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Chapter 194 Howling Mud

Zhao Hao, 25 years old.

At the age of 16, in the name of a genius, he was directly admitted to a medical college in the Rice Empire. He has a very terrifying talent in medicine.

, went to the Rice Empire to study abroad and learn medical knowledge.

At the age of 25, he has obtained a master's degree from that university, one of the youngest medical master's degrees ever.

This time when he returned to China, he was invited by a pharmaceutical company to spend huge sums of money to help develop some kind of skin medicine. Moore (Moore), the youngest scar expert in the United States.

Of course, some of his classmates also came with him. To them, the so-called drug development this time is like pediatrics, so naturally they don't care too much.

Zhao Hao left Huaxia for a long time and went to the country of rice. He still missed his cousin Zhu Yazhu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Of course not because of young love.

The main reason is that he knew that Zhu Yazhu was very beautiful when he was young, and as he grew older, he found that Zhu Yazhu grew more and more beautiful.

Because the two often kept in touch on V letters, in his heart, there was an idea of ​​wanting to conquer Zhu Yazhu.

Even if the other party is his cousin, it should be in his eyes.

When he returned to China this time, his first stop was Lu Province, so he came here for Zhu Yazhu.

And why he wanted to see Kong Renyi's signature book was just an excuse that sounded a bit boring, anyway, his purpose was to meet Zhu Yazhu.

At this time, there were seven people who came to the bar together. In addition to Zhu Yazhu and Zhao Hao, there were also two experts, Smith and Moore, and the remaining three were his classmates from the rice country.

"Cousin, when will you come back and leave this time!" Zhu Yazhu didn't feel awkward holding her cousin's arm, but seemed very natural.

Zhao Hao enjoyed this state very much, and he found that it was smoother than he thought.

He thought that Zhu Yazhu would be more arrogant, but he gave him a surprise.

Not only the clothes attract me, but also the movements of my hands and feet are so charming, and I seem to like myself more than I imagined.

It seems that there is drama.

Zhao Hao coughed on purpose and said, "Leave when it's over there. By the way, do you want to go to Rice Country? I'll take you there then."

"Really!" Zhu Yazhu was overjoyed, and said with a smile: "I want to go, but but..."

Zhu Yazhu didn't know what to say, she really wanted to say it, but her family would definitely not let her go, but what if she said it?

Zhao Hao didn't think too much about it, but changed the subject and said, "You drank secretly when you were young, and I'll see if I don't get you drunk later."

Hearing this, Zhu Yazhu was slightly disappointed. Although he didn't know how to tell Zhao Hao, but Zhao Hao didn't ask what it was, she still felt a little sad.

But after hearing the next sentence, she said stubbornly: "Hmph, I can drink a lot, don't try to get me drunk."

"Little girl's film, you have a good talk, I'll see you later." Zhao Hao put his hand on Zhu Yazhu's waist, and with a little force, he pulled it into his arms.

Zhu Yazhu was taken aback for a moment, but did not resist.

Several people around me looked at each other and smiled, but they didn't respond.

After all, they were just accompanying them today.

When I came to the door of the bar, a waiter saw a customer coming, and said with a slight bow, "Welcome."

Several people nodded slightly, without saying anything, they walked straight inside.

Smith and Moore walked behind Zhao Hao, and they also communicated softly, naturally using their official English, while the other three followed behind in silence, after all, their identities were lower.

"Hey, Moore, look over there." Smith glanced casually across the bar, and suddenly saw Widow Wu Ling sleeping on the table, even if she was lying on her stomach, she couldn't see her face.

But the figure has already made Smith a little excited.

Moore turned his head, opened his mouth and said, "The figure is amazing! Chinese beauties also have such a figure, not bad."

As soon as Moore's words of praise came out, the eyes of several people naturally looked over.

After all, everyone present can understand English, even Zhu Yazhu can understand the meaning of this sentence.

However, her expression frowned slightly.

Because that figure is somewhat familiar.

"Moore, Smith, let's go there." Zhao Hao naturally saw Widow Wu Ling, and even felt that Widow Wu Ling's figure was not much worse than his cousin's, and even more perfect.

But what he has to do now is to take down Zhu Yazhu, so naturally he can't show too many flirtatious moves, so he opened his mouth like this.

Smith was a middle-aged man, and the only older one present, did not have much opinion when he heard this. He only reminded Moore when he saw that Widow Wu Ling's figure was indeed good.

But Moore thinks otherwise.

As the youngest dermatologist, he is not too old, but he has more than a dozen patents on scars. This time he was invited by the Huaxia pharmaceutical manufacturing company. Zhao Hao was a little unconvinced.

What's so great about a young brat from China.

But on the surface, he couldn't do anything. When he saw Zhao Hao's cousin was so beautiful, but he couldn't do anything, he was even more annoyed. At this time, he found a beautiful woman, how could he give up.

"Moore." Smith called out, but Moore said, "Smith, you go first, and I will come as soon as I go."

Smith shook his head helplessly. The two had known each other for a long time. Naturally, they knew some thoughts of their friend, but they didn't think too much.

In the country of Huaxia, foreigners seem to be very reasonable, so he naturally has no other ideas.

Several people headed to another seat not far away, ordering wine and snacks.

But Moore walked towards Widow Wu Ling with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hello, beauty!" Moore walked to the table and said hello in a very gentlemanly manner.

But the drunk Widow Wuling still kept her eyes tightly closed, showing no intention of getting up.

Of course, Moore didn't know that Widow Wu Ling was asleep.

Seeing this scene, Moore couldn't help being a little unhappy, and couldn't help thinking in his heart that he couldn't understand English.

"Daughter, mud howling!"

Moore said hello again in broken Chinese, but the body that responded to him was still lying down.

He couldn't help being a little annoyed, he sat down on the seat next to him, slapped the table, and slapped it down.

(End of this chapter)