"Why are you so polite?"

The two clinked glasses.

Everything before is in the past.

Afterwards, the two continued to drink.

When he was almost done drinking, Wang Guo was squinting his eyes and saying,

"Brother Junzi, would you like some dessert to relieve your hangover?"

Yang Jun was startled, then refused.

Zhong Yuemin's story was vivid in his mind, and he didn't dare to mess around anymore.

Even if he has that need, he will not be here in the kingdom. Wouldn't that be giving someone the advantage?

"Forget it, just take care of it for me first," Yang Jun said.

"Okay, if you feel tired from now on, Brother Jun, you can come over and relax at any time."

Wang Guozheng knew that this method would not be successful, so he did not persist.

"Just drink here for today, I'll be back."

Yang Jun saw that it was getting late, so he said goodbye.

"Okay, brother, I'll give it to you."

…

When I got home, it was almost ten o'clock.

Except for Yi Qiushui, who was still waiting for him, everyone in the family had fallen asleep.

"Husband, are you back?"

Yi Qiushui, who was lying on the bed, opened her hazy eyes and tried to get up.

Yang Jun quickly held her down.

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't get up."

Helping her turn over, Yang Jun sat on the bed and took off his shoes.

"If I come back late from now on, you don't have to wait for me. You have to get more rest now that I'm older."

Yi Qiushui leaned towards him, hugged his arm and said coquettishly,

"I only have a lot of time left now, what else can I do without waiting for you?"

Yang Jun was startled, then smiled and said, "You're not waiting for me to tell the children a story, are you?"

Yi Qiushui rolled her eyes and looked at him shyly.

"That was my original plan, but seeing that you are very tired, I decided to skip it."

"Thank you, my wife, for your understanding."

Yang Jun felt as if he had lost his weight.

"By the way, hubby, Xiangxiu is about to give birth. Mom has gone to the hospital and won't be back tonight."

Yang Jun was startled: "Xiangxiu is going to give birth?"

Then he felt a little disappointed and murmured: "Anguo is so lucky."

"Who says it's not the case? I heard from Xiangxiu that they secretly asked someone to check it, and this time it was still a boy." Yi Qiushui said enviously.

Looking at Yi Qiushui's envious look, Yang Jun suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.

"Baby, we can't imitate them, we only need one child."

"That's not possible. At least we should have both children." Yi Qiushui objected.

Yang Jun held his forehead and sighed: "In that case, you may really not be able to find me in the future."

Yang Jun really doesn’t want to have more children.

It's not that he can't afford it, but he doesn't want to waste his youth on his children.

Human beings are born selfish. Life is short. Before you have time to enjoy yourself, you have to worry about the next generation.

Continuing the family line is dispensable to him, and such bloody things as time travel can happen, so what's the use of having future generations?

Even if there are groups of descendants and all of them become talented, is it just for the sake of having someone to take care of them when they are old and lying in bed?

Stop talking nonsense.

It’s not easy to live well in the present. Why think about the long term?

What can you do if you become famous all over the world and have a glorious ancestor? After you turn into a piece of loess, what do those external things have to do with you?

The longer people live, the more they can look down upon these things.

Although Yang Jun is not old, his combined age in two lifetimes is more than seventy years old.

What can a person in his seventies do?

Can you still expect the earth to revolve around you?

Prime Minister Cao once said: "Singing to wine, life is just like the dew in the morning, and there will be many hardships in the passing days."

Life is too short to enjoy yourself in the moment.

Don't believe in the Buddhist theory of cause and effect and reincarnation. There is no afterlife. Don't suffer in this life for the sake of an illusory afterlife.

Therefore, Yang Jun swore that he would never find trouble for himself.

He made up his mind that after giving birth to this child, he would not even give birth to him.

If King Yi Qiu Shui forced himself on her, he would go to the hospital for sterilization.

(Haha! That’s impossible)

That day, as soon as Yang Jun went to work, he heard the phone ringing in the secretary's office next door.

He couldn't even calm down and work.

He frowned and called Huang Yani in.

"What's going on? Where do you get so many calls?"

Huang Yani's pretty face sank and she complained: "I'm not here for the Great Wall Engine No. 2. I haven't heard from you since morning. I think you need to find a new secretary to answer the phone."

Yang Jun also felt a headache after hearing this.

"Remove the outer line and keep only the inner line."

"Please don't. The most I can do is turn down the ringtone."

Huang Yani explained: "We can't afford to offend these people. If we can, we won't offend them. You don't need to come forward, we will deal with it."

When Yang Jun heard this, there was more warmth in his eyes.

He was very touched by Huang Yani's thoughtfulness.

"Okay... just do as you say. Well, you've been working hard recently, so take a few days off." Yang Jun said.

"Hey, being your secretary will mean that I will be unlucky for eight lifetimes. How will we get any rest?"

Yang Jun's eyes widened and he gave her a fierce look.

"Are you so unwilling to be my secretary?"

"What do you think?"

Huang Yani clasped her fingers and said: "I don't do it for money, and I don't do it for promotion and wealth. I have been with you for three years, and I am just a small department-level cadre. I don't save much from my salary, so I subsidize it all for you. You think I

What’s the picture of?”

"Then what do you want? To repay a favor?" Yang Jun asked.

Huang Yani looked at Yang Jun with a resentful look.

You don’t know what I’m drawing?

"Just think that I just farted, that's all." Huang Yani said dejectedly.

"When people pass by, they leave their names, and when geese pass by, they leave their voices. Why don't I smell the stink when you fart?"

Huang Yani was furious.

Her pink and fragrant cheeks were bulging, and she looked at him with a resentful look on her face.

"Call you elegant, but you pretend to be rude. Call you rude. You're not rude when you should be. I really don't understand you."

Yang Jun felt funny when he heard this.

He could understand the first half of the sentence, but the second half was a bit ambiguous.

What does it mean to not be rude when you should be rude?

I didn’t know you were so good at this girl.
To be continued...