At around eight o'clock, Xiao Feng, who had handled some trivial matters, took the fat man out of the villa.

As for trivial matters, it is to eat breakfast, exercise your muscles, chat with a few beauties, etc. It sounds simple, but it is quite troublesome to do. It has not been until now.

"Fatty, the little wolf is fine." Xiao Feng turned his head to look at the fat man and asked with a smile.

The fat man grinned: "I just called him and had the surgery."

"Haha..." Xiao Feng said nothing but smile.

"Damn it, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple." The fat man said depressedly.

Xiao Feng took out a cigarette, took out one, and threw it to the fat man: "That's right, alas, how did I know you know the old guy, fat man, you won't blame Wuhuan, right?"

"Why, the situation last night was so easy to beat like this." The fat man lit a cigarette and began to suck the clouds and smog.

"Hahaha." Xiao Feng laughed loudly, holding a cigarette in his mouth, stepped on the accelerator hard, shuttled through the traffic, and drove towards Taohua Hutong.

I have to say that traffic jams in big cities are really fatal, especially at 8 o'clock, which is definitely a rush hour for work. It's so hard to get in, like constipation.

When encountering this situation, even Schumacher would probably have to sigh and scold him, "fuck" when he encountered this situation. Xiao Feng drove forward slowly with the traffic.

It was an hour's drive, but it took nearly two hours to get to Taohua Hutong. Xiao Feng got on the viaduct and ran the short-distance expressway to save time. Although young people have a lot of time to squander, they can't squander in traffic jams.

When Ferrari drove into Taohua Hutong, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. This place was definitely a paradise for the city. There was no more wine, lights and no more noise... Xiao Feng slowed down his car, and he didn't want to break the tranquility of Taohua Hutong.

"So Mr. Jing lives here." The fat man sighed and patted his forehead: "I should have thought of it long ago."

"Why, you don't know where he lives." Xiao Feng asked in surprise.

The fat man shook his head: "I don't know, but I've been looking for it all the time. Oh, if I hadn't met you, I would probably not be able to find him in a while."

"Oh." Xiao Feng nodded and said nothing more. After all, if Mr. Jing could let him come, it means he was 'his own person'.

Ferrari slowly stopped at the entrance of a house, with the vermilion gate and shiny copper rings... all showing the ancient times.

Xiao Feng was about to get off the car when his cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and looked at it, showing a smile: "Hey, A Tian."

"Haha, Brother Feng, it's great to hear your voice."

"Go to you, it seems like I'm dead." Xiao Feng cursed with a smile, thought of something, and asked, "Young people helped solve it."

"Well, it was blood last night. Brother Feng, I guess someone will be stabbed to the police station. You have to help you push it down."

Xiao Feng raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Well, I'll leave it to me. I'll say hello to Liu Hua in advance. Don't worry, with Xia Changchun supporting Tianmen, the police are just some decorations."

"Where are you? Come out to drink." Huo Tian's voice relaxed a lot.

Xiao Feng looked up at the sun hanging in the sky and said speechlessly: "Boy, what kind of wine should you drink in the morning? Be careful about the wine and color. Don't empty your body. When you are fine, let Wuhuan teach you some kung fu, authentic Chinese kung fu."

"Okay, don't teach me a lesson. I'll go stance later. Okay, let's hang up first. Oh, Mutou said, he will give you his cell phone."

Xiao Feng rolled his eyes: "Yeah, I'm hanging up." After that, he hung up the phone.

"Haha, I really envy you for having brothers in life and death." The fat man was a person who had rolled on the battlefield, so he could naturally see through the brotherhood of Xiao Feng and Huo Tian and others.

Xiao Feng glanced at the fat man and smiled: "What are you envious? Don't you?"

When the fat man heard Xiao Feng's words, the smile on his face disappeared, and a trace of grief flashed, "Yes, but they are all dead. Xiaolang's father blocked thirteen bullets for me. Oh, I won't say it."

Xiao Feng also sighed. He was a person in the circle and could understand the fat man's mood. He patted the fat man on the shoulder: "Sorry, fat man, it reminds you of sad things."

"It's okay, let's go, let's see Mr. Jing." The fat man shook his head and forced a smile.

Xiao Feng and the fat man got out of the car and pushed open the red lacquer gate. What caught his eye was the old locust tree in the yard, which had already become towering and lush with branches and leaves.

"Old guy, we are here." Xiao Feng slapped the bark when he was passing by the old locust tree. This old locust tree was his childhood companion.

"Call Cheng He Titong, come in." Old Jing's voice came from the main house.

Xiao Feng shrugged and walked towards the main house with the fat man. As soon as he entered the house, he smelled a trace of tea fragrance, refreshing his heart.

"Wow, old guy, where did you make good tea?" Xiao Feng took a deep breath, enjoying his face.

Mr. Jing sat next to the middle table, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, and was pouring water into the teacup. He didn't raise his head and snorted: "Boy, don't make any random decisions. Last time you stole my stone monkey picks, I haven't settled the score with you yet."

"All right, old guy, that's the old calendar from which year it was, why did it come out again?" Xiao Feng quickly walked to the table, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it down.

Xiao Feng's actions made Mr. Jing very angry: "You, are you trashing me? Is this the way you drink tea?"

"Why are you drinking? You've got it in your stomach anyway, hehe." Xiao Feng let out a breath of heat and sat on the chair.

Old Jing turned his eyes on Xiao Feng, and simply ignored him and looked at the fat man at the door: "Boy, why are you standing at the door? Do you want me to come and invite you?"

The fat man is in his thirties and is now called a boy. Not only does he feel any awkward, but his eyes turn red: "Old Jing." After saying that, he kneels on the ground with a thud.

The fat man's actions scared Xiao Feng. Why did he kneel down silently? But when he thought that he had just returned, he had kneeled for Mr. Jing. Xiao Feng did not kneel up to the sky or down to the ground. He grew up so big that he could kneel down willingly.

"Get up." Old Jing withdrew his gaze from the fat man's face and said lightly.

The fat man shook his head vigorously, his fat body trembled, moved his legs on the ground, and came to Mr. Jing: "Mr. Jing, I finally look for you."

"Well, I'll go to the bathroom and you guys chat slowly." Xiao Feng drank another cup of tea, stood up and went out.

Xiao Feng originally thought that the fat man and Mr. Jing must have had some friendship, but seeing this situation now, it is obviously not as simple as friendship. Otherwise, how could he behave like that? Although he was curious, he chose to avoid it, leaving room for the two of them.

Xiao Feng took out a cigarette, lit one, took a deep breath. He raised his left hand and touched the droplets of water on his neck. His parents still had no clues, and his sister also misunderstood him in every way. Call her in the afternoon. It has been enough time for him to calm her down.

Xiao Feng thought of Liao Na, and naturally thought of Jing Beier. Why didn’t she come back? Tokyo, it is a paradise for men. She is a girl, so what can I do to play with? Slowly, Lin Lin, Huo Wu, Han Shuang... all appeared in his thoughts. Alas, there are many headaches, how to deal with it.

After the concert is over and I go to Mount Tai for a walk, it’s time to go to Yanjing. I guess Lao Wang can’t wait to do everything quickly. If Zhuge Buliang takes over the power, will he have his own way of living?

Xiao Feng was immersed in random thoughts. After a while, the sound from the gate woke him up in thought. He looked up at the gate and saw an old man coming in from outside, carrying a bag in his hand.

Xiao Feng looked at the old man a few times. He was well-dressed, rosy, gray hair, and a gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He looked like an old professor in college. It seems that this is the old guy's friend again, it's not right. He knows all the old guy's friends.

Thinking of this, Xiao Feng stood up and walked towards the old man: "Hello, old man, who are you looking for?"

"I'm here to find Mr. Jing. You are Xiao Feng, we're on the phone." The old man looked at Xiao Feng with a smile.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, and on the phone, he was a little familiar with the voice... Ah, it was him, Xiao Feng remembered that he was the old man selling blood jade fire phoenix. Although he had never seen a real person before, his voice was the same.

"I remember it, haha, young man, it's good to remember the last name."

Xiao Feng cursed in his heart, "Damn it, look at your dress, you're like a beast in a dress. You're tempted by your seniority and make me angry. I'll still slap you. This is not that Xiao Feng disrespects the old man, but that he was so angry that he was so angry by this old man.

However, even though she cursed in her heart, Xiao Feng's face was full of smiles: "Haha, I'm very honored to see you. My grandfather is talking about things inside, I'll take you there."

"Young man, secretly cursing people in his heart, is not a three-good young man." The old man said with a smile.

"..." Xiao Feng's shock was imaginable. Damn, how did he know?

Special abilities, mind reading skills, gossip. As a generation born in a new society and growing up under the Red Banner, we never believe in this thing. If there are really any special abilities, mind reading skills, it would be amazing.

"Young man, this is not a mind reading technique." The old man held his glasses and said with a smile.

"..." Xiao Feng had the urge to go crazy and almost couldn't help but slap him.

Just as Xiao Feng was sweating coldly, Mr. Jing’s voice came from the house: “Come in.”

The old man didn't look at Xiao Feng anymore, and walked towards the main house with the box. Behind him, Xiao Feng raised his middle finger: Damn, I despise you.

"Don't raise your middle finger behind me, that would be very rude." The old man paused and said without looking back.

Xiao Feng withdrew his hand awkwardly and greeted the old man's ancestors again in his heart. Damn, this old man is so scary. The hallucination must be an hallucination. He shook his head hard and walked towards the main house.

Just as he was about to enter the main house, he suddenly noticed the window next to the main house, grass, and mind reading techniques. Damn, it turned out that it was reflected by glass, so that the old guy could see the middle finger.
Chapter completed!