Li Shaozheng was drinking to his heart's content, and there were people sitting around him who Bai Yinzhou didn't know. Saying these words rashly would only bring injustice to his comrades.
A few hours later.
The meal ended with many questions from Bai Yinzhou.
Li Shao drunkenly leaned on Bai Yinzhou, and after sending the others into the car one by one, he straightened up, turned to Bai Yinzhou with a clear mind, and said, "Brother, why don't you sleep with me tonight? I feel like there are a lot of things I haven't said.
Tell you."
Bai Yinzhou saw that Li Shao was not drunk at all after drinking so much wine. He lamented that his comrade had changed too much. At the same time, he thought that the other party must have something to say to him, so he did not refuse.
But on the way, when he looked at Li Shao's expensive high-end suit, he couldn't help but raise his doubts in advance, but he said it more tactfully.
"How have you been these past few years?"
Li Shao has been in shopping malls for a long time and has never been in contact with anyone. Naturally, he immediately understood what Bai Yinzhou meant. He looked sideways out of the window with an expression that looked like he had experienced the vicissitudes of time, deep and tired.
"It's bad, that's all. These days, fewer and fewer people believe in metaphysics, and they only look for scientific explanations when something goes wrong, which has led to a severe run on our industry. Only in the eyes of those rich people,
When you become more valuable, you know how to cherish your life, and you know how to be afraid of death, then you want to satisfy your greed by doing things that science can't do."
He casually lit a cigarette, took two deep puffs, and slowly smoked it out through his nostrils, "Not long ago, I just met a friend, and I took a few orders in private to change my fortune. I have this in my hand."
I have some savings.”
Today's drink was brought to him by an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time. He knew that Bai Yinzhou was relying on the Bai family and wanted to win over him. Normally, he would be reluctant to drink it.
Bai Yinzhou sighed, and couldn't help but recall that when he and Li Shao were in the desert, they were bitten by poisonous substances and suffered numerous wounds in order to save a girl. Even in the nearly 50-degree temperature, he never had the memory of giving up on saving people.
If it were anyone else, he would believe the saying on the Internet that 'men become evil when they have money.
Taking the lives of innocent people.
——
After Wen Yang walked out of the hospital, thunder and lightning crashed down from above his head.
In an instant, raindrops started falling without any warning, but the strange thing was that it only rained about 20 centimeters below Wenyang's feet. The rest of the place was dry and refreshing, as if God was deliberately playing tricks on Wenyang.
Mo Xun looked at the unreasonable phenomenon in front of him and looked at Wen Yang in silence.
He and Wen Yang were standing side by side just now, so they inevitably got a little wet, but when they were a little further away, they found that they couldn't get wet anymore.
Fortunately, there was no one on the road, otherwise this incredible scene would be in tomorrow's newspapers.
"Do you need me to buy you an umbrella?"
As a result, Mo Xun regretted it as soon as he asked this question.
Wen Yang took out a gossip bag from nowhere, took out an oil-paper umbrella with ink painting style, and gently held it up.
The oil-paper umbrella was filled with Buddhist inscriptions. The moment it was opened, Mo Xun felt a powerful force tearing at his soul and stood a few steps away.
"Your umbrella..."
"Not for sale."
Wen Yang deliberately misunderstood what he meant and walked in the rain holding an umbrella. She walked leisurely, with long black hair flying, and the scenery was as beautiful as poetry and painting. It didn't look like she was being punished by heaven at all, but she really looked like a beauty from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
The artistic conception has arrived.
Mo Xun: "..."
He followed Wen Yang, accompanying her through the stone alleys, turning around Jianghai Night Market, and listening to the sound of ancient bells that had accumulated over time.
When he returned to the convenience store, he miraculously found that the dark cloud above Wen Yang's head had finally dispersed.
But she is still bound by the bond of cause and effect.
"With this cause and effect, I'm afraid you won't be able to become a god."
Mo Xun crossed his arms and spoke calmly.
Wen Yang yawned sleepily, and while walking towards the hotel, he lazily replied, "...Why are you so anxious? With the three drops of ghost tears I got from Liu Shulan, I now have four drops in my hand. It's done."
Half of it.”
She probably has a plan for the remaining half and is bound to win it.
With Meng Po's Eight Tears and several other things, the day when he becomes a god and goes to heaven to settle accounts with his master is just around the corner.
at night.
Dimly, Wen Yang heard the phone ring.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and fumbled for her phone on the bed. After getting used to the bright light, she found a message from Feng Lingche.
Two short words, but they contain all the lovesickness of the man far away in the imperial capital.
[Good night]
Wen Yang thought for a while and dialed the phone directly.
"Did you wear the ring properly around your neck?" She had just woken up, her voice was as soft and soft as a kitten's, and she didn't even know it.
Feng Family Group.
Feng Lingche sat behind the desk, wearing a black shirt that almost blended into the dark night. His cold eyebrows slowly relaxed as the girl's sweet voice sounded like borneol, and his eyes became dark.
"Never picked it off."
A familiar voice came from the phone receiver. It was low, with a clear sound quality, and it was magnetic and pleasant.
Wen Yang curled her eyes and smiled, "You're so good," she couldn't help but tell him, "You must take your medicine on time and don't stay up late all the time."
"……good."
Feng Lingche felt the petals on the ring rubbing against her chest and felt a slight itch. Her eyes fell on the phone, wanting to hear the girl share the trivial daily things with each other like other couples.
But Wen Yang said little, so he had to ask first, "How is Liu Shulan's affairs going?"
"She's dead."
Feng Lingche already knew this. Although he didn't understand mystical arts, he also knew that if a stranger changed his lifespan, the caster would definitely suffer backlash. He couldn't help but clench his fingers and said, "What about you, will you be affected?"
Only then did Wen Yang realize that Feng Lingche was asking how she was doing. She paused briefly and said in a gentle tone, "The punishment from Heaven will not affect me yet, so don't worry."
Just when I was about to ask Feng Lingche why he was still up so late, I heard Jiang Ci's submissive voice coming from the other end of the phone, "Lord Buddha, you need to sign this project document."
Wen Yang was stunned for a few seconds, took the phone away from his ear, and looked at the time, "It's past 2 o'clock, are you still working overtime at the company?"
From the moment Jiang Ci came in, Feng Lingche wanted to remind him not to make any noise. Now seeing that Wen Yang found out that he couldn't stop him, he had no choice but to glance at Jiang Ci with a dead look in his eyes and motioned for him to get out before whispering.
Explained, "I still have some things to do."
Afraid that Wen Yang would be angry, he added, "Try to take it home and make it in the future."
The next day, Jiang Ci woke up from his sleep anxiously and turned on his phone.
Sure enough, I received a dispatch task to supervise the construction site.
Jiang Ci:...wuwuwu, who in the family understands!