The national teacher dressed as a rich and noble son

As soon as Wang Ping went out, he felt the warm sunshine of golden autumn and was so moved that he almost hugged the earth.

As soon as the car started, he saw a shop selling hot drinks next door, so he said to Xie Yubo: "Master, I'll buy you a cup of hot milk."

Their young master has made great efforts to suppress ghosts, so he needs to add a little protein and calories.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang." Xie Yubo picked out a history of technology application in the trunk, eagerly absorbing new knowledge.

His fortune-telling business has just taken shape, and he must hurry up to understand the science, so as not to ruin his own brand.

Xie Yubo looked at it and became a little fascinated, the fairy of science is really awesome!

Being able to go to the sky and go to the sea can improve the well-being of all mankind.Compared with the fact that he can only change a small part of someone's fate, science is really great.

Xie Yubo was amazed, his memory was not as exaggerated as his photographic memory, but his reading speed was extremely fast, one page after another, like a child sitting in the back seat of his father's car flipping through comic books, full of curiosity about the world.

Refrigerators seem to have been seen at home, as have air conditioners and washing machines.

The plane is good, I want to buy it.

Nice yacht, I want to buy it.

The aircraft carrier is good, think...

Xie Yubo looked up from the book, and suddenly saw a black four-wheeler with an unfamiliar license plate passing by on the reverse road on the left, and his brother was in the co-driver, looking like he was trying to catch his brother for skipping class!

Xie Yubo quickly took out a talisman from his pocket, leaned out and stuck it on the front windshield.

A little blindfold can make the car hidden in the city, you can see the shape, but you can't tell it apart.

Xie Yubo was very confident.

One minute later, the black four-wheeled vehicle stopped directly in front of him.

Um?blind cat meets dead mouse

This stinky driver, my national teacher remembers you.

The car turned the curve, Xie Chenbo looked around, "Hey, the location is here, why didn't I see Xiaobo's car?"

Shang Yange looked at him suspiciously, and offered help concisely: "The one behind."

Xie Chenbo took a closer look and found that the license plate number was correct.Strange, was he blind just now?

When Xie Yubo felt that his brother couldn't see, the car door opened, and a pair of long legs wrapped in suit pants appeared, and then, his brother Xie Chenbo's face suddenly became clear!

Through the bulletproof glass, one could see his brother's unkind expression. After he became a national teacher, no one was fierce to him except the tyrant.

What should I do, the eldest brother looks a bit fierce.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Yubo threw all the superstitious props in the back seat to the front seat, and then closed the eye of the sky with a click, so that no one would look at it.

Oh, so I won't be able to see the face of my eldest brother.

Cover your ears and steal your bell like pretending to be blind to hide from brother.

Wang Ping came back with two cups of hot milk, and met Mr. Xie outside the car, and was so surprised that the milk spilled.

The driver approached, and the car door unlocked automatically. Xie Chenbo pulled open the back seat door with a sullen face, "Xiao Bo, you..."

He has a fierce face, but his voice is very gentle, but he is just pretending to be a stern elder brother with his expression while his younger brother can't see.

A certain national teacher hit right.

Xie Chenbo lowered his head, and saw his younger brother in school uniform struggling to use the camera reading function of his mobile phone, obediently reading a popular science book.

Coincidentally, the popular science content is satellite positioning technology.

Xie Chenbo was embarrassed for a while, touched his nose, "Why did you go to so many places today?"

Xie Yubo blinked her black and slender eyelashes slowly, raised her head from the book, and whispered, "My classmates have started discussing college majors."

Xie Chenbo covered his heart.

"My brother said that fortune-telling is not possible, so I want to learn massage for the blind." Xie Yubo lowered her thin eyelids and said firmly, "I want to be a useful person to society."

Xie Yubo recited the editor's message to the young people in the preface of "History of Science and Technology Application".

Brother Xie was hit violently, yes, he forgot that his younger brother was in a special situation.He felt that with the status of the Xie family, he could give his younger brother a prosperous life, but he forgot that Xie Yubo was also a seven-foot man.

His first reaction was to strongly object, how could a rough job like massage for a blind man be suitable for his delicate younger brother.But now, Xie Chenbo opened his mouth, his throat tightened slightly, and he was speechless.

He has already opposed Xie Yubo's fortune-telling, and if he opposes him learning massage, wouldn't it hurt his brother's self-esteem too much?

"So you came out to find a massage parlor by yourself?" Xie Chenbo guessed, "It's too messy outside, I'll help you find it."

Xie Yubo twisted the pages of the book with her fingertips: "I want to find a master myself."

Xie Chenbo compromised again within a second, anyway, he can check in secret.

Wang Ping was dumbfounded, and watched Xie Yubo's three or two thousand dollars to persuade the young master.

Xie Chenbo gave Wang Ping a warning look: "Don't take the young master to a dangerous place."

Wang Ping nodded his head like garlic, obviously it was the young master who took him to a dangerous place.

"You go to class, my company still has something to do."

"Goodbye brother."

……

Shang Yange didn't get out of the car, he defined himself as the driver who brought Xie Chenbo over, and his housework, watching him might hurt the young master's self-esteem.

Furthermore, he needs to understand the reason why he suddenly followed.

Shang Yange tapped his knuckles on the steering wheel to reflect, and at the same time felt tightness in his chest, so he lowered the window to breathe.

It's just for breathing—not for the sake of listening to the brother over there talking in a fair way.

Half of Xie Yubo's body was hidden in the carriage, and from his angle he could only see a small section of the sleeve of the school uniform.

With a few swipes of the fingertips on the screen, the map software displayed the addresses of five nearby massage parlors.

Hmm... The distance is absolutely too late to visit in depth, at most say a few words.

Mr. Shang showed a very high detective level at this moment.

When he heard that Xie Chenbo agreed to Xie Yubo's apprenticeship, his brows furrowed tightly.

Massaging requires strength, so it is not suitable for the young man, his fingers do not touch the spring water, so he cannot do rough work.

The bloody fingers in the bathroom appeared in front of his eyes, and the familiar feeling of rage rose.

Shang Yange gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hands tensed.

The car door slammed, and Shang Yange concealed the messy emotions in his eyes.

Xie Chenbo climbed into the car, changed his high-spirited look when talking about business, like a defeated lion, "I actually agreed to Xiaobo to learn massage for the blind."

Shang Yange commented lightly: "The apprentice is very tired, you shouldn't agree to him."

Xie Chenbo faintly heard a hint of hatred for iron but not steel.

He really tried.

……

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky really began to turn cloudy. The high school ended at 05:30, and Wang Ping waited early to pick up people at the school gate.

Before the rainstorm, there was lightning and thunder, and when the first thunder exploded, Wang Pingfu counted silently to his heart.

one two Three……

43!

The dark clouds were still thick, and Wang Ping held his breath, waiting for the next thunderclap.

Weather phenomena are ever-changing, and a butterfly flapping its wings may change the climate once.

The young master said a total of 43 times, but Wang Ping thought it was impossible.

But Lei Gong seemed to be rushing home from get off work to eat, and all of a sudden he died down, and he didn't even say a word.

God!It's exactly the same score as the little boy!

The school bell vibrates and the rainstorm stops.

Wang Ping accepted the baptism of the torrential rain, and his steps became more stable.

He went retrograde to the door of the classroom, and received the young master who was waiting for him obediently.

"Go to Boss Wang first."

The torrential rain caused slight water accumulation in the whole city. When a car drove by, the front and rear wheels splashed like white waves, and occasionally splashed to the door of the merchants.

Wang Fuyang moved the small bench and looked forward to it all afternoon. When a luxury car came over, he stretched his neck to look at it. His mood was up and down, and he was almost divided between whether the little fairy would come or not.

Another car parked steadily at the door, and after seeing the license plate number clearly, Wang Fuyang patted his buttocks and jumped up.

The little fairy is here!

He picked up the umbrella on the side, opened it, and when Xie Yubo got out of the car, he put the umbrella on top of Xie Yubo's head to prevent him from getting wet from the raindrops from the green trees.

Wang Ping felt ashamed.

The staff asked Wang Fuyang to rush home to rest, and he handed over a cup of hot tea, "Sit down for a while and drink some tea, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."

Xie Yubo saw that he was about to stomp his feet in anxiety, and motioned him to sit down.

"When did it start?"

Wang Fuyang said sadly: "It's been like this since I took over. It's been about two years. It wasn't too serious at first."

His father has no talent in massage, Wang Fuyang was taught by his grandfather himself, and he was praised as a young man, who knew that he was worse than his father.

Xie Yubo: "That is to say, this matter only happened after your father's death?"

Wang Fuyang whispered: "I don't think my father will make things difficult for me."

"That's right, it might be because you have trouble with him." Xie Yubo comforted Wang Fuyang.

"May I ask, how did your father die?"

Speaking of this, resentment flashed across Wang Fuyang's face, "One day two years ago, my dad went out to buy cigarettes, and as soon as he crossed the road, he saw someone domestically abusing him on the street. knife--"

Xie Yubo asked: "Is the murderer sentenced to death?"

"After stabbing someone, he rushed onto the road in a panic and was hit to death."

Xie Yubo pondered for a while, the resentment of being killed alone is not enough to stir up trouble, "Did your father have any grudges with the murderer before?"

Wang Fuyang paused for a moment: "I heard that that scumbag fell in love with my mother when he was young and pestered her. After my parents got married, the interest disappeared. Anyway, a murderer is a murderer."

Xie Yubo went upstairs and tore off the yellow talisman on the tablet. At noon, he noticed that there were two yin energy colliding with his spiritual power.One of them was full of resentment and kindness, and the former beat on the altar upstairs, only attacking Wang Fuyang.The other one was coerced, with extremely evil intentions, making waves in the massage room downstairs, chasing away customers indiscriminately.

Good-hearted resentment and sinful thoughts should be incompatible, but they are inseparable at all, as if they were imprisoned in a certain container for a long time and grew together.

"If I'm not mistaken, your father should have been cremated and his ashes buried in the cemetery next to Lingci."

Wang Fuyang: "Ah, yes." But what does this have to do with this matter?

"As far as I know, crematoriums generally do not clear the furnace. After cremation, some ashes are returned symbolically, which may include the ashes of the previous deceased."

This is the information that the great master secretly checked in the afternoon. To do this job, you need to be knowledgeable about the past and the present, so he has to read the book quickly.

Xie Yubo looked down at Wang Fuyang from above, "Do you know who your father's predecessor was?"

As if struck by lightning, Wang Fuyang contacted Xie Yubo for questioning just now, and he stammered, "The murderer?"

Died on the same day, very likely.

Who said that there is no need to do homework to cremate the body, and if you are not careful, you will be entangled with your enemies.

Xie Yubo asked the murderer's name and nodded.

Wang Fuyang was speechless, so his father's ashes were mixed with murderers?

He also used a porcelain jar that had been opened to seal the two of them tightly together?

And then buried the scum who coveted his mother next to his mother?

Fuck!No one can swallow this breath!Could it be that even a ghost would not let him off as an unfilial son!

Wang Fuyang rewarded himself with a big ear, knelt in front of his father's memorial tablet, and cried bitterly, "I'm sorry, Dad."

He looked at Xie Yubo: "Then what should we do now?"

Xie Yubo sincerely suggested: "Scatter the ashes into the sea."

The author has something to say:

Xie Yubo: The aircraft carrier is good, I think...

Mr. Shang: No, you don’t want to.

Xie Yubo: You are not as generous as a tyrant in this regard.

General Manager: ...

In the past, the whole world belonged to a tyrant, but now he can't even afford an aircraft carrier, [Yun Bei]