Wu Shenglan looked back again, but unfortunately Bu Xiangju could no longer be seen. She was a little worried: "Luoyang, will something happen to the three of them? I think I'd better call the police."
But just when she took out her mobile phone, two police cars roared past and headed straight for Buxiangju.
Wu Shenglan put down the phone again: "It seems that someone has already called the police."
Luoyang watched the police car pass and had already finished the incident in his mind. He didn't care at all how Yang Long, Zhang Bai and Han Shaokun were beaten, or how this incident would end.
"I can actually understand why you didn't bring the three of them out. Just now...the three of them were indeed a bit too much." Wu Shenglan actually saw it and understood it in her heart, but she only said it at this time.
Luoyang smiled: "They want to find a sense of superiority in me, and I don't care. After all, it's not their first time. But they want to use that group of people to punish me. I'm not a Bodhisattva, so why should I help?"
They? That’s not justice, that’s mean.”
"Yes." Wu Shenglan didn't know what to say.
"By the way, I believe you should know what kind of people the three of them are and what their intentions are for asking you out. Why are you still drinking with them?" Luoyang asked her.
Wu Shenglan shrugged: "I told you, the company I work for sent me to open up the market. The three of them are all well-connected people. I can't avoid some social activities. I'm paying attention. Look at what I'm doing at the table.
When I drink, I always drink in small sips.”
"Be careful in the future. Well, it's time for me to go back." Luoyang said.
A strange expression appeared on Wu Shenglan's face: "You...just leave me here?"
She had just experienced such a terrible thing. Classmate Luo fished her out with a dazzling operation. The next night, he kicked the accelerator and reversed the car into the warehouse. But there should be more stories happening, but Luo didn't expect it.
The classmate wants to leave a beautiful woman like her here. If this is an urban drama, I don’t know how many people will send razors to the director.
Director Fusang never does this.
Unexpectedly, Luoyang asked her back: "Do you want me to take a taxi for you?"
Wu Shenglan resisted the urge to give him a punch, and hinted shyly: "You said you live nearby, why don't you invite me to sit down and have a cup of tea or something?"
"It's so late, I want to sleep, maybe next time." Luoyang said.
Wu Shenglan: "..."
Not Xiang Juli, she felt it when Luoyang held her hand and shielded her from danger. In her heart, Luoyang was also the kind of gentle, considerate and courageous man, but she didn't expect that he turned out to be a man of steel.
Straight man!
"That's it, goodbye." Luoyang really left and didn't even call Wu Shenglan's car.
Wu Shenglan stood under a hibiscus tree, messy in the wind.
Luoyang disappeared into the night.
How could he dare to invite Wu Shenglan to his home? As expected, Ye Zi and Song Meiqi were still at his home. He brought a woman back in the middle of the night. What did Ye Zi think of him and Song Meiqi think of him?
Thinking of Ye Zi, Luoyang felt a warm feeling in his heart, and then the scene of Ye Zi lifting the quilt and sitting up appeared in his mind without any warning. The details were full, and the warm feeling changed in the blink of an eye.
It turned into a piece of coal, burning quietly in his body.
Sometimes a man's cerebellum really controls or even replaces the brain's thinking.
No. 13, Jinda Capital, that is the house number of my home.
The lights are on in the villa.
Luoyang walked through the entrance garden and stopped when he came to the door. He wanted to see Ye Zi, but he was afraid of seeing her.
At first, in order to refine the spirit body of the ancestral witch, he didn't even touch his girlfriend Liang Hong lying beside him. His belief was so firm at that time. But it was different now. He had already refined the spirit body of the ancestral witch and no longer needed to maintain it.
He has become a child and has become extremely sensitive. He is really worried that when they meet again, he will not be able to control the desires he has accumulated for so many years and make mistakes.
Jingle bells, jingle bells...
The phone rang with an incoming call.
Luoyang put away his messy thoughts and took out his cell phone to take a look.
It was actually Ye Zi calling.
Luoyang opened the answer button: "Hello..."
Before he could say another word, Ye Zi interrupted him: "Are you okay? I just received a call from Zhou Xinfu, do you want me to come over?"
A warm smile appeared on the corner of Luoyang's mouth: "I'm fine. It's been taken care of. I'm back."
"That's good, it really scared me just now." Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief.
Luoyang opened the door and walked in. The house was quiet, there was no sound at all.
"By the way, I was worried that you would come back very late, so I took Meiqi home. I will bring Meiqi to you early tomorrow morning. Is it convenient for you?" Ye Zi said.
Luoyang felt a little disappointed, but he was no longer nervous. He said: "No problem, don't worry."
"I have taken a week's leave for Meiqi, so you only need to take care of her diet. In addition, if possible, please treat her again and do some rehabilitation training so that her legs can heal faster.
Recover.”
"Well, no problem, don't worry." Luoyang was actually a little curious before about why Ye Zi didn't send Song Meiqi to her grandparents, but to him. When she said this, he understood.
"That..." Ye Zi stopped talking.
"What?"
"It's nothing. You should go to bed early. Good night." Ye Zi hung up the phone.
Luoyang was stunned for a moment while holding his cell phone. He clearly felt that Ye Zi had something to say, but he didn't know why he didn't say it.
Back in the room, Luoyang took out the mask.
In the early days, the doctor's finger was used as the pen, and the spiritual power was used as the ink. A spiritual seal gradually took shape.
A piece of green light burst out from the spirit seal, giving it a strange and mysterious feeling. At that moment, Luoyang was substituted into that space again, a golden light fell from the sky, and the founder Ying Ma danced in the golden light.
Luoyang watched and thought in his heart.
He chose a master route, and the people he came into contact with were all rich and powerful people. To deal with these people, medical skills alone were not enough. Before, he was Song Haichang, Song Dongming, and tonight he is a social member of some financial company.
His trick of pricking the eyes with Taichu's doctor's finger was fine against one or two people, but once there were many people on the other side, it wouldn't work.
"Why don't I modify Patriarch Yingma's psychic witchcraft dance into a witchcraft? I have the spirit body of the ancestral witch, super-sensory state and spiritual power. If I improve those movements, wouldn't I become a martial arts master?
"?" Luoyang had a bold idea in his mind.
Patriarch Yingma disappeared.
Luoyang stood up from the ground, replaying the movements of Patriarch Ying Ma in his mind. He also followed those movements. When he became proficient, he began to make changes to those movements... This chapter has been completed!