There were several people standing around the car. They were in suits and short hair. Their faces were sharp and angular. They were wearing sunglasses. They looked majestic, just like in "The Matrix". They had bulging waists that were hidden at a glance.

thing.

The same clothes and the same hairstyle can easily remind people of multiple births per mother. Of course, this is impossible because family planning does not allow it.

Just as Wang Bu was about to step forward, he was stopped by someone. It was none other than Uncle Zhang just now. "Young man, we are going back, so there is no need to bother seeing you off."

There was a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, but there was an undeniable meaning in his tone.

Wang Bushit felt very unhappy when he heard it, but he didn't show it. He looked at Uncle Zhang without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhang Jinghui hurriedly walked back, took Wang BuSing's arm, and said to Uncle Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, this is Wang BuSing. Without him, I might have died." Then she pointed at the Qian brothers and sisters.

, and then said: "Including them."

The Qian brothers and sisters nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Zhang, if it were not for my immortal brother, you would most likely not be able to see me." After saying that, Qian Duoduo still looked like he was crying.

After listening, Zhang Bo was slightly thoughtful.

Zhang Jinghui then introduced Wang Busheng: "He is Uncle Zhang, an old man in our family." There was a sense of loneliness in her tone.

Uncle Zhang is an old man in his family. He has followed his grandfather since he was a child. He is worried that Wang Busheng will be unreasonable to him. Of course, Zhang Jinghui will not allow Wang Busheng to be wronged.

Uncle Zhang began to think deeply, and he felt that the name was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't figure out who it was for a while, so he didn't say much. He stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you, young man."

Although the old man was a little unreasonable just now, he is old and is qualified to put on airs. This is the tradition of the Ming Empire and it is understandable. So Wang Busheng also stretched out his hand: "Hello, uncle, I am Wang Busheng. The king of bastards."

, immortality that lasts for thousands of years.”

"Your name is very domineering." Uncle Zhang said with a smile on his face and secretly exerting force on his hands.

Feeling the force coming from the other party's hand, Wang Busui was amused. The old man was really playing children's games. He slowly used the force with a smile on his face. "Uncle Zhang's name is very heartwarming."

ah".

"Oh, yes, thank you for the compliment." Feeling the strength of Wang Busheng's hand, Zhang Bo pressed hard again.

"You're welcome," Wang Bushui also began to increase his strength, but his expression was unfazed.

Uncle Zhang only felt that the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger. He had used all his strength, but the other party did not look tired at all. The strength was still increasing little by little. This kid had a few moments, but he still had to pretend on his face.

The clouds are calm and the wind is gentle, only you know the suffering.

See the two people holding hands tightly.

Zhang Jinghui asked curiously, "Why are you holding on for so long? You two knew each other before."

Seeing Zhang Jinghui talking, the two of them didn't want to hold hands anymore. They both let go of their hands. Uncle Zhang's face also improved a lot. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that as long as the other party exerted a little more force, he would be very good.

Maybe this hand is useless.

"Haha, I haven't seen him before, but seeing how friendly Wang Busheng looks, I always want to get closer to him." He put his hand behind his back and moved it a few times to relieve the pain. Uncle Zhang smiled stupidly, but his smile didn't look kind.

The feeling is similar to Zhong Kui's.

"Yes, seeing Uncle Zhang is like seeing my grandpa. I can't control my admiration. Moreover, hehe, Uncle Zhang's hands are so tender." Wang Bushit said with a smile, but his smile was even more sinister.

meaning.

Uh, okay, I was teased. Uncle Zhang smiled helplessly. After living for so long, this was the first time someone talked to him like this. He really wanted to go up and teach this kid a lesson, teach him how to behave, what is it like to have an old man in the family?

What does it mean to respect the old and love the young when there is a treasure? He just thought about it and forgot about it. He was afraid that the effect would be reversed and he would be the one who was taught a lesson.

No longer paying attention to Wang Busheng, Uncle Zhang said, "Miss, we should go back, the master is already waiting impatiently."

"Oh, I know," Zhang Jinghui replied. She looked at Wang Busheng, with expectation on her face, and asked, "Wang Busheng, will you come with us?"

Wang Busi thought for a while, shook his head and refused: "No, I have something else to do."

Seeing such a huge battle, one knew that Zhang Jinghui's family background was unusual. There was no need for two people with very different statuses to interact too closely, otherwise they would both get hurt. Although Wang Busheng had always been carefree, as if he didn't care about anything, even his own little one.

The temple was burned down, but he only punished Li Zheng and did nothing to him. But Wang Bushi knew in his heart that cats follow their own paths and mice follow their own paths, and he could only follow his own path.

After hearing Wang Busheng's words, Zhang Jinghui's disappointed expression was written on her face.

Qian Duoduo also stepped forward to persuade him: "Brother Immortal, just come with us, and I will treat you to delicious food then."

When he heard about the delicious food, Wang Busui was moved, but when he thought about it, he still didn't know where to beg for food. He endured the glares from others, fought with dogs for food, and hid in the corner shivering from the cold. He had no money to stay in a hotel.

Wang Busui felt a little heartbroken because he had no money to buy medicine. It is difficult for a lazy person like Lao Busheng to survive in society.

Wang Bushi shook his head and refused: "Let's wait until we have the opportunity in the future."

Seeing this, Uncle Zhang stepped forward and said, "Miss, it's time for us to leave."

Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo also got into the car without saying anything more.

Zhang Jinghui looked at Wang Budie and felt very uncomfortable. There was something she wanted to say, but she knew that she shouldn't say it, so she could only hold back. She turned back step by step, got into the car slowly, rolled down the window, and looked at

The king will never die.

Wang Busheng also looked at Zhang Jinghui, with this charming face, feeling a little sad in his heart, and waved his hand.

Uncle Zhang patted Wang Busheng on the shoulder and said, "Young man, see you later."

After saying that, he got into the car, started the car, and drove away slowly.

Wang Busheng faced Uncle Zhang's back and cursed: "You old glass, who will give you a chance to be destined?"

Thinking about what happened in the past few days, just like the movie version, Wang Busheng wanted to smile bitterly, saying that fate was playing tricks on people.

Looking at the dust brought up by the butt of the car, Wang Busui suddenly thought of something. Damn it, all he had in his body was the fifty taels of banknotes that could still be used, and the rest were like waste paper. Seeing that Zhang Jing had so many cars at home, he asked her

You should be able to borrow some money without having to pay it back.

Ever since, there was a scene like this. A car was driving in front, and a person was chasing after him desperately. Dust and car exhaust were floating on the person's face.

Zhang Jinghui saw Wang Busheng chasing him from the rear mirror. A smile appeared on Zhang Jinghui's face, but then it dimmed. She said she wanted to take him away just now, but she said it in a moment of excitement. Even if she took him home, she would still be

What could he do, what could he do, what would his family think, and how would he explain it to his grandfather? Unanswerable questions lingered in Zhang Jinghui's mind.

Seeing Wang Budie who was still chasing after him desperately, Zhang Jinghui finally made up his mind and said: "Stop the car."

The driver stepped on the brakes and stopped immediately. Uncle Zhang, who had been observing silently, sighed in his heart. As an old man, he eats more salt than young people eat rice. Naturally, it can be seen from his young lady’s face that

Something happened, but this was not something that Uncle Zhang could solve. Seeing Zhang Jinghui open the car door and run out of the car, Uncle Zhang could only attribute all this to God's will.

Seeing the convoy stopped, Wang Busui finally felt relieved, and the car finally stopped. Even though he was a master, his physical strength was still not as good as the car. Wang Busui was worried that if he kept running like this, he would not be able to survive.

If you are exhausted, you will suffer from heatstroke first.

The sun was shining brightly, and the flying dust and yellow sand drowned Wang Busheng. It also covered up Zhang Jinghui who ran back.

Without too many words, Zhang Jinghui hugged Wang Bushit tightly, not caring about Wang Bushit's dusty clothes and the stains on his face caused by sweating. Wang Bushit was stunned by this scene, wow.

, what's going on? Could it be that Zhang Jinghui wanted to take advantage of herself? Humph, how could this be possible? It's wrong to take advantage of others. Pushing her away, Wang Busheng was afraid that Zhang Jinghui would cry because of his thin skin. In order to prevent himself from suffering a loss, Wang Busidian just

Neng returned the favor in his own way and hugged Zhang Jinghui tightly.

Feeling the feminine fragrance exuding from Zhang Jinghui's body and her slender neck right next to his mouth, Wang Busheng wanted to take a bite.

The two stood motionless in the dust for a long time, like sculptures, and the falling dust slowly turned them into sculptures.

Finally, Zhang Jinghui felt that Wang Busui's strength was getting stronger and stronger, and it was difficult to breathe. She pushed Wang Busui away with difficulty, took out a pen and wrote a series of numbers on Wang Busui's hand, and said: "This is my private number.

If you go to Songjiang Prefecture, you can call me."

After saying that, he ran back to the car as fast as he could, with a blush on his face. He was more expecting in his heart. Fortunately, the dust was quite heavy, so no one could see clearly what happened.

"Let's go".

Upon hearing the order, the driver started the car and quickly disappeared into the distance.

Looking out the window, letting the breeze blow on her face, Zhang Jinghui felt both joy and worry in her heart.

Uncle Zhang, who had been watching Zhang Jinghui, was also lost in thought, shaking his head from time to time.

Wang Busheng was still there in a daze, recalling the touch of softness on Zhang Jinghui's chest, Wang Busheng kept giggling from time to time.

Could it be that this was the rhythm of confession? He didn't expect that he would be chased from behind. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but finally laughed loudly, startling the birds and beasts on the roadside.

Suddenly, Wang Busui thought of something again. He was planning to borrow money. Damn it, he forgot about the real thing, so he chased the convoy again.

Seeing Wang Bushit, who was still running behind, Zhang Jinghui put a smile on her face. Her teeth were as white as stars and her mouth was scarlet, attracting countless people.

Without stopping the car, Zhang Jinghui already had the answer in her heart. The place of love cannot be reached by thousands of people.

Watching the car slowly go away and the distance getting bigger and bigger, Wang Busui could only give up and bend down to breathe hard. Zhang Jinghui would definitely not refuse to borrow money in front of many people, and the amount should not be small.

What a great opportunity to borrow money was lost like this, it really hurts to think about it.

Fortunately, she left her mobile phone number and looked at the number on her hand. Wang Busheng was very happy. He would call her when he arrived at Songjiang Mansion. She should not be stingy about food, food and housing, but would also give herself

Give me a big red envelope. Wait a minute, Zhang Jinghui is from Songjiang Prefecture, and she is going to Songjiang Prefecture to find the old immortal. Why don't she let Zhang Jinghui give her a ride? It can save a lot of travel expenses.

It turned out that although they stayed together for several days and talked a lot, Wang Busheng only said that he was looking for someone, but did not say where to find someone. Zhang Jinghui and the Qian brothers and sisters also seldom talked about it because their identities were relatively sensitive.

He wanted to start his own family, so this situation occurred.

Wang Bushi looked up to the sky and screamed, "Oh my god, you are kidding me."

The sun shines in the sky

The bird smiles at me

The little bird said morning, morning, morning

Wang Busheng responded with a wry smile.

The sky is blue and the fields are vast, so it doesn't matter if you rely on your feet. As long as you have perseverance, your feet are longer than the road.

Wang Busui regained his confidence and walked down the mountain.

I have to say that the current great gods in the sky, let alone their enthusiasm for work, are all about how much money they get and how much they do. It can be seen that their work attitude will be very irresponsible. It is still rainy and rainy outside in the cave. After leaving the cave,

There was still a refreshing breeze, but now the sun was scorching, roasting Wang Bushi's delicate skin.

Wang Bushi found a shady place, sat down, and took out the luggage that Zhang Jinghui had left for him. There were a few pieces of bread and bottles of water in it, and he also found dozens of taels of silver at the lowest part of the luggage. Naturally, Wang Bushi was very worried.

I was happy, kowtowed to the Three Pure Ones, and prayed for Zhang Jinghui. Now Wang Busheng had money. Although it was not much, he didn't have to worry about being hungry, so he simply ate all of it.

Taking out the banknotes again and looking at the blurry handwriting on them, Wang Bushu felt heartbroken. However, when he saw the fifty taels of banknotes, he was also very happy. The fifty taels plus the dozens of taels left by Zhang Jinghui

The money should be enough to last until Songjiang Mansion. Then just call Zhang Jinghui and borrow some money.

So he stretched out his hand and looked at the string of numbers on his hand stupidly. Immediately, Wang Busheng's expression changed and his smile stopped abruptly. He could only see that the string of numbers on it had become blurred due to the heat and sweat.

Some of them couldn't see clearly at all. Wang Busheng's heart was broken.
Chapter completed!