When cannon fodder becomes a sand sculpture

In the materials Cao Nanyu gave to Xuanzhe, there were a few photos of Wenshuang's life, to be precise, it was his rented house. It is not an exaggeration to say that a good house was ruined by him, because every time the house was handed over, it was too horrible to look at. The photo was left by the landlord and passed into the hands of Cao Nanyu. At that time, Xuanzhe saw the first thought: a pig's nest.

People's living habits are extremely difficult to change, especially when they are adults, so when Wenshuang went to open the door, Xuanzhe was fully prepared, thinking that it would be too dirty, he turned around and left, but he was somewhat looking forward to it, after all, the prodigal son look back.

The house with one bedroom and one living room is not too big, and the decoration is just that way. It can be categorized, neat and bright, which is far from the inherent impression.

Wen Shuang brought a pair of new slippers for Xuanzhe, worried that Miao Xiaofoda would not be used to it, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Xuan, you are about to settle down. Do you want boiled water or tea?"

Xuanzhe gave a "hmm" for no reason, and continued: "Plain water is fine."

When Wen Shuang went to prepare dinner, Xuanzhe sat on the sofa and looked around. There was not even a speck of dust on the table. Sometimes as long as the seeds of doubt were planted, a little bit of doubt would make its branches flourish. Xuanzhe had to face this problem again : Can a person really change so completely from beginning to end?Like two completely different things.

Wen Shuang glanced at Xuan Zhe through the glass in the kitchen. The man was drinking water from a cup. He had slender and handsome joints and a thin wrist. He wore a silver-white watch on it, which was very elegant and elegant. He was also a man... Xuan Zhe looked at himself and sighed silently.

Just two bowls of simple egg noodles, but sprinkled with chopped green onion, it looks good, not to mention the aroma is very attractive, Xuanzhe asked unintentionally: "Who did you learn cooking from?"

"My grandma." Wen Shuang blurted out.

Xuanzhe froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

He clearly remembered that it was written in the records that his grandparents passed away one after another in the fifth year after Wen Shuang was born, and there was no grandma for three generations from him.So this was taught in a dream at night?Xuanzhe cast a deep glance at the person opposite him.

It wasn't that Wen Shuang was lax, but that he really couldn't think of himself as a small cannon fodder in the original book. Xuan Zhe might waste time at a glance. How could he get the qualification of the Great Demon King to memorize the data book?

The noodles were good. After eating, Xuanzhe felt that the turbidity that had been hidden in his heart for a whole day was swept away, and then he suddenly said: "Tomorrow, you will accompany me to a place."

"Ah?" Wen Shuang hurriedly responded after being stunned: "No problem, isn't Assistant Cao going?"

Cao Nanyu can be called a treasure chest, usually he doesn't need others much.

"He has something to do tomorrow." Xuan Zhe got up after speaking, and was about to leave, but Wen Shuang hurriedly saw him off.

Seeing the car disappear at the intersection, Wen Shuang felt a strange tenderness in his heart. He actually wanted Xuanzhe to stay a little longer, after all, it was his friend's first visit... Forget it, Xuanzhe probably didn't want to be friends with him, Wen Shuang pursed her lips, went to the food stall to buy two catties of edamame, and went home happily.

Before going to bed, Xuan Zhe sent an address, asking Wen Shuang to come to the door at [-]:[-] noon tomorrow, and he will go there after the meeting.

The boss is very busy. Tomorrow, Saturday, Wen Shuang turned on his mobile phone to search while feeling sorry for him, and found that it was one of the best entertainment clubs, which was regarded as a gold bank for celebrity circles. Wen Shuang immediately sat up straight and started searching for what he should pay attention to. Conclusion: As long as the identity and money are in place, it doesn't matter to wear big pants to enter the door.

Wen Shuang quickly decided what to wear tomorrow, then wrapped herself in a quilt and fell asleep for a second.

On the other side, Xuan Zhe was sitting in the study room, only one light was on on the desk, so most of the room was swallowed by darkness, he stood in it and looked very lonely, and there was Wen Shuang's materials in his hand, the corners were no longer so Brand new, it can be seen that the owner has read it a lot.

A bold guess gradually emerged in Xuan Zhe's mind, but he felt that it was absurd. He was really crazy to believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but the more unimaginable the possibility, the closer to the truth.

Wen Shuang arrived at the entrance of the clubhouse at 10:30 the next day. The security personnel around him were blindfolded. Anyone without a black card or invitation letter would be turned away. , and a big security guard who noticed him stared at him from time to time.

A silver car drove past Wen Shuang, and the wind that blew up was a little defiant, but it didn't take long for the car to back up and stop in front of Wen Shuang. The windows were lowered, revealing a With a handsome but playful face, the other party looked Wen Shuang up and down, then rubbed his chin and laughed.

This action was really greasy, Wen Shuang resisted the urge to tap his toes into the dungeon, and pulled the corner of his mouth.

"What, changed sex?" The man's voice had a deliberately low bubble, and Wen Shuang was really worried that he would cut to the puppet in the chainsaw in the next second, which tormented his ears a bit.

know?Wen Shuang was startled, but couldn't find any memory about the man, so she could only nod in embarrassment: "Yeah."

Wen Shuang's long legs are wrapped in black trousers today, with a khaki windbreaker on the gray linen, casual and formal attire, really looks like a young master raised by a noble family, standing under a tree with clean eyes attractive.

"You appear here..." The man's smile widened: "There is no gold master again? Okay, I see you are doing well today, follow me?"

Wen Shuang immediately looked around to see if there were no bricks.

The bad impression left by the original body is really deep-rooted. Wen Shuang completely disconnected from the past, just hoping that time can wash away some traces, but this man's contemptuous trampling all the time reminds him that the pits dug by the original body are endless, Wen Shuang Restraining his smile, he became extremely vigilant, "No, I'm waiting for someone, please do what you want."

"Waiting for someone? Are you waiting for someone better than me?"

Wen Shuang sneered in her heart, he was so ordinary, yet so confident.

Wen Shuang took a step back, her attitude was obvious, but this irritated the man a bit. The man got off the car, his face became ugly, and he said aggressively: "I can't understand you when I talk to you, right?" With a clear look in his eyes, "Or is it that there is not enough money? How much do you ask for a price?"

Wen Shuang: "I'm not short of money recently. If you're in a panic, I'll find you a place? It's all high-quality." He had never seen such a place before, and he spoke without shame.

The man was irritated by the faint disdain during the period, and reached out to grab Wenshuang.

This action inexplicably irritated Wen Shuang's nerves.He has always been very tolerant, especially when he came to this world, in order not to step on the thunder, he kept his attitude to the lowest level, but in the previous world, he also grew up surrounded by all kinds of doting, and the money may not be so much, but from Weifeng eats and sleeps in the open, and most of the escorts and guides along the way, coupled with his exquisite heart, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is carved out of a little bit of gentle carving with a carving knife. The key to attracting some goodwill, but he chooses to bear it, does not mean that anyone has to bear it.

In other words, clay figurines still have a three-point temper, and Wen Shuang is no exception.

He suddenly didn't retreat, but slapped the man's hand away, turned around and walked away amidst the slightly astonished expression of the man.

"You stand for me!" The man roared angrily, and stepped forward to tear Wen Shuang's collar.

Wen Shuang began to think seriously about his chances of winning the fight.

Forget it, you don't lose if you lose, let's talk after fighting!

Wen Shuang has never fought, but as a man, any bloody potential is hidden in his bones.

In a coquettish red car not far away, Li Junshan watched this scene cheerfully, grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears, busy making a bet with Lei Wenxu: "I bet that if Zhao makes a move, Wen Shuang will kneel down!" beg for mercy."

Lei Wenxu didn't know if it was possible, so he turned to look in the rearview mirror and asked with interest, "What does President Jiang think?"

Jiang Suqing is also there.

He was smoking in the back seat, his eyes fell on Wen Shuang, and he couldn't see any joy or anger, because he had already clashed with Jiang Ning several times, looking up, down, left, and right, there was nothing to redeem except for his skin. Jiang Suqing naturally felt that Wen Shuang had to admit defeat for a while, and the familiar flattery would appear on that face, which was disgusting to see.

However, the three failed miserably.

Wen Shuang's height is about the same as Zhao Tuo's, but Zhao Tuo liked to fight in the early years without learning or skill, crushing Wen Shuang in terms of strength, he almost lost his feet when he pulled Wen Shuang, but the viciousness in the youth's eyes became more and more fierce. The stronger it got, the more he grabbed Zhao Tuo's wrist, bowed his head ruthlessly, and bit it.

You've beaten it all, do you still care about the technique?

"Fuck!" Jiang Suqing sat up suddenly, seeing that something was wrong, "This little bastard is serious! Xuan Zhe will take him as a companion today, don't let anything happen!"

Lei Wenxu also unbuckled his seat belt and planned to go down to help, but the black Maybach passed by quickly, and the excellent brake system made it stop wherever he stepped on, and a tall figure got out of the car, Xuanzhe had already caught Zhao Tuo's body hair.

"Ah!" Zhao Tuo cried out in pain, he had no choice but to tilt his head along with the force, and shouted, "Fuck! Who's fighting and pulling their hair?!"

Wen Shuang tugged even tighter, but her tone was decent: "I said I'm asking for 500 million now, do you want it, sir?"

Xuan Zhe's eyebrows twitched, he clearly saw the disgust in Wen Shuang's eyes.

Zhao Tuo scolded: "You have to think about it if you fucking post it to me. Giving you five hundred is considered a loss to me!"

"Okay." Xuan Zhe grabbed Wen Shuang's wrist, word by word: "Let go."

The cold and deep voice instantly dragged Wen Shuang out of a growing anger, and immediately woke up.

Wen Shuang was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Xuan?" He let go of his hand, staggered two steps, and came to Xuan Zhe's side.

Zhao Tuo lost such a big man, it would be hard to vent his anger if he didn't beat Wen Shuang into mud, he didn't even recognize the Lord Yan who was next to Wen Shuang, he raised his fist and was about to smash him, but Xuan Zhe simply snapped at him Kick it out all the way.

"Fuck..." Jiang Suqing saw that Xuan Zhe was angry, and he and Lei Wenxu withdrew his hand on the car door in a tacit understanding, and sat upright.

Wen Shuang's collar was messy, and there was a red mark on the neck left by Zhao Tuo when he tore it vigorously earlier, as if he had put on a hemp rope and strangled it around. "Does it hurt?"

Wen Shuang lowered her head: "It doesn't hurt..."