Douluo: You call this a toy

Yang Fan checked the time and saw that Liu Xueru had to sleep for more than an hour. He closed the door and left the hotel.

I didn’t get a good look at it last time I came to Nanzhou, so I can’t miss it this time.

Standing at the door of the hotel, watching the people coming and going, especially the beauties dressed in fashionable clothes, as a gentleman, he couldn't help but have wild thoughts.

The big city is a world dominated by the rich and powerful. I will try my best to make a career. When I earn more money, I will buy a house in Nanzhou, bring my mother over, and enjoy the life of a city dweller.

Just when Yang Fan was full of longing for the future, a middle-aged man walked into the hotel with two strong men. Maybe he was standing a little in the way, and one of the men pushed him.

Yang Fan was a little unhappy. The road was so wide, but he didn't block it. He stood still and was pushed down. City people were more rude and arrogant than country people.

The middle-aged man not only didn't scold his subordinates for their bad behavior, but seemed not to notice it.

Yang Fan didn't say anything, but the middle-aged man stopped at the door and said to the security guard: "The security of your hotel is so bad that you don't care about unscrupulous people hanging around the door? If they come to assassinate me, wouldn't I?" Already lying in a pool of blood."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jin, I'll kick him out right now."

The security captain came to Yang Fan in person and whispered: "Sir, don't linger at the door. It will affect the entry and exit."

Then he added: "Mr. Jin just now is an old customer of the hotel. He stays in the presidential suite every time. He has extremely high security requirements. Please cooperate."

If it hadn't been for the second part of the security captain's sentence, Yang Fan would not have cooperated because he also worked in a hotel. He had to argue with Mr. Jin, who pushed him away for no reason and even asked the security guard to drive him away. Does he look like a bad guy?

When he was away from home, his mother told him that more things are worse than less things. Yang Fan kept this in mind, but his motto was: I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone respects me, I will give him one foot. That Mr. Jin just now was obviously offended. he.

Not wanting to mess up the good mood, I turned around and walked away.

After a short time, Yang Fan returned to the hotel with his bag. Liu Xueru was still sleeping. He spread the yellow paper he bought on the square glass table, took out the pen and ink, concentrated on it, and condensed the air flow in his body into his fingers. Soon, he was finished. The three attack talismans were about to draw the holding talisman when they heard movement in Liu Xueru's bedroom and hurriedly put them in the drawer.

Liu Xueru was wearing a skirt and had put on flesh-colored stockings on her slender legs. She glanced at Yang Fan and washed away sleepily.

If only he had such a fairy-like wife, this life would be enough. Yang Fan's heart rippled, and his inferiority complex was quietly replaced by strong desire. What's wrong with him being a farmer?I earned more than 100 million in less than a month, and I will earn more in the near future.

Except for his family background, he is no worse than anyone else. Unknowingly, he has regained the self-confidence that he had suppressed for a long time.

"I like authentic Nanzhou braised noodles, and I will take you to try it."

Liu Xueru was packed up, carrying her satchel and wearing high-heeled sandals. Her elegant temperament made Yang Fan feel a little ashamed and did not dare to get too close to her.

Seeing through Yang Fan's thoughts, she beckoned to Yang Fan, "Follow me, others don't know, and they think you are my male secret."

"Ha ha."

Don't talk about male secrets, I have no objection to being your male favorite. Of course, Yang Fan just thinks about it in his heart and doesn't dare to say it with his mouth.

He coughed and puffed up his chest, only to realize that Liu Xueru was almost as tall as him when she put on high heels.

When getting out of the elevator, a group of people walked out of another elevator at the same time. It was Mr. Jin. Yang Fan didn't say anything.

Mr. Jin looked at Liu Xueru, but ignored Yang Fan beside her.

"Xueru, you are also here to participate in the medicine fair, right?'

Liu Xueru also recognized the other party, her face changed slightly, "Uncle Jin."

"he is?"

The man named Jin asked Yang Fan who was standing aside.

After being slightly flustered, Liu Xueru calmed down and said, "He is my client, and we are coming together to participate in the drug fair."

"Well, that boy Yu Fei has been thinking about you and has been making trouble all day long to come to Jiangxia to find you. You two should keep in touch."

Mr. Jin said, his eyes fell on Yang Fan's face, and said: "You are not young anymore. Get married as soon as possible. I am still anxious to hold my grandson."

Liu Xueru's pretty face flushed, "I'm still young, so I won't consider marriage for the time being."

"Haha, I have an entertainment. I will take Yu Fei to your house another day."

She and Jin Yufei have not decided yet, so how can they talk about getting married?He said this deliberately in front of Yang Fan, just to warn Yang Fan that Liu Xueru is his future daughter-in-law of the Jin family, so don't try to interfere with her.

After giving Yang Fan a meaningful look, Mr. Jin strode away under the protection of his bodyguards.

For some reason, Yang Fan felt like he was being stabbed in the heart. Unexpectedly, Liu Xueru already had a wife, and he felt inexplicably empty.

"Let's go."

Sensing something strange about Yang Fan, Liu Xueru did not explain.

Sitting in the car, Yang Fan stared straight ahead, feeling like he was falling into an abyss.

After passing a few traffic lights, the car stopped in front of a Nanzhou braised noodle shop.

After getting off the bus, Yang Fan returned to his original state of mind and secretly warned himself not to over-inflate himself. You are a country boy, so be realistic and don't try to reach high.

Nanzhou braised noodles are not only delicious, but the soup is also delicious. Yang Fan will come to eat it if he has the opportunity.

After eating, the two returned to the hotel. Liu Xueru was walking in front. Yang Fan was a few steps behind her. As he was walking towards the elevator, a voice stopped him.

"Yang Fan, why are you here?"

Yang Fan stopped, who could he be who was unfamiliar with the place in Nanzhou?Looking back towards the source of the sound, I saw a familiar face.

"Zhou Zili."

"Yes, it's me."

The man in a suit and tie at the front desk came out of the counter and walked up to him with his head held high.

"I haven't seen you in more than a year, what are you doing?"

Zhou Zili is Yang Fan's high school classmate. He is a gangster in the class. He is always at the bottom of every exam. However, he has a good relationship with his classmates.

"Always at home."

Yang Fan answered truthfully.

"I remember that your family is in the countryside, and you farmed at home. Otherwise, I will tell the boss that you come to work in the hotel."

When Liu Xueru heard this, she chuckled. Can your hotel afford her?Entered the elevator and returned to the room.

"It seems that you are doing well, and you know how to remind old classmates."

Yang Fan neither agreed nor refused, but looked at him and smiled.

Zhou Zili fiddled with his collar, looked around, lowered his voice, and said proudly: "It's just so so, I got to be the lobby manager."

"The annual salary is 15, which is only a little better than you."

"Okay, you are a person with an annual salary. Among the classmates, you are doing well so far."

"How about it? Come work in the hotel and I can protect you."

Yang Fan shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness, I can't do this."

"Haha, everyone has his own ambitions. Your ambition is not to face the loess with your back to the sky, right?"

It sounded sarcastic when it came from Zhou Zili's mouth, but Yang Fanhun didn't care because he was used to it.

"Well, it's okay. I'll go upstairs."

When did this old classmate learn to act cool? Yang Fan didn't like it very much.

Zhou Zili raised his wrist and deliberately opened the watch to Yang Fan to look at it, "It's too late today and I'm on duty again. Why don't you leave tomorrow and I'll take you around."

"Okay."

Yang Fan walked towards the elevator.

"What? No more suites? I didn't make a reservation. Why didn't you let me stay? Call your manager. I want to file a complaint against you!"

It sounded familiar. Yang Fan looked back and found that the troublemaker was the BMW man.