[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

On the scarf around his neck, he suddenly understood the meaning of the six words uttered from that golden mouth.

It's really hard for him to speak clearly, it's really hard for him to speak!

I raised my eyebrows, looked at Poker Ping's face that seemed to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, and let out a long sigh, "Brother, in fact, it won't be very tiring to say more words..." Looking at Poker Ping slightly With slack lips, I smiled slightly, "Although you don't think you need to wear a scarf, at least in my opinion, it will be warmer if you wear it? Since you have this condition, why not do it?"

As expected, I didn't hear any more responses, I put my hands in my pockets, looked at the black jeep parked firmly in front of me, raised a smile and reached out and knocked on the window, "It really made me wait, Pan Zi. "

"Hangzhou's traffic has always been like this, besides, the young master didn't wait long, right?" The car window was rolled down, and Pan Zi's bearded face appeared in view, wearing a knitted hat, which had nothing to do with the last time he saw him before leaving. Change.

I smiled and pulled the oil bottle over and got into the car. Suddenly, I felt like everything was the same as before, but nothing was the same again.

"Little third master, who is this?"

I raised my head to meet Pan Zi's suspicious eyes in the rearview mirror, and I coughed lightly. The two brothers seemed to have hooked Poyou Fing's shoulders and bent his straight back, and then smiled and introduced Pan Zi. This guy who was caught by me from abroad, "This is my landlord in the UK, the great writer Kylin, Zhang Qiling."

Pan Zi looked Poker Fing up and down several times in surprise, his gaze didn't have any effect on Poker Finger, but I felt very guilty watching from the sidelines.Although I'm not lying, our relationship is really... a little delicate...

"It's really him! That young Chinese writer!"

"Eh?" I came back to my senses, opened my mouth slightly and was speechless. It took me a long time to find my voice and pointed at Poker Bottle and looked at Pan Zi, "You know him?!"

"Of course I know, Kylin's influence in China is not small." Pan Zi glanced at me lightly, focused on the road conditions, and said casually: "I still know him from the third master, it seems that he is related to the Huo family. It's very close. You don't care about these things, little third master, of course you don't know him. "

I lost my voice for a moment, feeling inexplicably disgusted with the word "Huo Family" mentioned by Pan Zi.

Huo Ling...

It seems to be a bit haunted...

"Little Sanye, what's the matter?" After not hearing my response for a long time, Pan Zi interrupted my short distraction with a worried voice, raised his head and inadvertently met the gaze turned by Poker Bottle, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable comfortable feeling.

"No, nothing..."

Although I trust Poker Bottle, it's really uncomfortable to feel that someone is stepping in the middle.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the feeling of stuffiness in my heart.

Why bother with a woman?No one is wrong when it comes to love.

The ongoing self-persuasion was interrupted by the cold fingers covering his forehead, and he turned his head to meet Poker-Face's worried eyes, and suddenly felt that he was a bit mediocre.

"Don't worry." Poker-Face said, rubbing my forehead slightly with his fingers, completely forgetting Pan Zi who was sitting in the driver's seat and concentrating on driving the car. I smiled and pulled his hand down, looking at Pan Zi. Zi, "I'm fine, what's there to worry about? You know this one, Pan Zi."

Poker-Face nodded to Pan Zi, withdrew his hand and turned his head to look out the window, his vision seemed to penetrate the fleeting scenery, and he didn't know where he landed.

Pan Zi looked at Poker Ping for a long time with a strange expression on his face.

I noticed Pan Zi's unnatural expression, and turned to look at Poker Bottle. I didn't see anything wrong, so I leaned on the back of the driver's seat and approached Pan Zi, lowering my voice, "Hey, what's the problem? ?”

"The problem is not...just..." Pan Zi shook his head, his voice lowered, "Kylin doesn't show up very much, so very few people have seen him, but it doesn't mean that there are no, but I haven't heard that this guy is a Facial paralysis..."

Facial... paralyzed?

I twitched the corners of my mouth and tried to hold back my laughter. I almost held back my tears. I could only turn my face away to suppress my voice and twitched my body. I didn't look at Pan Zi seriously until the smile passed, and I didn't try to hide my voice. I believe Pan No matter how low the pressure is, the stuffy oil bottle has already heard what Zizi said before.

"Pan Zi, facial paralysis means lack of expression, it's a disease, but this one is not expressionless, but just too lazy to express!"

As soon as the words were finished, Poker-Face turned his head abruptly, stared at me quietly for a while and then turned back, his slightly cool eyes fixed me on the spot, and turned his head a little stiffly to look at the shrugging shoulders. Pan Zi gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Drive hard! If we accidentally lose our lives, I will never let you go to hell!" I was so angry that I didn't realize what I said , When I came back to my senses, I realized that I seemed to have accidentally swear. I turned my head and glanced at the oil bottle in embarrassment. His anger went straight to his heart and lungs.

"Zhang Qiling! Don't laugh!"

---------Zhang Qi Ling

I looked down at the concrete floor under my feet, feeling a little dazed.

The ground under his feet belongs to China, and it also belongs to Wu Xie's hometown.

Looking up through the irregularly fluttering snowflakes and looking at Wu Xie who stopped for some reason, the slight ripples in his heart carried a hint of warmth, and the cold wind that was originally cold suddenly became less cold .

The climate in Hangzhou is mild, but there is a bit of harsh chill in the softness. Probably only this kind of climate can breed a person like Wu Xie who is gentle on the surface but stubborn in his heart.

One side of water and soil nourishes one side of people.

But what about the water and soil that nourished me?Is it really London?

"The third uncle's buddy, Pan Zi, will come to pick us up later, just wait before that." A gentle voice came from close at hand, and I raised my head to look at Wu Xie's pair of hands that often danced with the shaker. His hand was falling on the end of the scarf around his neck, he gently pulled it, and patted the snowflakes that fell on it.

There was an uncontrollable throbbing in the left chest. I lowered my eyes and stared at Wu Xie's frozen, somewhat transparent fingertips. "This is actually unnecessary."

The winter in southern cities is too warm for those who are never afraid of the cold.

The person with a smile in front of him is also too warm.

It was too warm, and I felt a little uncomfortable for a while, and I didn't know how to face it.

"Brother, in fact, it won't be very tiring to say more words. Although you don't think you need to wear a scarf, at least in my opinion, it will be warmer if you wear it? Since you have this condition, why not do it?" Wu Xie slightly Raising his eyebrows, his tone was a little helpless and a little teasing.

I didn't answer, I watched the hands inserted into the owner's pockets, and then I looked up at the jeep parked in front of Wu Xie.

"It really made me wait, Pan Zi."

"The traffic in Hangzhou has always been like this, besides, the third master didn't wait long, did he?"

I looked at the face exposed from the window of the car, and it looked a bit vicissitudes in my thirties, but I didn't feel decadent and sloppy, but rather ruthless.

It suddenly occurred to me that Wu Xie’s family, like the Xie family, was running a black and white business, no matter whether it was visible or not, as long as they could intervene, they would get involved. The Wu family is better at buying people's hearts and doing business that is mutually beneficial, so they have only friendship and no hatred with people of various identities.

It seems to be a good industry, but Wu Xie fled to London because of this.

I can probably understand.

Seeing Wu Xie and Pan Zi joking, I was in a daze.Wu Xie's character, even if he could do it, he would not be willing to do it.There are too many black tricks in the business world, and there are too many shady secrets. If you get involved, it is tantamount to throwing away a very precious thing.

Something called "freedom".

Wu Xie pulled me into the car, and the closed car door blocked the snow that was flying in the wind. Pan Zi looked at me, although it was a scrutinizing look, but with obvious distrust and hostility.

The Wu family really protected Wu Xie so well that even one of their subordinates was so wary of strangers who approached him.

"Little third master, who is this?"

"This is my landlord in England, the great writer Kylin, Zhang Qiling." Wu Xie suddenly reached out and hooked my shoulders, and was pulled by him without warning, and I bent slightly. I squinted and looked up. Pan Zi, who looked at me with a little surprise, sighed secretly.

After seeing this trip to China, I can't do anything if I don't want to get involved with the Huo family.

"It's really him! That young Chinese writer!"

Pan Zi's reaction was expected, but Wu Xie seemed surprised, "Huh? You know him?!" I looked at Wu Xie speechlessly, wondering whether his reaction was contempt for Pan Zi or me. despise.

"Of course I know, Kylin has a lot of influence in China. I still know him from the third master, who seems to be very close to the Huo family. You don't care about these things, little third master, of course you don't know him."

When I heard Pan Zi's words, I suddenly felt powerless.The sliver of hope I was holding was completely cut off. I pressed the back of Pan Zi's head, wondering if he mentioned the Huo family on purpose.

No one made a sound anymore, and the quiet and strange atmosphere made me feel a little inexplicably uncomfortable. I tilted my head slightly to look at Wu Xie, who had lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. For a while, I didn't know what to say.

Perhaps sensing something wrong with Wu Xie, Pan Zi broke the frozen air with a loud voice, "Little San Ye, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing..."

Nothing?

I looked at Wu Xie, he moved away in a panic after meeting my gaze, and felt slightly