The red Ferrari drove towards the other side of the city.
Aunt Hong was driving the car, and Zhou Yi was sitting in the passenger seat.
Huo Xiaoxi sat behind with a confused look on his face.
Aunt Hong first glanced at Huo Xiaoxi from the rearview mirror, then looked at Zhou Yi with beautiful eyes and asked, and the latter introduced:
"His name is Huo Xiaoxi, my friend, I deserve trust."
Then he turned around and introduced to Huo Xiaoxi: "Xiaoxi, this is my aunt Hong, and her name is...Ye Hongyu."
The reason why I paused at the name is that Ye Hongyu has another name, Qiye.
That’s right, Ye Hongyu is also one of the top ten disciples of Zhou Sect.
But she is usually active in Tiancheng, and she doesn't like the title of Qiye, and she prefers to show her name Ye Hongyu. Of course, her favorite name is "Aunt Hong".
But this is Zhou Yi’s exclusive title.
"Hong... Aunt Hong is good." Huo Xiaoxi said unnaturally. He is not good at communicating with women, especially beautiful women.
Ye Hongyu, who was driving, subconsciously frowned, and then smiled and said, "It turns out that he is the young master's friend. Just call me aunt, or call me Master Ye."
Master Ye? What a strange name.
But the young master... Huo Xiaoxi's heart moved. His immediate boss, the leader of the gentleman sword, Sixuan, always called Zhou Yi as the young master. This person is clearly Zhou Yi's aunt, why is he also called the young master? #@$&
This curiosity flashed through my heart. Huo Xiaoxi knew that Zhou Yi had many secrets, but he never took the initiative to inquire. At this time, he quickly changed his words and said, "Hello, the owner, I didn't expect that Brother Zhou's aunt was so young, I still
I almost thought it was his sister."
Hearing this, Ye Hongyu smiled and trembled.
Zhou Yi was a little helpless, but he was also a little curious about Ye Hongyu's appearance, because since he could remember, Ye Hongyu had grown like this, and it had not changed in more than ten years.
"Everything is fine in Tianyang? Last time I heard that Sixuan was accidentally killed by the bomb. So can I go back and take over the Junzi Sword and stay by the young master's side?" Ye Hongyu asked with beautiful eyes shining.
It seems that it doesn’t matter whether Sixuan dies or not has any relationship with her.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and said helplessly: "Sixuan just suffered some injuries, and it was not serious."%&(&
Speaking of which, the reason why Sixuan survived in the explosion when Shen Lang attacked the Junzi Sword was not even seriously injured was that the Cold-Breaking Sword played a very critical role.
After being promoted to the Grandmaster, Zhou Yi realized that the power of the sword was worthy of being a famous sword in the sword chart.
Ye Hongyu's pretty face showed a disappointment visible to the naked eye and muttered: "Even the bomb was not killed, it's so life."
Zhou Yi, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but rub his forehead. He had no choice but to Ye Hongyu's temper. Zhou Yi knew that with Ye Hongyu's ability, he was afraid that Sixuan would know before he could even know it.
But she has such a personality, she just likes to talk about the sarcastic words.
The top ten sects of Zhoumen are peerless geniuses in their own field, but their tempers are more weird than the other. If they are not easy to get along with, Ye Hongyu will definitely be in the top three.
While speaking, the red sports car slowly drove into a villa area. The villa area is quiet and there are various famous flowers and grass planted beside the main road. The value of these green plants is astronomical, and villas are reasonable.
Located in it.
Zhou Yi took a random look and found that in his estimate the value of this villa area is not inferior to that of Yunjingshan.
"Young Master, this is the place I have found for you to rest. If you are not satisfied, I will change it for you."
Ye Hongyu's car parked in front of a solemn villa.
Zhou Yi nodded: "The location here is good and the environment is also good. Thank you for your hard work." Although he wanted to live in his uncle's house, some things could not be discussed at his uncle's house, so he asked Ye Hongyu to give them.
Found a place to live.
Ye Hongyu smiled sweetly and said, "It's not hard to do things for the young master, it's not hard to do anything."
"Let's go in and rest for a while. I've investigated everything you asked me to investigate and I'll wait for you to come."
Zhou Yi was about to nod when his phone suddenly rang.
It's Ying Keming.
Zhou Yi signaled Ye Hongyu to be quiet and connected his cell phone. If Ye Hongyu made any strange sounds on the phone, he would jump into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it clearly.
"Xiao Zhou, where are you? You haven't gotten lost. Is your phone still a little power? Tell me the address quickly and I'll pick you up."
As soon as the phone was connected, Ying Keming's anxious voice came. He waited for a long time before waiting for Yang Guan to come back.
But he said he didn't receive it, which scared Ying Keming. He met Zhou Yi once a few years ago. At that time, Zhou Yi was a little stupid and his brain was not good enough. So in Ying Keming's opinion, Zhou Yi was alone.
When you come to Tiancheng, you may get lost if you are unfamiliar with the place.
"I'm fine. I just met a friend who was delayed and maybe missed the person you sent to pick me up."
"I know the address of my uncle's house, and then I will go there. I don't have to worry, uncle." Zhou Yi smiled.
He did not tell Yang Guan’s story, it was not that Zhou Yi was soft-hearted, but that he didn’t care.
Just a character that is not a character.
"This..." Hearing Zhou Yi's words, Ying Keming was silent for a while, as if he was hesitating. After a few breaths, a voice sounded: "That's right, there is no one at home now."
"It's time for Mo Mo's grandfather to celebrate his 70th birthday. Why don't you come to the hotel directly, it's just right for dinner."
Yang Momo, Ying Keming's daughter, and Luo Ning's cousin.
Take her mother's surname.
Zhou Yi nodded directly without any surprise: "Okay."
Then he wrote down the address and hung up his phone.
"Auntie is a friend, a woman of gender, is that your girlfriend?" Ye Hongyu didn't say anything just now. When Zhou Yi hung up his phone, his rosy little mouth raised and he immediately teased.
Although I haven't had in-depth exchanges with Ye Hongyu for several years, as the object of Ye Hongyu's teasing since childhood, Zhou Yi is almost immune to it, so his face remained unchanged:
"Stop messing with Aunt Hong. If you have time to talk about the things you investigated, take out the things I just asked you to buy first."
Ye Hongyu gave Zhou Yi a blank look and said with a humming voice: "It's boring, I really forgot my aunt after marrying my wife."
After saying that, she took out a paper bag from the car and handed it to Zhou Yi: "Look, it cost me a lot of money."
Zhou Yi took the paper bag and contained a white "mushroom" inside, and a corner of it rotted. It looked really not very good from the appearance, and it was the kind that no one could see when thrown on the roadside.
But as a great doctor and a great doctor, Zhou Yi, who has studied spiritual objects, knows that this is a "damaged" spiritual object.
A century-old Ganoderma lucidum.
Although it is the most common type of Ganoderma lucidum and the lowest level of spiritual objects, the white spirit is barely a hundred years old and its appearance is still missing, but spiritual objects are spiritual objects.
If you only touch these two words, the value will not be too low.
Just last time on the high-speed train, Zhou Yi learned from his aunt that the so-called old man was about to celebrate his birthday.
So he asked Ye Hongyu to prepare a gift for him in advance, which also represents his wish. Moreover, the gift prepared by Ye Hongyu is definitely not cheap, so he can complete his mother-in-law's task a little and let his uncle be in the family