‘What kind of wind is blowing today? Why are so many interesting people colliding together?’

Meng Lang closed his eyes and felt the scene of "Guan Gong fighting Wukong" downstairs, and a smile that was unexplained appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to go over and take a look?" Rose also understood that there would be such a big noise, and it is very likely that there was an alien fighting downstairs.

"No need, I promised that today's task is to accompany you, so we won't talk about work."

“Will there be no trouble?”

"It's okay. The fights downstairs are Zhao Haitang and Ling, a temporary worker who is about to take office in a company. They should not be hostile to the people. I sent a message to Wuwa and asked him to deal with it. I just kept feeling it upstairs."

"Yeah~" Rose gently wrapped around Meng Lang's hand and unconditionally supported his decision.

Feeling the strange and exciting soft touch from the elbow, Meng felt a little relieved. Then, after sending a message to Wuwa, he continued to close his eyes and "observe" the battle situation downstairs...

———

Ten minutes ago.

Zhao Haitang was carrying a pot of wine from somewhere, and while staggeringly drinking, he was nervously disturbing the people:

"I'm getting haggard for her, and I'll never regret it if my clothes get looser!"

"Black wine enters the throat and makes the heart hurt!"

"Ha...haha! How much sorrow can you have? It's like a group of eunuchs going up a brothel!"

"Why! Why! Dali! Where am I inferior to Meng Lang, and where is it inferior!!!"

And just as he was immersed in his own world, a voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, are you the eldest master of the Zhao family?"

When Zhao Haitang heard this, he turned his head and opened his sleepy eyes to look at the person talking... Uh, is this a man or a woman?

I saw the visitor with long golden hair and thin figure. Judging from his ordinary pectoralis major muscles, he seemed to be a man, but his too soft facial features made Zhao Haitang feel a little confused about his thoughts.

"Who are you? A man or a woman? What are you doing?"

The person who came had a heartwarming smile on his face and said warmly: "Young Master Zhao, I came to you specifically for help. I wonder if I can give you a favor and find a place to discuss it in detail?"

"No...no need! I'm in a bad mood today and just want to drink."

Hearing Zhao Haitang's answer, the blonde man Wang Zhenqiu glanced at the iron bracelet on Zhao Haitang's wrist with his eyes, then pretended to pinch his chin, and muttered to himself with a embarrassed look:

"Oh, this is not easy to deal with~ The situation in East China made my mother-in-law a little worried. The old guy asked me to come over and inquire before going to the southwest."

"Speaking of this, it's really interesting here in East China. None of the people with all sex left to Neon. I haven't joined the company yet and have no authority. I originally thought that if I made friends with the famous Zhao family, I might know something... Now it seems that there is no show to sing."

"Well~ I can only tell the old man that I can do nothing... I didn't expect that Meng Lang was so powerful that he trained East China into a solid piece. No one could find out the news that he didn't want people to know."

"Hmm?!" Zhao Haitang, who has become an alien, is now very clear-headed and has been eroded by alcohol. His reason was immediately furious when he heard Wang Zhenqiu's intentional "praise" Meng Lang's words.

"Stay...stop! What's so great about Meng Lang? Who... allows you to talk nonsense?"

"I don't talk nonsense. Who in the whole circle now knows that Menglang in East China is young and promising? In contrast, Mr. Zhao can be said to be a borrower of Wuming~"

When Zhao Haitang heard this, he felt even more uncomfortable. He looked at Wang Zhenqiu's smile on his lips at this moment. Somehow he thought of the sarcastic smile that belonged to the winner on his face every time he saw him.

As the saying goes, "The more you think about it, the more angry you become, and the more you take a step back, the more you lose." Zhao Haitang's extremely frustrated mentality before was completely ignited.

The furious groundhog suddenly shouted loudly, Guan Yu's phantom immediately covered his whole body, picked up Guan's knife and rushed towards Wang Zhenqiu:

"Even you laughed at me? I've fought with you!"

Wang Zhenqiu:∑(′△)???…

———

At the same time, the jokes under the setting sun.

Zhang Chulan, who was concerned about the comfort of his uncle, put down his phone that was about to run out of battery and turned off the x-letter chat with the user "humanoid self-propelled flame cannon".

Putting down the phone, Zhang Chulan picked up another manuscript paper that had obviously been changed countless times and had long become unrecognizable. She stared at several of the conclusions circled by red pens in a daze:

(1. Uncle has accepted a lot of favors from Boss Meng, and has given up his basic precautions for him. It is dangerous!

2. The uncle has a closer relationship with old residents such as Hu Yifei, Chen Meijia, and Lu Ziqiao, but Lu Ziqiao is also the hardcore of Boss Meng and cannot instigate the rebellion. After trying to instigate the rebellion, Hu Yifei has confirmed that it has failed, but Chen Meijia has achieved gratifying achievements.

3. The girl named Chen Duo was indeed thinking about her uncle, but she seemed to be more willing to trust Boss Meng’s secretary than me, which was a huge trouble.

4,…)

Looking at the many summary information written on the paper and combined with the review and reflections over the past two days, Zhang Chulan recalled his mental journey over the past few days—

Through chatting with his uncle and with his friends in his uncle's circle of friends, Zhang Chulan basically confirmed that his stupid uncle Zhang Wei is also a "different person".

And recently, my uncle is preparing to participate in a very dangerous task, and one of the most important rewards of the task is to allow him to go to a better university.

After learning about this, Zhang Chulan was also very worried while touching her heart.

He tried his best to do everything, and his head was almost bald, but he couldn't change his mind and take the initiative to get rid of the impure Boss Meng.

There is no way, my stupid uncle seemed to have accepted the truth. After accepting some gift from Boss Meng, he completely turned to him. The simple risk gap cannot cause a rift between them.

After all, Zhang Chulan is far away from the house, and in order to avoid the mysterious "Boss Meng"'s awareness, he is very careful in everything he does and dare not attract the attention of this big shot.

‘No! Sooner or later something will happen!’ Zhang Chulan held a pen in her mouth and frowned.

After a while, after tearing the paper in his hand into pieces and washing it away, Zhang Chulan sighed deeply and murmured to himself: "There is no choice, go to the Magic City. If Uncle Wei sinks too deep, just pull it."

I picked up my phone and was about to call my stupid uncle. A new friend application prompt came to my eyes first...

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