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390 Chapter 389 - The Neighbor's True Face

The banquet was said to be a housewarming, and finally met the host of the banquet. Bu Zelu was quite concerned, but seeing a middle-aged old man appearing, especially with a very obvious white turban like Arabian, he was shocked. stay.

'Nima, this is my crazy fan?What about the princess?Even if it's one of the princesses, fuck..." Before Bu Zelu could complain in his heart, this Mohammed had already walked over.

Unlike others, he took a very serious look at Bu Zelu, and it was still the kind of sizing from head to toe, and then nodded. With the help of the translator, Bu Zelu and the other party simply shook hands and recognized each other. -
'NND, Attia, come here, I promise not to kill you, who is this bad old man, Nima, he wants to buy a house next to my house in Hangzhou, fuck it, I will find someone to buy it quickly, no, I have to Find someone to buy around me as soon as possible, or the kind of rich owner. Bu Zelu felt more and more that he was going to leave early.

To be precise, buy a few more properties around the world and live in different places.

He was lived nearby by a bad old man, and he was still a crazy fan, so he couldn't keep him from watching him with binoculars all day long.

'No, I'll plant a row of pine trees when I go home, and circle the surrounding area, unless I'm looking down, drones aren't used for civilian use yet, it's safe! 'The more Bu Zelu thought about it, the more something went wrong.

After searching around, I finally found Attia, "I said, brother, what is the origin of this owner? Don't scare me, I just play tennis."

"It's a royal family in Abu Dhabi. What's wrong with the 15th heir? I don't think you guys had a good chat just now?" Attiya said.

"The more than 300 people you told me yesterday!" Bu Zelu felt that Atiya was dishonest, who are these people.

"Oh..." Attiya looked at Bu Zelu, and laughed, "You play first, and I'll ask what's going on."

Bu Zelu walked around and was already preparing to run. What if the old man wants to have a long talk with him? Anyway, his house is next door, so it is convenient to run.

'Larry, brother Xu, come and pick me up across the street. Bu Zelu hurriedly sent a message home.

'What's wrong? ' Viniya asked in the group.

'Ready to pick me up at any time, it's okay, I'm afraid the other side is too enthusiastic, what if I stay overnight! Bu Zelu once again sent a group message at home.

'Understood, then I'll go and drive the boat, and Xu will drive there. ' Larry texted.

'OK, drive the work truck. 'Bu Zelu thought that it was really inappropriate for his cars to come over. It would be better to drive a nanny car.

After arranging the escape route, Bu Zelu continued to wander around in the mansion. He even chatted with two girls just now, so why did he fall into someone else's arms in a blink of an eye.

Is it because his beauty is not good or his reputation is not enough?

"Mr.bu, our master would like to invite you upstairs to the party." While strolling, a bodyguard in black came to Bu Zelu and said.

"Cough, this..." Bu Zelu was about to speak when he saw Attia waving at him, beckoning him to come over.

'Hiss, these Arabs are all good, how about that? While Bu Zelu was hesitating, Attiya saw that he was not coming and walked over directly.

"Let's go, this is a relatively private party. We are all friends. Let's meet your super fans by the way!" Attiya said, holding Bu Zelu's shoulders.

Bu Zelu was a little bit hard to get off, but after thinking about it, this group of people would not harm him if they were powerful. Everyone was a celebrity, so it would not be so.

But he still kept an eye out, ran over to chat with Uncle Long when passing by the living room, and then caught up with Atiya and they went upstairs together.

After coming upstairs and passing through several living rooms, I walked into a living room. Now there were much fewer people. There were only four or five people sitting on the circular sofa in the living room.

And they are all in uniform Arab national costumes, that is, the kind with a white headscarf on their heads.

After introducing each other, Bu Zelu understood that this group of people were either relatives or childhood friends, they were true and close friends.

Bu Zelu was completely in a state of confusion. He couldn't understand what these people were talking about, such as finance, investment, and a lot of trade.

"By the way, joye, your recent economy in China is very good. I heard that you are working on the Belt and Road Initiative. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand. The only investment I have is buying a house!" Bu Zelu shrugged.

"Ha, just kidding, your two websites are very powerful!"

"Really, I don't have much time to pay attention. I'm still more interested in sports." Bu Zelu said.

"That's right, you're probably going to be able to win the annual Grand Slam again this year." Attia said.

"It's hard to say. There are a lot of newcomers this year who are very good. They might fall over." Bu Zelu spread his hands.

After chatting for a while, it was finally time to taste cigars and drink red wine. These people in Arabia just don’t drink in their own country.

But in foreign countries, it doesn't matter to them. On the other hand, this group of people actually drinks harder than anyone else in a private environment. No, along with the red wine comes whiskey, and all kinds of drinks come on carts.

'Why do these people ask me to come to this kind of party?Are you that familiar? Bu Zelu got up inexplicably after drinking a cup of wine.

In less than half an hour, a group of people were already talking loudly. Bu Zelu blinked his eyes and drank red wine slowly, mainly because it was sweet.

"Hey, joye, it's ok, you are indeed from China. I heard that you all drink baijiu. Come, let's drink this!"

Bu Zelu blinked as he pulled out a box of Maotai from the small cabinet, and watched as the group continued to share the wine.

'No, these people don't want to get me drunk! There was something wrong with Bu Zelu while he was drinking, but the front was fine, mainly because these people were enjoying themselves.

But something went wrong at the beginning, and everyone started clinking glasses with him.

'NND got me drunk, everyone wanted to fart! ' Bu Zelu has a little aftertaste.

"This is not good, just order beer and raw eggs, that will be enjoyable!" Bu Zelu greeted.

"What kind of drinking method is this?"

"This is the traditional way of drinking in China!" Bu Ze loosened his belt and prepared to fight with these people.

A group of people started to drink with Bu Zelu, and then they found a new way to play, white wine + whiskey + raw eggs.

This wave is very fast. If there are five more glasses, you will pour them out, and if you drink one less cup, you will be gone.

In just 10 minutes, Bu Zelu watched a group of people lying down, some were drunk and unconscious, and some were limp on the sofa and spitting bubbles.

'leave! Bu Zelu saw that the situation was almost over and ran away quickly. As for what he came to do today, he forgot.

"Sir, do you need to go and rest?" Just as he walked out of the door of the living room, he found someone helping him.

"Oh, no need!" Bu Zelu swayed slowly and walked out.

"Okay, then I'll take you downstairs! I'm really sorry, can you go this way? You've been drinking, and there are guests downstairs. Is it okay?" The servant continued shyly.

"Well, let's do it!" Bu Zelu's mind was still in the right place, thinking that a bunch of prostitutes is indeed a bit ugly, and he must not let outsiders know about drinking by himself.

But walking, walking, Bu Zelu became confused, something was wrong, he came to a bedroom.

As a few female waitresses came over, his head suddenly cleared up. If something abnormal happened, there must be a demon. Bu Zelu rubbed his face, and didn't even dare to drink the water in the room. Room.

If this were an ordinary party, I would have just gone along with it half-heartedly, but today, nothing felt right no matter how much I thought about it.

"Crash!" A burst of glass shattered.

Bu Zelu jumped from the window, and then rolled when he landed, but when he stood up, his footsteps were still unsteady, and he squatted down and sat down again.

Bu Zelu's movement naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding guests who hadn't left yet.

Facing the hand that suddenly extended, what Bu Zelu subconsciously thought was a counterattack.

"Hey, hey, brat, what are you doing!" The familiar Cantonese made Bu Zelu wake up all of a sudden.

"Cough, cough, Uncle Long, I'm sorry!" Bu Zelu hurriedly stood up, "Jackie, are you okay, no, my arm is broken, hurry up, let's go to the hospital!"

Following Bu Zelu's shout in English, Bu Zelu hurriedly supported Uncle Long all the way to the parking lot, and sat on it without hesitation.

"What's the matter with you kid? Hey, hurry up, put your arm on first!" Uncle Long said quickly as soon as he came up.

"Ahem, relax, I'm going to be a little confused, wait a minute!" Bu Zelu grabbed a bottle of water and poured it directly on his head. He did a deadly move just now, and it was really broken.

"parking!"

Following Bu Zelu's shout, the driver didn't dare to be vague, mainly because his boss' arm was obviously dislocated.

Taking a deep breath, Bu Zelu followed the tendons and began to reset and set Uncle Long's bones.

"Click! Click~"

"You kid didn't drink too much, so you can't pick it up wrong." Uncle Long rubbed his arm. It's not like he never broke his limbs, and he knew very well that it was not an ordinary dislocation.

"Well, you shouldn't! Why don't you go to my house and I'll show you!" Bu Zelu scratched his head and touched Uncle Long's arm.

"What if I make a wrong connection?" Uncle Long said amusedly and angrily.

"Take it apart and connect it again! Hey, it should be fine. Uncle Long, I'm a little dizzy now. Why don't you wait until I fall asleep?" Bu Zelu rubbed his face.

"Go to your place first and tell me what's the matter with you? You jumped out of the window? Are you okay!" Uncle Long asked concerned. He was able to come to such a party, and he knew who these people were, so he wouldn't be forced to Let's jump out of the window.

"Let's talk about it later, drive first and go home!" Bu Zelu hurriedly took out his phone and called Larry, asking him to lead the way.

When Bu Zelu and Uncle Long came out just now, naturally their own driver assistants saw it, and two cars were also parked on the side of the road behind them.

(End of this chapter)