Chapter 42
"Girls, this is..." Wang Po and Liu Yiyi, who were crying happily and finally felt much more comfortable, finally heard Wang Yang's help. Looking up, they saw that Wang Daren was dancing with his hands weakly at this moment and struggled.
"Boy, don't you know, the girls finally mustered up the courage to thank you, but they didn't appreciate it." Wang Po curled his lips contemptuously, but he looked gloating.
Liu Yiyi wanted to step forward several times, but when she saw the dozen or so girls surrounding Wang Yang like wolves and tigers, she would just forget it. Anyway, it would be great to see Wang Daren's embarrassment, at least it made people feel happy.
"Brother Wang family, you must comfort those girls well, don't let the girls' sincere gratitude fail, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Liu Yiyi also smiled and shouted outside the circle.
Hearing the mother and daughter's words, Wang Daguanren stretched out a finger from the crowd with grief and despair, gestured a middle finger hard, and then was squeezed so hard that he fell to the ground...
At the beginning, I looked at the Yihonglou thugs and servants who were surrounded by beautiful girls with envious and jealous eyes. At this moment, they all showed a light and gloating smile on their faces. I deserve it! Let you dance all day long, and make you the focus of the girls' attention every day.
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The competition in Yihua Pavilion was finally over, and the girls also embarked on the return journey. At this moment, Wang Yang was squatting in Liu Yiyi's car with a resentful look on his face. "Hey, can you stop laughing? I've been laughing all the way. Are you not afraid of being choked by your saliva?"
Rubbing her lower abdomen, her pretty face was flushed, and her charming and bright eyes, watery Liu Yiyi bit her red lips lightly, making her look so charming.
Looking at the female ghost with a grim expression like a female ghost floating on the Daming Lake, her clothes were torn several times, and she felt like she had been ravaged by several strong men. "...I'm not afraid, brother of the Wang family, is it good to hug each other? Haha..."
Looking at the female fairy who was laughing while kicking and rubbing her stomach, Wang Yang really had the urge to rush over to catch the fairy and then give her the Dharma on the spot. Unfortunately, the lifted car curtain, Wang Po was so cold that Teddy's impotence's eyes kept sweeping around like a searchlight.
The Three Corpse Gods were so angry that they were furious that they were furious, but they had no choice. Wait, little girl, don’t think that your mother can’t deal with you if you are in Uncle Wang. Well, there will always be times when you are alone. The evil eyes of the King of Man swept around Liu Yiyi’s curved figure, and the corners of her mouth were raised evilly.
"Wang...Teacher Wang, I'm afraid I'll trouble you next." Wang Po sat outside the car and looked at Wang Yang's now dressed in rags, grinning in gloom.
"No need to say the word "trouble" is a word. Don't worry, teach me, there is no problem." Wang Yang curled his lips. "What a trivial matter like this. What should really be done is not this just Bianhe grand event, but the opportunity to enter the Royal Garden performance."
"Oh, you're so fat that you're really breathless. Don't think that you're better than those third-rate guys, you'll feel that your ability is enough to reach the sky." Wang Po was the most disgusted with Wang Yang's smug face, and said coldly with a gloomy smile.
"Then why did Wang Po, you just won those three insignificant little characters, cry like that?" What a good person, even if he was thrown into the iron smelting furnace, his bones could melt the slag, but his mouth was still able to move his erect on the surface of the iron. How could he be so easily criticized by others that he could not return the mouth?
"You, you brat, don't want wages anymore, do you?"
"Old lady, don't think you always want me to respect the elderly and love the young..."
"Stop! Mother, brother Wang, can you always meet like this whenever you meet? How old are you still like a child?"
"Who is the girl talking about?" Wang Po was very unbeautiful when she heard this. How could her dear daughter say that to her mother?
"Okay, okay, it's my daughter, I'm wrong. I closed my eyes and even closed my ears. You can't fight, but my daughter can't see or hear anyway." Liu Yiyi looked desperate, rolled her cute eyes and simply closed her eyes and leaned against the wall of the car.
"Hmph!" Wang Po turned his head in disappointment and looked towards the front of the carriage. He was abominable brat.
Wang Yang curled his lips. If it weren't for the sake of you being an old lady, and for the sake of you having such a charming and charming daughter, I would be so polite to you and help you with this Yihonglou?
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"Oh, they have already escaped. Damn, damn, damn, it's really damn." Li Qingzhao stood outside Yihua Pavilion, glared at her bright eyes angrily, and stomped her small foot and said angrily.
"Okay, good sister, don't worry. Don't you know that he is teaching in Yihonglou now? If you want to find him, it's so late now. If you don't send you back, your father and mother will be really anxious." Chen Jie had no choice but to persuade him.
"Don't worry, your brother-in-law has something to do in Jiangnan these days. My sister has to look at the industries, but after my sister has been busy for a while, I will accompany you to see where that kid can run."
With the promise of the heroic and righteous brother Jie, Li Qingzhao nodded reluctantly. "Hmph, that annoying guy, you must help me when the time comes."
"Of course, we are good sisters. Can you not help you?" Chen Jie smiled and took Li Qingzhao's slightly cool tenderness towards the carriage.
Li Qingzhao looked back at the Yihua Pavilion, which was still brightly lit, and said a little regretful. "But I'm really sorry to not see the Wushan lay Buddhist today..."
Chen Jie raised his eyebrows, and his bright eyes flashed. "Yes, the poem by Wushan layman today is really sad. I don't know how old he is, whether he is a man or a woman. However, since the other party has already produced the poem, maybe he wants to wait for the poem to become famous and find the right time to make his debut to gain a greater reputation..."
"Do you think he is the kind of person who wants to be famous?" Li Qingzhao looked at Chen Jie and said in a little unbelievable manner.
"In this world, there are many people who flock to fame and fortune. How can you know that this Wushan lay Buddhist is not a person of fame and fortune?" Chen Jie smiled sweetly, his eyes turned to the window of the carriage, and said leisurely.
Speaking of this, Chen Jie turned his head and gently scraped Li Qingzhao's small Qiong nose. "Of course, sister, you are naturally not that kind of person."
"Maybe that Wushan layman is not, either. To be honest, I really want to meet this Wushan layman. How could he write so many graceful and sad lyrics?" Li Qingzhao gently pushed Chen Jie and murmured softly.
Chapter completed!