Mr. Long freshened up and looked in the mirror. He looked good and rosy, but when he walked, he felt like he was stepping on cotton, with one foot deep and one foot shallow, with no roots at all.
In the past few days, I was either taking blood or going to bed. Although I had the little black pill as a supplement, it was a pity that Mr. Long's foundation was too weak. It was a biological miracle that he could still move now.
After being helped out of the underground cellar by He Naizi, Mr. Long put all his energy into his brain and must find a way out for himself.
"He Naizi, how about I go back to my parents' house by myself.
Send it to me and come back.
If that eighth lady needs your help, it wouldn't be a good idea if you weren't here."
He Naizi accommodated Young Master Long and walked on the ice of Taiqing Valley in small steps, very carefully, looking at the village not far away from time to time, thinking about which method to choose to sacrifice.
As for whether those people are Mr. Long's relatives, it is not within the scope of He Naizi's consideration. Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. Since he has become He Naizi's husband, what is the use of having other relatives? Isn't that a drag?
"Xiao Longlong, it's okay, Baqi doesn't need my help, she can handle it.
With your physical condition, how can I safely leave you there alone?
The night before yesterday, I secretly swore that I will be responsible for you to the end in this life, and I will be by your side every minute and every second, never leaving you."
So clingy?
Mr. Long looked at He Naizi next to him. His handsome face and long black stockings were indeed pleasing to the eye. He was almost as good as a first-line star. Apart from seeing his basic qualities on the screen, he never dared to dream that he would be blessed with such a blessing.
However, under the pomegranate skirt, Mr. Long understood many things that he had not understood before, and the incredible things about celebrity gossip were easily solved.
After experiencing He Naizi, Mr. Long understood the value of life, the horror of the Peach Blossom Tribulation, and how innocent the past thoughts were. This matter is really difficult to solve in ancient times.
"He Naizi, I still have five colleagues in the cellar.
If you don't keep an eye on it, what will happen if you run away?
If we attract other people, wouldn't it be troublesome?"
He Naizi didn't even turn his head, as if he didn't even bother to look in the direction of the cellar, and didn't pay attention to the five prisoners at all.
"Little Longlong is so cute, he always thinks about me.
It has been several days since the last hostage exchange, and there is not even a letter. I guess these items are not very important and have been abandoned.
It doesn't matter whether they are there or not, they are just abandoned children, who takes them seriously?"
Young Master Long actually thought the same way. It had been a few days and there was really no movement from Shi Huozhu. He even said he would come back after the new year.
It’s already the second year of junior high school, doesn’t it count as the end of the year?
Do I have to end my annual vacation on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year before going to work?
Young Master Long wanted to say something more, but he had already entered the village.
It's not far in the first place, so I don't really have much time for Mr. Long.
As soon as they entered the village, they saw Long Er and Zhao Xile squatting at the entrance of the village, as if waiting for something.
"What are you two doing here? Isn't it cold?"
Long Er saw that Young Master Long was very relaxed, so he might have settled everything.
Anyway, he has a kind of mysterious confidence in Mr. Long, just like Mr. Long has in Cai Gen.
"Brother, are you done?
Why are you so thin after I haven't seen you in the past two days?
But you are very energetic and nourished?
This child must be watched here, lest you run away and don't want him.
This stubborn look is really similar to that of my elder brother."
Young Master Long kicked the squatting Long Er, which was weak and weak. Following the movement of his kick, Young Master Long blinked his left eye at Long Er silently. The meaning was very complicated and the amount of information was relatively large.
I'm being held hostage.
I can't help myself.
I need help.
You have to create opportunities for me.
We must run.
Even if I can't run away, you have to run away with Zhao Xile.
After we ran away, we went to find Cai Gen at Anxin Bento in the city. He was the only one who could save us.
An Xin Bento is the same takeaway shop where we spent half the night and I was hospitalized from the cold.
You take a taxi and I'll reimburse the fare. Don't worry about the money.
Can Long Er understand the above subtext?
Of course not, but after receiving this secret signal, Long Er pulled Zhao Xile to stand up and simplified all the complicated problems.
"Brother, why is your left eye twitching? As the old saying goes, the left eye twitches for wealth, and the right eye twitches for disaster. No, it seems that the left eye twitches for disaster, the disaster of blood and light.
Stick a piece of paper on it, it will be unlucky for the Chinese New Year."
As he said that, Long Er tore off a corner of some unknown piece of paper from his pocket, soaked it with saliva, and helped Mr. Long to glue his left eyelid.
It was only because of the tonic that Mr. Long was supported, otherwise he would have died from vomiting blood. This guy's brain was filled with pure water and not even a trace of minerals.
"No, Long Er, why are you so ignorant?"
After saying that, Mr. Long glanced sideways at He Naizi with his free right eye.
Long Er instantly understood that this was the eldest brother's fault.
"Happy New Year to my brother and sister-in-law.
Little kid, call me auntie quickly.
No, stepmother, yes, stepmother."
Zhao Xile looked at Mr. Long, and then at the beautiful He Naizi, a little unbelievable, and even more confused, where did this stepmother come from?
"Uncle Long, you are too vain. Does being single make you feel so inferior?
You don't know what to do with two pieces of bad money.
How much did you pay for this bitch?
Are you going to do something bad behind my mother's back?"
Young Master Long was finally sweating. This little brat, Zhao Xile, had never learned anything good from Zhao Erniu since he was a child. After following Young Master Long, he became used to being free-range, and he was very snarky. He didn't know it was hereditary.
It is still his own efforts the day after tomorrow.
After slapping Zhao Xile on the back of the head, Mr. Long grabbed his collar.
"Don't talk nonsense to me. If your mother dares to come back, I won't be able to kill her.
Besides, this is not hired with money;
Forget it, let’s go home first, it’s already dinner time.”
A group of four people, each with their own concerns, walked into the house of Mr. Long's uncle and grandfather.
As soon as he entered the house, he saw two cousins pouring wine. Young Master Long's eyes lit up.
After introducing He Naizi to his family, we entered the dinner party for the second grade of junior high school.
Everything was relatively normal, except that when Mr. Long introduced He Naizi as his wife, the third uncle's grandfather actually cried with joy.
"Xiaolong, it's not easy for you to have a family. How happy you would be if your grandma were still alive."
As soon as he said these words, Mr. Long actually thought of his grandma, and felt a sigh of relief in his heart. His parents died when he was young, and he grew up with his grandma. Today, he got married, and his grandma didn't even see him. It was indeed a little regretful.
Just as Long Shao was about to echo a few words, his third uncle threw his chopsticks at the two cousins.
"You two are useless, even someone like Xiaolong can have a wife, what's the difference between you?
Everyone is whirring and not doing anything serious."
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Are you scolding your grandson for using me as a reference?
Mr. Long was speechless for a while.
This chapter has been completed!