The reason why it is too late is that Jiangsu later mentioned a domain address and asked everyone to try it out, "If everyone can find out the identity of this person and whether to go to the black network, everyone will have a certain idea in their minds."
After saying that, Jiangsu watched the beginning of a new round.
He looked at the people inside, and finally his eyes fell on Taozi, and he shot the bird out of his head. Jiangsu didn't believe it. Taozi was the first person to know the black net, so he could tell him 5,000 without any scheming today.
Someone must have used him to speak out about this matter.
Moreover, it can be said that someone has invaded the black net. Jiangsu is more cautious. The only ones who know about this are him and his uncle, and the rest are those from the black net. His own people will not leak, only the black net.
People will speak out.
After a while of peace in Jiangsu, I almost forgot that I was still being looked for.
He looked at Taozi, not knowing who was behind him. Jiangsu remembered his uncle's reminder that he should not be too prominent, and mediocrity may not be a good thing.
Later, a group of people conquered it, and then they realized, "Xiao Su, it's you?"
Even the protective layer set by Jiangsu itself can be compromised by this group of people, and they also know the ability of Jiangsu.
Even if they want to go to the black network in the future, Jiangsu is not capable enough, and they will not force Jiangsu to participate.
This is Jiangsu’s real purpose, making itself dull in their eyes.
When Jiangsu left, Jiang Chenshao happened to bring a group of elderly people back to the city.
At nine o'clock, it's still early for this city that never sleeps.
Xiaoshanjun was sleeping in his mother's arms, and the fat little cub had been sleeping for an afternoon. Gu Nuanxi hugged her for a while and his arms were sore, so Mr. Jiang took the initiative to share his little meat pier.
Mr. Jiang's shoes were half dry, so he had to wear them, as if walking in sandals, so Mr. Jiang's feet could not be taken.
"Wanbaby, you didn't say you wanted to eat fried shrimp tails." Jiang Laoke still remembered it.
Gu Nuanxi said in front of a group of old people, President Jiang was reluctant to dislike his wife's face. He said, "Xiao Nuan, you talk about a store, I'll drive over."
It was time to eat in the evening. Everyone was driving a mountain road on the road, and they were dizzy and couldn't eat. They were afraid that they would get sick after eating, so they didn't eat. They didn't eat, so they ate a few packs.
Xiaoshanjun’s snacks.
When you travel, you must bring snacks!
As soon as he cried, he would give him milk sticks, biscuits, and easy-to-digestible bread.
The old man's appetite is similar to his half-large doll, easy to digest, and everyone can also keep their stomachs.
When we arrived in the city, everyone was greedy for the snacks that Mr. Jiang often showed off.
Gu Nuanxi said: "Honey, go to the university town, where there are many delicious foods. Now the students are on holidays and there are fewer people. The night market and snack street is bustling now."
Jiang Chenshao remembers his wife's school. He put one hand on the steering wheel, and his palms drive the direction. Gu Nuanxi looked at him and loved him once. The little flower cynic said, "Husband, don't you turn again~"
When Mr. Jiang turned around, he met his little wife's admiration and laughed softly.
I really don’t know that he can even charm his little wife by driving a car.
"Be careful, Shanjun, he wakes up and no one can sleep tonight."
At this moment, Jiang Tianzhi was like a human bomb, afraid that he would wake up and "explode".
But, whatever you are afraid of, you will come!
Just stopped the car, Xiaoshanjun, who had been sleeping for a whole afternoon, twisted uncomfortablely in his mother's arms, patting his little butt. The little guy was also moving, closing his eyes and yawning, and swinging his little paws twice.
.
The whole car was staring at him nervously.
Seeing his son's attitude, Mr. Jiang thought to himself: It's over.
The next second, he started grinning again and cried.
He grabbed his mother's skirt, sat on his lap, looked around, and opened his mouth, "Wow~"
Mr. Jiang: "Shanjun."
The little guy threw himself into his mother's arms again, hugging Gu Nuanxi, and cried sadly.