The most powerful master of the city

Chapter 419 Street Artist

"I'm interested, haha." Yu Hui took the bag from Ding Zhen, "I'll send it to the refrigerator."

Afterwards, everyone sat on the sofa to chat, and the three of Ling Yu were also told the cause and effect.

Su Wanwan bought a cheongsam, but Yu Hui fell in love with it. The latter took it out and put it on without her daughter's consent, and even ran up to her to pose in front of her arrogantly.

"Are you angry or not?" Su Wanwan was puffed up, her mouth pouted, her high chest heaving up and down, "I don't care if she returns it to me or not, I can only grab it!"

"I just want to wear it, and I don't want yours. You child, you are too stingy!" Yu Hui crossed her legs, revealing a large area of ​​firm and smooth skin, and rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, you all stop talking a few words and learn more. If you come in, I will advise you not to make noise, what a good boy." Yu Cheng shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Little Lolita said childishly: "If you want to argue, you have to wait until Ruoruo prepares the small bench and melon seeds."

Yu Cheng nodded in agreement, and said, "Did you hear that, if you want to argue, you have to... what?!"

The handsome middle-aged man suddenly looked at Little Lolita, who had an innocent expression on his face. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

Su Wanwan expressed that she was used to the little loli's urination, and said with a sneer, "Hehe, I knew it."

"Grandma looks really good in this cheongsam!" Little Lolita exclaimed suddenly.

"Really?" Yu Hui's eyes lit up, and immediately said forcefully: "Since Ruoruo has said so, then Wanwan, give it to me."

Su Wanwan glared at the little loli, and was about to fight with her mother again, but noticed that Ling Yu was beside her, so she couldn't help suppressing it, took a deep breath, and asked, "Little Lingyu, how are you doing this week?" ?”

Ling Yu said casually: "Some things happened, it's not too boring, where is Lao Wan?"

As soon as Lao Wan was mentioned, everyone's stomachs rang at the same time.

"Lao Wan is very busy these two days, so he can't cook for us." Su Wanwan sighed.

Yu Hui's face was weird: "You may not believe it, he... went out to form a band with others."

"Rock band." Yu Cheng added with a wry smile, "They are singing on the street not far from home."

Ling Yu: "..."

"Papa, Ruoruo wants to see Grandpa Wan's performance!" Little Lolita's big eyes were full of anticipation, and she grabbed Ling Yu's clothes and shook them.

"Eat first, and go for a walk after dinner." Ling Yu touched her little head, and he himself had some small interests. The life of this old servant in his family is really getting more and more exciting. A chef, and now a street artist.

Well, what an interesting old man.

"I'll go cook." Yu Cheng said with a smile.

"I'll help too." Ding Zhen followed.

Not long after, a table of delicious food was presented on the dining table. The ingredients were the seafood brought back by Ding Zhen. The tempting aroma permeated the whole room, tantalizing everyone's taste buds.

Little Lolita is like a homeless man who hasn't had enough food for three days, gobbling it up voraciously. Whenever Su Wanwan wants to add food to the bowl, she will always be the first to snatch it away.

Su Wanwan refused to admit defeat, and started a fierce battle with a six-year-old girl regardless of her image. The daily pinching between the little loli and the big-breasted monster reappeared.

After eating, Su Wanwan's family also followed Ling Yu to see Lao Wan, while Ding Zhen offered to stay at home to clean up the dishes.

"You have the nerve to come with us and let Xiao Zhen work alone?" Yu Hui glared at Yu Cheng.

Yu Cheng had no words to refute, so he had to stay, but he was worried, fearing that the relationship between Ling Yu and his precious daughter would develop further, so he gave Ling Yu a tactful warning.

"Xiaoyu, Wanwan has had a bad temper these two days. You know, women, there are always a few days in a month." He leaned into Ling Yu's ear and whispered, his eyes rolling around, as if alive Looking like a wretched uncle, "So, you have to stay away from her..."

"Father!" Su Wanwan stood behind Yu Cheng somehow, and yelled, startling the latter.

Like an angry tigress, she glared at Yu Cheng with frost on her face, "Did you get infected by my mother and hurt me again!"

After saying that, she snorted angrily and left without looking back.

"Good girl..." Yu Cheng stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but finally withdrew his hand dejectedly, sighing bitterly.

Everyone seemed to feel his sorrow through the air, Ling Yu went over and patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you for the reminder."

Yu Cheng was inexplicably comforted. For a moment, he thought "he will be a good son-in-law", shook his head hastily, and said, "Hurry up, Xiao Zhen, We work."

……

"beat-it! just-beat-it..."

This is a song by Michael Jackson, the king of rock and roll. It was once all the rage, but now it is sung by an old and vicissitudes of life. It has a special flavor, full of passion and love, like a roar from the depths of the soul.

On the side of the street, a group of people were watching, applauding constantly.

In the center of the crowd, a band is performing their street performances. There are only three people, a man and a woman on both sides, playing guitars and drums, and wearing normal clothes.

The lead singer standing in the middle of them is the focus of attention of the audience. He is mainly in black and is dressed in black, but the clothes are full of holes. There are strings of gold chains and silver chains hanging around his neck, and he is wearing a pair of metal pointed black leather shoes.

He was wearing big cold sunglasses, holding a microphone, blushing and thick neck, and made a classic rock gesture with his free other hand, swaying in the air again and again.

At the same time, he was also swaying wildly, with his white hair dancing wildly, he looked like a crazy old man who escaped from a mental hospital, who else could he be except Lao Wan?

At this moment, Lao Wan has completely felt the charm of rock and roll, and the artistic blood in his body has been completely awakened. He is immersed in the passionate picture intertwined by heavy metal music and cannot extricate himself. Sublimation of the soul.

"A 80-[-]-year-old grandfather, who is more fashionable than a young boy, really lives younger and younger!"

"It's really embarrassing. This old man is full of energy. If I shake my head like him, I will definitely faint!"

"Hey, my dad is also in his 70s, and he only teases some old ladies all day long. It can't be compared, it can't be compared..."

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely active, and more and more people were infected by Lao Wan and jumped up, joyful cheers spread throughout the street.

At this time, Ling Yu and others also arrived, looked at the lively crowd in front of them, and slowly walked over.

Yu Hui and Su Wanwan had seen Lao Wan's appearance before, so they were not surprised.

Ling Yu's eyes fell on Lao Wan who was shaking his head wildly, and he couldn't help but be taken aback, "This..."

　First come a wave of daily life, let me conceive a wave of subsequent plots, and then the pace will speed up, can everyone accept it?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)