Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

That's why Meng taught him a little lesson. After all, it's a holiday today, and beating children on rainy days is also idle. It's good to have fun.

The mid-level lottery draw is even more unexpected!

Looking at Zhao Haitang who was rolling all over the floor, Zhuge Dali felt a little sorry, but just as he was about to go up to say something, he found that his hand was held by Meng Lang.

Meng Lang leaned close to Dali's ear and whispered to her, "He embarrassed you for so long before, it's better to teach him a lesson, let him cry for a long time to remember, so as not to hurt others when he goes out in the future."

Feeling the heat coming from her ears, the little girl's face turned red, and she suddenly felt that Meng Lang's words were reasonable.

So Zhuge nodded vigorously and restrainedly, looking at Zhao Haitang, whose face was covered with snot and tears, the little girl felt disgusted and at the same time felt a strange pleasure in her heart.

It turns out that this is the bad taste after the success of the whole person?It's amazing.Zhuge Dali felt that he seemed to have some strange knowledge increased.

Ding!Congratulations to the host, you have completed the Enlightenment of Evil Taste of a Beautiful Girl, and you will be rewarded with an intermediate lottery draw once.

Meng Lang: OO;

Dali, what's wrong with you? ? ?

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Chapter 27 Zhuge Dali: So your English name is Jack?

10 minutes later, Love Apartment, Room 3602.

When Zhang Wei and Curry Sauce discussed the prosecution plan and came up from the printing shop downstairs, they saw this scene:

Meng Lang and Zhuge Dali sat side by side on the sofa, with juice in one hand and ice coke in the other. They were leisurely drinking slowly, clinking glasses from time to time.

And right in front of them, a down-to-earth young man in a sky blue sweater was performing "[-] rolls on the spot" hard in the living room, and at the same time he was still whining, and he couldn't hear what he was saying What, snot and tears all over the place.

Zhang Wei first rubbed his eyes, and after making sure that he was not dazzled, he asked the two people on the sofa: "Boss! Dali. Who is this person? Why did he appear in the apartment? And this is lying on the stage of a performance." fist?"

Meng Lang took a sip of iced cola slowly, and said calmly, "Oh, no. This is Dali's classmate Wu Er Er, who came here today to show Dali that his cerebral thrombosis has been cured."

Zhang Wei: ╮──╭?

I don't read much, don't lie to me, this is to show that the cerebral thrombosis is cured?Why do I feel like I just got mentally disabled when I came to perform?

So, Zhang Wei, who didn't understand the truth, also walked to the refrigerator, took out the boiled water that he put in the morning to chill, and sat on the other side of the sofa to enjoy Zhao Haitang's performance... .

Don't tell me, this little kicking action is quite unique!

Curry Sauce was kind-hearted, and he walked over and asked with a worried face, "Brother Meng Lang, will he stain our floor like this? Lawyer Zhang is very tired from mopping the floor every day."

Zhao Haitang on the floor: Д!

I'm already like this, none of you came up to comfort me, but you're still afraid that I'll stain the floor! ?Are you devils?

The poor child cried even more sadly

Another 10 minutes later, the number of people watching Zhao Haitang's rolling changed from 4 to 8 people. Not only Hu Yifei, Chen Meijia and Lu Ziqiao, but even Ajie who was passing by while delivering the courier, became fans of Zhao Haitang's unique kicking movements.

After another couple of times and 10 minutes, Hu Yifei, who was still a model teacher after all, couldn't stand the students continuing to be so sad. Meng Lang felt that she must be tired of watching it.

She stepped forward and slapped Zhao Haitang on the back of the head, shouting: "Hold it back!"

The groundhog's cries stopped abruptly.

Hu Yifei rushed into Zhang Wei's office, picked up the remaining half pack of "Bixiangyin" tissue from the table and threw it in front of Zhao Haitang.

"How old are you? Is it embarrassing to cry like this? Wipe it up yourself."

Seeing that Zhao Haitang had recovered, Meng Lang was too lazy to deal with him, so he stood up and said, "Yifei, you guys have a chat with classmate Haitang, let him take it easy. Dali and I have some personal matters, so we're going back to our room first."

After finishing speaking, he gave Zhuge Dali a wink and led her back to his room.

"Wow!"

Seeing Zhuge Dali blushing and following Meng Lang into the room, and hearing the sound of the door being locked, Big Brother Haitang cried again, the kind that no matter how hard he coaxed him, it was useless.

Everyone present looked at Zhao Haitang holding half a pack of tissues and weeping bitterly, shook their heads and left one after another, no matter how interesting the show was, they would get tired of watching too much, not to mention that Zhao Haitang was already crying and not rolling.

In Meng Lang's room.

Zhuge Dali looked at the furnishings in the room with great interest, and felt that although the surface was ordinary, there was an indescribable sense of freshness.

Suddenly, the little girl's eyes fell on a photo frame on the table.

It was a group photo. In the photo, a six or seven-year-old boy who looked exactly like Meng Lang was leaning on the chest of an old man who looked a little like him. The two of them laughed happily.

Going forward to take a closer look, there is a line of handwriting written in black pen on the photo, wishing little Jack healthy and happy forever.

Meng Lang was just looking for something in the bedside table. When he turned around, he found that Dali was holding up the photo frame and looking at it carefully, so he said:

"That's a photo of me and my grandpa when I was young. I have never met my parents. I lived with my grandpa when I was young."

Dali nodded thoughtfully, pointed to the handwriting on the photo and asked, "Then this is?"

"Oh, I hated learning English when I was young. Grandpa told me that if I got 90 points in the English test, he would take me to the amusement park. Obviously, I'm very smart." Meng Lang shrugged indifferently.

"Because it's a reward for the English test, so did you write your English name? Jack?"

"Well, what's the problem?"

"No." Thinking of her English name, the little girl couldn't help but blush.

"Well, it's fine if you don't have one. Dali, this is for you." He said, and handed Zhuge Dali two booklets.

"This is?" Zhuge Dali took the booklet, and saw that on the cover of the booklet, one was written about the Meng family's mind method, and the other was written about the Meng family's footwork.

"Since you want to join the health brigade, you need to increase your self-protection ability accordingly. The inner qi cultivated in this Meng family's mental method is thick and suitable for healing injuries. You should have seen the power of the other Meng family's footwork just now. .”

That's right, these two booklets were exactly what Meng Lang was planning to use as performance rewards in the team. One was a simplified version of the Sacred Heart Art's internal strength, and the other was a simplified version of the Steps to Climb to the Immortal.

I believe that relying on Zhuge Dali's mind can greatly increase his own strength in a short period of time.

Meng Lang looked solemn, and said in a concentrated voice, "Now, you have three hours to memorize these two exercises, so start right away."

Hearing this, Zhuge vigorously nodded his head seriously, put aside distracting thoughts and began to memorize seriously.

So, in the room.

Zhuge Dali was seriously endorsing the book, while Meng Lang started playing King's Pesticide with his mobile phone.