Chapter 235 (1/2)

”Don't drag me!” After walking downstairs, I pulled my hand out of Gu Yu's: ”let's not get too close.”

Who recognized by Sheng Yanyan can not be recognized.

We went to the restaurant and Sheng Yanyan sat opposite me.

”Well.” I looked at him in surprise: ”old man, what can I do? If you want to do something, you can tell sang Shixi directly. Now your grandson is in Jincheng, and he has to face up to the underworld and the white

”There's one thing you've done for me.”

What can Mr. sang do for me? I still have to sit down.

I was about to eat and drink with my fingers

I shuddered, but there were very few on the plate, and they all gave me something to eat. My heart ate the rest and clapped my hands: ”it's delicious, thank you.”

He shrugged: ”I just said tea can't kill you. I didn't say wheat can't kill you.”

The way he looked at me made me uncomfortable: ”Sir, is there no poison in wheat?”

I nodded, ”it's delicious.”

He suddenly laughed twice: ”the wheat is delicious! ”

so I held the plates one by one and threw them into my mouth. Mr. sang looked at me with a kind look that I thought was a little amiable, which made my hair straight.

Don't mention that there is a small dish of fried wheat with caramel beside his pair of tea sets. I grabbed it and threw it into my mouth. It's scorched, crisp, fragrant and sweet. It's really delicious.

The old man frowned dissatisfied: ”the tortoise eats barley.”

I took a small cup and poured it into my mouth.

He glared: ”poison will not kill you.”

Seriously, I'm a little thirsty, but I'm afraid to drink it.

He pointed to the kung fu tea on the tea table: ”drink it! ”

he's not going to drive me out there. What's he calling me in for?

He waved impatiently: ”I don't care about the mess between you and Sanshi.”

I sat down in front of him. Without waiting for him to speak, I said, ”if you want me to get out of your house, I can't wait for you. Please talk to Sang Shixi first, or he will catch me again.”

I don't know what he's looking for. He probably wants me to get out of their house.

So this is probably my first face-to-face contact with the old man in more than two years.

I don't see the old man very much because I don't eat with the Sang family. My meals are delivered by the housekeeper himself.

He pointed to the chair in front of him: ”sit down! ”

If I don't laugh with him, why don't I look at him and cry?

He glared at me: ”don't play with me.”

Mr. sang is probably the most irascible old man I've ever seen. I scratched my head and went in: ”Mr. sang, it's wrong for you to say so. I'm human, and you're human, aren't you?”

I'm not sure if he's calling me. He's staring at me: ”there's half a person here besides you? Don't you get out of here! ”

the old man is 80 years old and strong, and his voice is loud. I stop and look inside the door. The door is open. The old man sits on his cane chair and looks at me with bright eyes.

Who? Who? He said that who should be me!

When I passed a room, I suddenly heard the voice of Mr. sang from inside: ”who, come in!”

Where she is religious, she just changed a way and a group of people to play.