"In my bag!!" I said speechlessly. She didn't care about my life or death, she only cared about her gryphon.
No, why did he become her gryphon? I obviously caught it!
"Really?" she exclaimed happily, "Great, remember to give it to me when it goes online tomorrow!"
I feel a little aggrieved, this eldest lady... "How can you so naturally assume that this griffon is yours?"
She said very naturally and confidently: "Of course, I found it first!"
"But, I caught it!"
"I discovered it first..."
"I caught it!" I emphasized again.
"I found it and you caught it for me, so it's still mine! Are you embarrassed that you, a grown man, are arguing with a girl?"
I was immediately speechless, "Okay, I can't tell you."
"Hehe, it would have been better if I had done this earlier! I wanted to treat you to KFC, but it was too late! I'd rather treat you to breakfast tomorrow!"
I'm dizzy. If you don't want to invite me, don't say it. When I think about it, I feel a little hungry again. The consumption in the game can actually affect reality. It's really a bunker.
"Are you going to be so cruel? Deliberately arouse my appetite!"
"Hey, if you want to eat, just take a taxi here. I ordered home delivery, what should I do? I ordered too much and couldn't finish it!" Miss Ren said deliberately teasing me.
I was torn: Should I take a taxi there just for a pair of fried chicken wings?
It's not like Mu Xue's place, where you have a BMW when you go out. Shangguan Wan'er usually doesn't go out at all except to go to school for two classes, and the school is next door, so she doesn't even need transportation tools.
However, in the end I decided that I wanted chicken wings even if I didn’t care about moral integrity.
I walked out of the door cautiously. There was still a hint of coolness after the typhoon in the air, and the originally dirty and messy Student Street turned out to be much cleaner after the typhoon hit for a night. Walking on the bumpy cement road, the cold dust
The water reflects the clear glow of the moon and colorful neon lights.
Even though it is already past one o'clock in the morning, the student street is still lively. For these energetic young people, the nightlife really starts at one o'clock in the morning.
Most of the street stalls and shops are filled with tables of young people of all shapes and sizes, drinking and chatting, filled with all kinds of emotions and joy. I think it was the same when we graduated from college.
Table after table, dozens of people gathered around to lament their respective lives.
After graduation, everyone went their separate ways. There were not many opportunities to get together, and even fewer to drink and chat together.
In the first six months after graduation, we classmates who stayed in the same city could still get together from time to time. However, as the pressure in everyone's lives increased, we got together less and apart more often. Even in just two years, we were already very distant.
Contact less.
Now, they are just like us in the past. In school, it is like there is a huge invisible protective umbrella, which helps you filter out the direct pressure from society. You can choose to escape and choose to live happily, or even choose to dance every night and get drunk every day.
However, once you leave campus, no matter how decadent your life has been or how unrestrained your life has been, you must face and bear the heavy burden that society places on your shoulders.
To put it bluntly, you need to be rich!
Those who can grab a bottle of wine and complain at this time and place are usually not very rich guys.
I sighed as I walked non-stop through the noisy Student Street and arrived at Daxue Street. Compared to the Student Street, it seemed a bit deserted. There was no need for those famous brand clothing stores, leather goods stores and boutiques to stay open so late.
Only the "Angry Birds" adult products store with orange lights at the intersection still had some obscene young people sneaking in and out after looking around.
I was waiting for the bus on the side of the road. At this time, a bright yellow Lamborghini drove past quickly and passed through the water on the road.
Wipe, luckily I dodge quickly, otherwise I would have been splashed all over my body.
It’s great to have money! Be careful and kill you in a car accident!
I looked down and saw that there was still some dirty water on my clothes. I was about to go back and change when a taxi stopped.
No matter, get in the car.
"Master, go to this place!" I gave the driver the address I copied down, and the driver's face turned pale. "Young man, where are you going so late?"
I was a little confused, but I didn't think about anything else, because my shoelaces were loose and I got splashed with water. I felt unhappy and said, "Look at my friends! Drive!"
The driver wanted to say something, but ended up driving without saying anything.
So I leaned down to tie my shoelaces. At this time, the driver suddenly braked suddenly and my head accidentally hit the front seat, which hurt me to death.
I rubbed my head and sat up. The driver turned back to look at me with a pale face.
"What are you doing? How do you drive?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the driver apologized quickly, rubbing his sore eyes, and then turned around and muttered: "It's weird? I didn't see it just now!"
Really, I didn’t even say a word about braking. I thought to myself, and leaned over to tie my shoelaces again. As a result, before the driver even took two steps, another emergency brake came on.
I wipe! My head.
The driver's face showed an extremely frightened expression: "You..." Then he turned his head and looked at the rearview mirror, then looked at me, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
I was annoyed, "What the hell are you! I can't even tie my shoelaces! I have a concussion, are you going to pay for it?" Then I leaned over and tied my shoelaces.
But the driver still fearfully turned back and drove slowly, muttering: "MD, you scared me to death! I thought it was... Bah, bah, white people can't say that people can't say that at night!"
After this time, the driver was finally in peace. I'm sorry he didn't see me in the rearview mirror twice just now, thinking it was...hehe. Comrades, for the sake of your heads, you really can't tie your shoelaces when you get in the car.
The car slowly drove out of the city, and the surrounding construction industry gradually evolved from high-end office buildings of twenty or thirty floors to small shopping malls of five or six floors.
The lady from the National People's Congress said that her home was in the suburbs and was a very large manor. The manor had an indoor swimming pool, a golf course, a sauna, and everything else. After hearing this, I felt very excited and wanted to go get a massage.
He closed his eyes slightly and finally dozed off.
"Hey, little brother, we're here!" The driver shook me up with a not-so-good look on his face, "The total is forty-nine and eighty cents!"
I gave him a fifty-fifty note and said, "No need to look for it!" I could finally say this boldly, and I felt very happy.
When I opened the car door, I was a little dumbfounded. This was really a suburban area with barren mountains and mountains.
I was just about to ask the driver if I had pulled the car in the wrong place, but the driver couldn't wait to step on the accelerator and run away in a flash.
I looked around, and on the right side there was what looked like a park gate. There were two large stone pillars with coiled dragons, and a horizontal plaque on them that read "Phoenix Garden". It was very majestic and domineering.
I couldn't help but sigh: Gee, rich people are rich people, and the places they live in are particularly spacious and domineering. I guess they have bought the entire mountain.
Look at the front door of the house. Not only can it be described with a big character, but there is also a row of particularly sentimental stone stairs leading up to the mountain. However, there are a few street lights and it looks hazy.
I called Miss Ren, "Hey, I'm here! How to get there?"
Miss Ren tried her best to hold back her laughter and said, "Have you seen the stone stairs? Go straight up the stone stairs!"
I asked a little suspiciously: "Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing, I'm watching "Graveyard"!"
"That's a horror movie! But why do you feel like you're laughing like you're watching a comedy movie?"
"Well, it's a horror movie. But I watched it as a comedy!"
I'm totally confused. Can this be viewed as a comedy?
