He was looking at this and that, but he didn't buy anything. He walked leisurely towards home. This shopping skill probably makes women scared when they see it, right? But Kong Hao didn't seem to be tired at all.
, and I have to admire him for staying strong.
Wang Hu used to be just a second-rate gangster. Naturally, he didn't have much exercise, so it wasn't difficult for him to kill someone. However, walking shopping like this made him a little tired and his back ached. He stopped to rub his hands from time to time.
Legs. Ye Qian was different. Langya's training often involved carrying dozens of kilograms and walking dozens of miles through forests and deserts. This trivial matter of shopping was naturally out of the question.
Kong Hao's home is in a dilapidated community, on the first floor. The cement tiles on the wall have peeled off a lot, which is ugly. Opening the door, Kong Hao glanced at Ye Qian, who was still following him.
After a pause, he said: "Come in and sit down!"
Of course, Ye Qian would not pretend to be polite at this time, otherwise he would be stupid. He said thank you and walked in. Wang Hu breathed a big sigh of relief and hurriedly followed in, not caring about his image.
Sitting on the ground, Ye Qian looked around. There wasn't much furniture in the room, but there were a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings. Ye Qian didn't know much about these things, so he didn't know whether they were true or false, but
I think most of them are fake.
There was only a shabby sofa and a coffee table in the living room of about twenty square meters, with a Kung Fu tea set on it. Kong Hao closed the door and walked in, sat down on the sofa, looked up at Ye Qian, and said: "Sit down
Let's go!" Then he started to boil water and make tea. Although the movements were slow, they were very rhythmic, as if a pianist was playing the piano.
Ye Qian didn't bother him, but just watched quietly. Wang Hu watched eagerly, his throat was so dry that it was smoking, but looking at Kong Hao's posture, he really didn't know when he would be able to drink it.
Shui's pitiful appearance is a bit painful to see.
Kong Hao made three cups of tea, made a "please" gesture, and said: "Tea please!" As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Hu couldn't wait to pick up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. Unfortunately, a little water could not solve the problem at all.