He Has a Dragon

In the study, the father and son will each think about what may happen next. [Starter]

It was discussed so late that the conversation ended.

At the end, before leaving the study, Xiao Yuanfang told Wang Le again: "I will inform you as soon as possible when I have an eyebrow, but be careful."

Wang Le nodded with a smile, as Xiao Yuanfang left the study together and returned to his room to rest.

"It seems that this time has to hurry to practice King Kong glass hood."

Wang Le, lying in bed, thought of the upcoming challenges, and felt the urgency to continue to strengthen his own strength.

Because it was late and Wang was not in a hurry to leave the capital, Wang Le did not go out to Su Yang for treatment of the other party.

As usual, Wang Le, while carrying out daily practice to improve the martial arts realm, is engaged in the practice of King Kong glass hood.

Time also slowly passed away during the cultivation. The moon was falling, the stars were dark, the sky was changed from black to white, and the red sun broke free from the last bondage. It slowly climbed up and dyed the blood on the half of the sky. .

At eight o'clock in the morning, Wang Le, who was engaged in regular practice, also woke up through the window with the sun, put on clothes and walked out of the bedroom. After a brief wash, he came to the dining room.

At this point Xiao Yuanfang had already gone out, and Lulu also drove the **** to the school at home.

Ning Bizhi, who was walking in the courtyard with a big belly, saw that Wang Le had got up, and returned to the house.

"You child did n’t say hello before coming to the capital. When I woke up in the morning, I knew you were going home last night."

After letting housekeeping staff bring a hot breakfast from the kitchen, Ning Bizhi told Wang Le, who was sitting at the dining table, a bad temper.

Wang Le quickly nodded and pleaded guilty and explained with a smile: "Beijing, who came yesterday afternoon, went to Lian Yayuan to chat with the old man about something. Later, Xi Yan was called to the hair salon, which delayed a lot of effort. It's evening. "

Immediately, Wang Le touched his hair, and immediately praised my expression and said, "Mom, your son's hairstyle is not bad, right?"

Ning Bizhi nodded thoughtfully and praised, "My son is born with a handsome embryo, any hair style is suitable, and they are the most handsome."

Wang Dashao was smirked by Ning Bizhi, and he also ate two bowls of porridge.

"Xiao Le, you just came back. It's something I mentioned before. I need to talk to you."

When Wang Le finished eating, sitting on the sofa in the living room and drinking tea, Ning Bizhi sat opposite and said.

Putting down the tea cup in his hand, Wang Le smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ning Bizhi replied: "Yu Weicheng, your mother ’s former Beijing University classmate, is now in Beijing. He always wanted to meet with you, but he always missed it. Do you want to tell him about it and talk about it somewhere? "

Seeing Wang Le, he nodded without thinking, and agreed, "That's right, it's better to choose another day to meet the day and meet today, otherwise, it's not clear what time to wait next time!"

After a pause, Wang Le said: "By the way, the boy is also a junior, so you still ask him where he lives. If it is convenient, it would be better for me to visit him in person."

Ning Bizhi thought about it too, then got up and walked to the landline, found out Yu Weicheng's mobile phone number, and dialed out.

At this time, Wang Le had some expectations in the next meeting with Yu Weicheng, because he knew very little about the mother who had only seen photos and died after giving birth to himself.

Perhaps from the old classmate of his mother, he can know some of his past memories. He wants to know what kind of character his mother is.

As a son of man, Wang Le's understanding and memory of her biological mother, Wang Xiaode, was blank in her mind.

Because of this, Wang Le always wanted to give this piece of blank space to make up for it as much as possible, so it ’s better to have a little more color. So when he was young, he always pestered Dean Chen and asked a lot about his mother. It is so secretive that it is unwilling to talk more.

As he grew older and gradually matured, Wang Le realized that President Chen didn't want to talk more, because the Sri Lankan had gone and his past was so sad, so he never asked about his mother's life before.

But I always look forward to knowing more about my mother.

Wang Le's heart was fluctuating at this moment, with hope in his heart.

At the same time, two men walked out of the airport lobby of Beijing suburbs, one of whom was the King of the Peak Fighter who once used to be the ground floor of Tianxiang Pavilion in Beijing!

"Little Boss left home, and now he still remembers when he left Beijing at the age of eight. This blink of an eye has been 20 years old, and the time has passed really fast."

Walking in front of the spiker, a young handsome long-haired man in a normal white T-shirt and jeans closed his eyes, breathing the air of his hometown, and said with emotion.

"I don't know the years in the mountains, and it's boring. Only by entering this world can we feel the meaning of life. Brother Lu must return to Beijing this time and enjoy it."

The spiker standing half a step behind the young man said with a smile, and now the braid left behind his head has grown again. Well, it is about twenty centimeters long, which is less than the long braid bitten by Wang Da. It's still a lot short. It can only be said that the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

The man with the single surname Lv opened his slender single eyelid eyes, apparently disagreeing with the peaker's point of view, and murmured, "Things are people and things do not matter, this earthly world is just a drag on martial arts practice."

The spiker doesn't mind ~ www.readwn.com ~ Moreover, even if there is an opinion, he dare not say it. We must know that the big man standing in front of himself is much better than him.

"Brother Qian, that person named Wang Le is so powerful? Can you reach the innate realm without systematic cultivation?"

The man with the surname Lu showed an interested look, and turned to look at the spiker and asked.

The spiker's careful liver twitched, and every time he dreamed back at midnight, when he thought of the scene where Wang Le's **** was beaten on the ring without knowing it, the hatred in his heart deepened.

If it were not for the master's panacea, his peaker would have been a waste in his life.

Every time I saw the disappearing long braid on his head in the mirror, it was like engraving the word "waste" on his forehead. This shame made him suffer day and night, and he did not avenge this. Can't look up.

But the thought of Wang Le's terror is even more frightening and desperate. This **** is a pervert completely, and the spiker never has the courage to fight with it.

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