Xiao Feng hugged Xiaoqiang and entered the villa. He saw Mr. Wen sitting on the sofa, drinking tea.

"Afeng, you are here, please sit down." Old Master Wen put down his teacup and nodded at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng put down Xiaoqiang and sat opposite Mr. Wen: "Old Wen, I'm here today and want to get my water droplets back, and I'll ask you something by the way."

"Miss and Little Three, you take Xiaoqiang to play first, I'll talk to Afeng." Mr. Wen ordered.

"Yes, old man." said respectfully.

"Grandpa, can't I be here?" Xiaoqiang blinked his bright big eyes and looked at Old Wen and asked.

Mr. Wen showed a kind smile: "Xiaoqiang, there are some things that are not suitable for you to know."

"Oh." Xiaoqiang nodded. In fact, he was a little worried, worried that Xiao Feng and his grandfather would collapse and even become enemies.

"Xiaoqiang, listen to your grandfather, go out to play or see your lion." Xiao Feng also said to Xiaoqiang.

Xiaoqiang hesitated for a moment and finally nodded: "Okay, then I'll come back later." After that, he left.

After Xiaoqiang left, Mr. Wen took out a box and placed it on the table: "Give it, your water droplets and jade pendant."

Xiao Feng took it over, opened it and slowly covered it: "Old Wen, have you known something long ago?"

"Haha..." Old Master Wen smiled: "Actually, when I first saw the jade pendant on you, I guessed something."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you are Xiaoqiang's fucking brother, because I admire you, because I want to protect you." Mr. Wen said three reasons in a row.

Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a glimmer of light appeared. He was wondering how credible Mr. Wen’s three reasons were.

"The first time I saw you, although you have risen, you are not enough to enter the level of the four major families." Mr. Wen said slowly: "And I can't guarantee that your life experience is related to the Yindu Xiao family."

"Then I can ask, what is the relationship between Mr. Wen and the Xiao family in Yindu?"

"I, I have a relationship with the old man from the Yindu Xiao family."

“It’s that simple.”

"Yes, that's the truth."

Xiao Feng stared at Mr. Wen. Jiang became more and more sexy as he grew older. This old man was able to control the entire Wen family. I have to say that he was a very strong and smart person.

"Whether you believe it or not, I'm all for your own good." Old Master Wen sighed and smiled helplessly.

"I believe it." After a long time, Xiao Feng slowly said three words.

"Haha, then what I did is worth it." Old Master Wen said with relief.

"Old Wen, I need more information about the Xiao family in Yindu."

"Okay, I will do my best to provide it to you."

"Especially, Xiao Yun."

"Oh." Mr. Wen sighed again and nodded: "That's what the big family is."

Xiao Feng was silent for a moment and asked, "What choice should Mr. Wen make."

"I already understand my choice, right?" Mr. Wen asked back.

Xiao Feng nodded: "With me here, no matter who wants to deal with Xiaoqiang, it is my enemy."

"Some things are left to Xiaoqiang himself. Although he is young, he lacks training. When this matter is over, he will truly grow up." Mr. Wen said in a deep voice.

...

Taohua Hutong.

"It's here." An old man dressed in a Taoist priest, holding a whisk in his hand, was as fairy-like as a Taoist.

Behind the old Taoist priest, there was a young man standing, dressed in a Taoist priest, with green robe and black cloth shoes, but not that long hair, but he barely tied up a bun.

"Master, where is this?" the young man looked at the Zhuqi gate and couldn't help asking.

"This is my old friend's seclusion. This time I brought you here, mainly to get to know you. After entering, you must have rules. Do you hear it?" The old Taoist priest shook his whisk.

"Yes, master." The little Taoist priest curled his lips, disagreed.

"You have been in Jiuquan for so long, have you forgotten some rules?" The old Taoist priest shook again and hit the little Taoist priest's head.

"I dare not, master." The little Taoist priest said aggrievedly.

The old Taoist priest didn't knock hard, smiled, stepped forward a few steps, picked up the copper ring on the vermilion door, and gently buckled it a few times.

The Zhuqi door slowly opened, and Old Jing's figure appeared inside the door. He looked at the old Taoist priest and smiled: "Old bull's nose."

"..." When the little Taoist priest heard Mr. Jing's words, his mouth twitched. Who is this old man? He dares to call him Master Bull's Nose.

"The old Taoist is here to visit Brother Jing."

"Okay, don't call me that." Old Jing waved his hand: "Let's talk about it later."

When the old Taoist priest entered, Mr. Jing closed the red lacquer gate and his eyes fell on the little Taoist priest: "This is your disciple."

"No, he is my closed disciple, Wuhuan." The old Taoist priest introduced.

No joy, no joy.

If Xiao Feng was here, he would be so shocked that his eyes fell out. Isn’t this the pretender who is cold all day long and looks cool and then thinks about the Royal Sister?

"Wuhuan, this is Mr. Jing." The old Taoist priest changed his name.

"Hello, Mr. Jing." Wu Huan made a Taoist greeting gesture and said respectfully.

Mr. Jing smiled and pointed to the chair: "Sit down."

"Come on, Lao Bull's nose, I'm asking you to arrive soon, so I made tea for you and taste it." Old Jing picked up the purple clay teapot and poured three cups of tea.

The old Taoist priest picked up the teacup and put it between his nose and smelled it. He was shocked: "Good tea, such good tea can only be tasted by Brother Taoist."

"I said everything, don't be a good brother, I'll just call my name."

"Okay, Brother Mo Xian." The old Taoist priest didn't bother with this, nodded and started to taste tea.

Wu Huan looked around with great interest. He had been to Jiuquan for so long, but he really didn't know that there was such a good place.

Why is Taohua Hutong a little familiar? It seems that Xiao Feng also mentioned that he lived here before.

"Hey, you old Taoist, why can you be willing to go down the mountain?" Mr. Jing looked at him and asked after he finished tasting the tea.

"Senior Brother Huiyue has been born, so why should I not come out?" the old Taoist priest said with a smile.

Mr. Jing smiled and said, "You can't come to persuade me too."

"Brother Mo Xian, aren't you afraid of causing a bloody storm?"

"So what."

"Hey..." the old Taoist priest shook his head, "It seems that you have made up your mind, so I can only do it with the flow."

"Haha, I always think you are cuteer than that old monk Huiyue, it's true." Mr. Jing laughed: "Last time, the old monk lived here for a few days, and he chanted scriptures with me all day long, and didn't depress me to death."

"Senior Brother Huiyue is the true great Buddha nature."

"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore. Since you have brought your closed disciple, I will introduce my grandson to you." Old Jing said, picking up the phone and dialing Xiao Feng's number.

"Hey, boy, where are you?"

"I'm at the Wen family, what's wrong?"

"Oh, come back, I have an old friend to introduce you to you."

"Okay, I'll go back soon." Xiao Feng agreed and hung up the phone.

Xiao Feng put away his cell phone and looked at Mr. Wen: "Old Wen, I have something to do with me, so I'm going back to work hard first."

"Well, go and do it. I will tell you anytime when I wait for Yindu to see what happens."

"Okay, thank you for being old. " Xiao Feng nodded. After the detailed discussion just now, a trace of estrangement and cracks disappeared, and the relationship returned to its previous appearance.

Xiao Feng picked up the box on the table and stood up: "Then I'll leave first."

"Well, go and say hello to Xiaoqiang, otherwise I will have to mess with my old bones again."

"Okay." Xiao Feng nodded and turned around and walked towards the door.

As soon as Xiao Feng left the villa, a shadow appeared, and Mr. Wen did not raise his head: "Continue to check the Xiao family, especially paying attention to Xiao Yun."

"Yes." Shadow agreed and disappeared from the spot.

As soon as Xiao Feng left the villa, he found Xiaoqiang standing at the door, wandering around, his little face full of worries.

"Xiaoqiang."

"Brother Gan, you are out." Xiaoqiang heard Xiao Feng's voice, quickly turned his head and ran over quickly.

"Yeah, I'm leaving."

"So fast."

"Haha, of course, I still have something to do."

"Then have you finished talking to my grandfather?" Xiaoqiang asked nervously.
To be continued...