"Mama Wang, whose car is this?" Zhuo Bufan asked suspiciously when he saw Mama Wang standing in the yard watering flowers and plants.
Wang Ma's face immediately showed a look of embarrassment, "Son-in-law, you are back, someone is here to invite the lady to the banquet..."
Zhuo Bufan frowned and walked into the living room. Sure enough, he saw a man in a suit standing straight inside, "Miss Ye, this matter was handed over to me by Mr. Wang, don't make me embarrassed, okay
Is it?"
"He and I are just high school classmates. Besides, I haven't had much contact after so many years, so I don't want to go." Ye Ziqin wore a sky blue T-shirt and white leggings. Because she has been studying yoga for many years, she has a convex body.
It is arranged, with a charming S-shaped curve, with a white Adidas baseball cap on its head, and a soft ponytail rippling behind its head.
The man didn't give up and said, "Miss Ye, when Mr. Wang comes back from overseas this time, he will soon be in the Jinling Military Region. He will carry two bars and one star on his shoulders, and there will always be a chance to get in touch in the future."
Ye Ziqin's carefully described eyebrows were tightly frowned, and her voice was still indifferent: "Please go back and tell you the major, I'm not free, I want to accompany my husband to his hometown."
"This..." Lu Zhuang looked embarrassed. Today he issued a military order to invite Miss Ye to attend Mr. Wang's celebration banquet. If Miss Ye does not agree, how could he go back and explain to Mr. Wang?
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang behind him: "Yezi, have you packed up? Let's go."
Lu Zhuang turned around and saw a young man wearing a green sportswear walking in from outside, with fine bangs and fair face, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Is this Ye Ziqin's cowardly husband Zhuo Bufan?
A sharp flashed in his eyes. This was Mr. Wang’s number one rival.
When Ye Ziqin saw Zhuo Bufan, her face was a little flustered, and she frowned and said, "You'd better go back. I won't attend any celebration banquet."
Lu Zhuang sighed in his heart. He couldn't use strong slap on Ye Ziqin, but going back like this would probably only make Young Master Wang angry. Then his eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan. It would be better to give this kid some bitterness.
"This should be Ms. Ye's husband, Mr. Zhuo?" Lu Zhuang turned to look at Zhuo Bufan, forbidden to walk over, and stretched out his palm: "Lu Zhuang, who had just graduated from the military academy, was immediately assigned to the Jinling Military Region and served as the position.
The post of first-class sergeant chief.”
Zhuo Bufan reached out and held it with him, "Zhuo Bufan, just graduated from high school."
As soon as the two shook hands, Zhuo Bufan felt a huge force coming from each other's palm. Lu Zhuang's eyes were filled with a faint smile, and he wanted to give Zhuo Bufan a little warning in front of Ye Ziqin.
Hey, but Lu Zhuang was suddenly surprised to find that no matter how powerful he used, Zhuo Bufan's expression was consistent.
Just when he was surprised, he suddenly felt a greater force coming from Zhuo Bufan's palm. The pinched his palm deformed, and the soreness caused by the joints rubbing together made him almost scream.
Zhuo Bufan then let go of his hand and said lightly: "Go back and tell Mr. Wang that Ye Zi is going to go back to his hometown with me to see my mother, and he has no time to pay attention to him."
"Okay, your lord...I...I will tell Mr. Wang." Lu Zhuang's face turned red in pain, covered his injured palm, and finished speaking word by word, turning around and leaving the living room.
"Zhuo Bufan, I...I didn't plan to go." Ye Ziqin's voice was soft and her moist eyes looked straight at Zhuo Bufan.
"Let's go, drive your car." Zhuo Bufan ignored her words and drove a white Audi A6L out in the garage. Three months ago, Ye Ziqin also drove the car and released him from the police station.
of.
Lu Zhuang went to a clinic and bandaged his palm, and the bone almost cracked. He was extremely depressed. He had obviously received strict training in the military academy, but his hand strength was not as strong as Zhuo Bufan.
When he arrived at the banquet hall on the first floor of the five-star hotel in "Wright Garden", he walked straight to a young man wearing military uniform with two short hair on his shoulders. The young man was talking.
Talk about flattery.
The young man smiled slightly, but his approachable attitude was as proud as a pride of the heroes. Seeing Lu Zhuang coming back alone, the young man frowned slightly, then nodded to everyone, walked to the side and said, "Ms. Ye."
Woolen cloth?"
"Miss Ye refused to come." Lu Zhuang lowered his head and said truthfully.
Wang Kulu held the crystal wine glass in his hand, with a faint smile on his lips, took a deep breath, and said lightly: "I have thought of it for a long time that her temperament has not changed as before. If she was willing to come, she would not be Ye Zi.
Qin, it’s not the woman that my king Kulei wants.”
Lu Zhuang hesitated and said, "Mr. Wang, but I saw Zhuo Bufan. They seemed to be preparing to return to Zhuo Bufan's hometown Qingzhou."
"Zhuo Bufan? Is that guy who has some martial arts to push our Wang family to the point of being unable to raise his head in Jinling?" Wang Kule narrowed his eyes, and a sharp luster flashed in his eyes.
"I have investigated that Zhuo Bufan has been very close to Chu Tian in the past three months, and has almost helped Chu Tian rule the underground strength of Jinling, and is known as the young king." Lu Zhuang said depressedly. He couldn't figure out that the boy had just graduated from high school.
Such a great ability.
Wang Kuru drank all the champagne in his hand and said calmly: "The underground forces are always unable to come to the table. When I ordered the command to arrive at the headquarters, it is Chu Tian and the others' death. I want to see what Zhuo Bufan has to do."
"Mr. Wang is right. They are just a group of shameful ants. How can they compare with Mr. Wang?" Lu Zhuang flattered.
At the same time, two women wearing glamorous and beautiful dresses and heavy makeup walked towards Wang Kuliu: "Mr. Wang, you are now a celebrity in our Jinling. You have served as the rank of major at a young age."
"Yes, we old classmates still have to benefit from you." Another woman said.
These two are Ye Ziqin's classmates Mou Yuexing and Song Yali. They were also classmates from the same high school as Wang Kule. Wang Kule looked at the two of them with a hint of disgust and said modestly: "Student Mou, Song is still a student.
My charm is still the same, I am just a gangster. If you praise me like this, I will be so arrogant."
Mou Yuexing said: "Mr. Wang is so modest and polite. When he pursued our class flower, Ye Ziqin, I really couldn't figure out why Ye Ziqin refused to agree."
"Yes? Why didn't I see Ye Ziqin? I didn't even come to Mr. Wang's celebration banquet. I'm so unworthy of Mr. Wang." Song Yali added fuel to the fire.
Wang Kule's face suddenly became a little gloomy, but he still maintained a gentlemanly smile.
After driving for two hours, when it was almost 11 o'clock in the afternoon, the Audi A6L finally entered the territory of Qingzhou and was about to see her mother. Under Zhuo Bufan's calm expression, his heart was ups and downs. It has been three hundred years, and finally