name."

Wei ANGLI Guangming was ready to step down. However, as soon as he turned around, housekeeper Xiao trotted in a panic, "Sir, sir, there's an accident over there."

Shang Zonghai turned sideways and looked at Wei ang. He took off his glasses and pinched the center of his eyebrows. "Go and see what's going on."

Wei ang did as he said, but housekeeper Xiao insisted on Shang Zonghai, "Sir, if you're free, you'd better go and see him yourself, second young master..."

In the wing room of the medicine garden in the backyard, when Shang Zonghai arrived, he heard a loud howl and spoke a little confused. It was undoubtedly Shanglu.

"Sister-in-law, look at me, look at me. I'm well. Am I well now?" Shanglu's action was a little funny. He sat down on the carpet beside the tea table with his hands in surrender, and his arms were Shang Qi carved with powder and jade.

The little guy didn't know how to climb into Shanglu's arms and called him, "crisp, crisp..."

Phytolacca dare not move, not at all.

But he had to admit that although Shang Qi was a female doll, her proximity did not cause any reaction to his illness.

Shanglu shook the list, stretched out his index finger, and a heroic expression poked on the back of Shang Qi's hand. The expected vomiting and rash did not appear.

Not only Shanglu, but also Shangyu Liqiao and he Chen raised their eyebrows in surprise.

"NIMA, I'm finally well!" Shanglu wanted to cry and laugh. His emotions were as complex as overturning a five flavor bottle.

He kept poking on Shang Qi's face and small arm, and his eyes were getting redder and redder

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