Every word and every sentence seems to contain an element of seduction.
"Ahem, why did your father ask you to find me?"
Jiang He's face turned red and he changed the subject.
"Father said that Mr. Jiang, you are a rare talent among the young generation in the capital, so he sent Meijun to seduce you and make you the son-in-law of the Feng family."
After saying that, Liu Meijun shook off her fur coat.
The tender and white shoulders were exposed.
Liu Meijun's charming eyes looked straight at the river, like a flower for you to pick.
Jiang He quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
He is also a man, and he is afraid that he will be impulsive and do something sorry for Lin Chuxue.
"Ahem, stop talking nonsense. If you are okay, I will go back."
Having said that, Jiang He was about to get off the bus.
"No, okay, I won't mess around with you anymore. Father told me that he has news about Wugen Shui."
"Um?"
Jiang He's eyes lit up and he looked at Liu Meijun.
Seeing that Jiang He was so interested in Wugen Shui but turned a blind eye to herself, Liu Meijun felt a little angry.
What a stupid head.
"Father said that rootless water comes from spiritual trees, so if you want to get rootless water, you must first find a spiritual tree that meets the conditions."
"At the very least, it must be a spiritual tree that is over five thousand years old."
Jiang He touched his chin and said, "In other words, your father now has news about the spiritual tree?"
"clever."
Liu Meijun nodded.
"Take me there now." Jiang He couldn't wait.
"You can go, but you have to make an agreement first. The owner of that spiritual tree has a weird temper. Don't get angry then."
Liu Meijun gave Jiang He a vaccination in advance.
Jiang He nodded slightly, but he didn't take Liu Meijun's words to heart.
Liu Meijun drove and drove Jiang He out of the capital.
After more than an hour, the car arrived at the suburbs.
On both sides of the road, there were gradually fewer and fewer people, and what came into view was a village.
There are not many people living in the village, only a few dozen families, but there are a lot of vehicles coming and going, and you even have to queue up at the entrance of the village to enter.
Soon, it was Liu Meijun's turn.
The person in charge of collecting fees looked like a simple-looking villager.
"Toll, one hundred yuan!"
After hearing this, Jiang He's brows suddenly frowned.
A hundred yuan for a toll? A normal toll of ten or twenty yuan is already prohibitive, but such a small village dares to charge a toll of one hundred yuan.
And it seems that it is not a public toll booth, but a toll booth built privately by rural people.
"Do you have a toll permit? A hundred yuan for toll? Isn't this too dark?" Jiang He said with a frown.
After hearing this, the villager said impatiently: "Without a certificate, you can sue wherever you like! Without a hundred yuan, even the gods can't help you!"
The attitude of the villagers was extremely perfunctory and they had no service attitude at all.
Jiang He glanced forward and saw a dozen gangsters with equipment sitting on the roadside at the entrance of the village. Seeing the conflict at the toll booth, they looked at it with evil eyes.
Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, Liu Meijun quickly said: "We have paid the toll!"
After saying that, Liu Meijun took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the villager.
After collecting the money, the villager impatiently pressed the remote control and raised the toll lever.