It was noon when Wang Qibu got up from the wide one he bought home last year. For him who bought a set of pancakes when he went home last night, he couldn't say he was staying in bed. After all, Wang Qibu, who didn't have the courage to stay in his wife's overnight, sighed that Yiren was too young, and after getting out of bed, he kicked Xiao Hui who was lying on the ground with a honest foot. Looking at Xiao Hui, whose huge figure and hair had covered half of the carpet, obviously felt that this guy had grown up again in the past two months since he left.

So Xiaohui was very depressed, but it did not prevent it from following the owner's shaking steps. As smart as it naturally knew that the guy who liked to bully him was looking for food. If he followed him, he would always have his own portion.

After going downstairs, Wang Qibu saw Yue Xiaochen sitting on the sofa in the living room and eating watermelons. Seeing Wang Qibu falling asleep, Yue Xiaochen said, "Aunt Lin said there is leftovers in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, you will be hot. Don't be polite, treat it as your own home. Would you like a piece?" As he said that, he glanced at the watermelon on the coffee table, and said arrogantly without wiping the mouth full of watermelon juice.

"Xiao Hui, bite that shameless guy to death." After throwing this sentence, Wang Qibu walked towards the kitchen. It wasn't that he felt hungry, but it was really an inertia. When he woke up, he went to find something to eat.

After pushing half of the watermelon to Xiaohui who was wandering over, Yue Xiaochen shouted in the direction of the kitchen, "Things went smoothly. The successful news has been sent back from the university and the hospital. The last one is not instant, so the exact news may be waiting for a while. By the way, the Japanese are here, and I have been waiting for you all morning. When are you going to see him?"

"Hey, you said it earlier." Wang Qibu, who made a sound, said, "Help me think about which house in Sijiucheng is the most expensive. Don't think about whether it is delicious or not. Anyway, someone pays the bill at noon today, so we can come the most expensive one."

"You foodie still need to ask me? None of the more than a dozen membership cards in your bag are cheaper than any one. I think you should just draw one." It was very direct, and Yue Xiaochen exposed the true face of Wang Qibu who didn't want to admit.

"Uh, you know that those places are almost all national restaurants. I really don't want to see the Japanese who can sit there and eat like a person." Wang Qibu gave his own answer, and said, taking a mouthful of ice water taken out of the kitchen refrigerator. You can't expect a child who grew up on a street where the old general who fought Japanese soldiers would have any good feelings for that nation.

"A dead angry young man!" Yue Xiaochen concluded.

"Uh, if I didn't remember it, you've said that." Putting down the bottle in my hand, Wang Qibu raised his head, looked at the light refracting through the window at a paradoxical angle or several rounds in the afternoon, and thought of Wang Qibu who said this many years ago.

"Although I've discovered this a long time ago, it's the first time I've said it today. That boy, you remembered it wrong." Yue Xiaochen leaned against the sofa and said, looking for tissues to wipe his mouth.

"There is a story that starts with Prague that year, when it snowed heavily. A killer hid behind a stone pillar and then spoke up to kill the handsome guy in the snow. The handsome guy discussed with the killer whether he could not kill him. The killer offered a very vulgar price. The handsome guy said he was willing to pay ten times the price to hire the killer as his bodyguard, but the killer refused to do it. The explosion of a high-explosive grenade sounded outside. During the chat, the killer learned that the handsome guy planned and personally carried out a series of terrifying activities against Japan, and then the killer scolded him like this." Wang Qibu began to silence.

"Damn, just eat your broken watermelon? Are you so disgusting to me?" Yue Xiaochen, who had goosebumps on Wang Qibu, protested.

"Okay, actually this is the plot of the movie that Seven is going to shoot next. It flattened the city hall in Prague. Well, it's very interesting to think about it." After the end of Yi Ku Si Tian, ​​Wang Qibu naturally turned the topic around in this way. In fact, he didn't believe that there could be any movie as tense and bloody as his real life in the last decade of his previous life.

After a brief thought, Wang Qibu took out the phone and dialed Zhou Qi's number "Brother Zhou, morning."

"Are early? Well, okay, early, have you eaten?" Zhou Qi on the other end of the phone was stunned at first, and then began a abnormal conversation with Wang Qibu in a somewhat negative way. Because he had just cooperated to smuggle weapons against American weapons a few days ago, Zhou Qi could also guess that Wang Qibu would contact him after returning to China.

"No, I decided to go to your place to eat at noon." At some point, the beginning and the end of the conversation was always so unexpected, and it was difficult to respond.

After sighing, "I guessed the beginning, but couldn't guess the end," Zhou Qi rubbed his forehead and said, "Okay, come on. It's just that I'm not in the city and in the suburbs now, but I will notify the club manager not to charge you money."

"No, you must accept it." Wang Qibu stopped hearing this reply.

"Uh, you're welcome, you don't need to be polite. Be obedient, this is my brother." Zhou Qi on the other end of the phone already felt that he was coaxing the child. Although he also knew that the guy on the other end of the phone was indeed just a child in terms of age.

"Brother Zhou, I'm really not polite. Let me tell you clearly. This meal was not something I invited, but a disgusting Japanese man paid for it. So you not only charge the fee but also charge it to death. Trust my brother, you just ask your employees to increase the price for this meal. I promise he will not dare to bargain. If you are too damned, even if I respect your old man, you will see what it will be." Wang Qibu explained to Zhou Qi, who was already confused.

"Well, okay, I've got it roughly. Then I'll notify the manager of the club later. By the way, do you want to come to me when you're done? My friend planned a hunting ground to open today." Zhou Qi, who agreed, immediately sent an invitation. After all, whether it's the Ya Lu-in-level or personal ability, it's very worthy of the invitation of a king of heaven like Zhou Qi.

"Hunting depends on the situation. You know that I may be very busy when I came back, and I am bullying this kind of competitive sports. When I go to your friends, you will think I am here to smash the situation." Wang Qibu said arrogantly, and it was actually true.

Zhou Qi on the other side of the phone was amused, and after a few more greetings, he hung up the phone.

"Brother Zhou, who is?" The one who was with Zhou Qi had been in this circle for a while. In recent nights, the girl from the art school asked curiously, because before that, Zhou Qi had ignored several phone calls.

"Yes, Brother Zhou. I think you are not a mortal when you come out to play, right?" The person who spoke was a friend who had just planned a hunting ground on the phone. Unsurprisingly, he was also a famous and famous Red Third Generation in Beijing. It is worth mentioning that he was a rare pure Yanei in that era, so pure that his father rarely gave him the name. When introducing himself to his new friends, he called himself Bao Cen, which was also a strange flower in the Sijiu City.

"Well, it's not a mortal. A martial arts master who wants to give gifts to my dad." Zhou Qi said.

The whole audience was stagnant, and then hilarious. Because everyone knew that Zhou Qi's father was the general boss of the National Commission for Discipline Inspection.
Chapter completed!