[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

With a flattering smile, he turned sideways and walked into the passage of the house, "Come in and sit down, the humble house is simple, please take care of the distinguished guests."

Obviously not to be seen.

I lowered my gaze, followed Wu Xie into the door, looked at the simple but very clean and tidy room, took the tea that Wu Xie brought over, lowered my gaze to stare at the staggered lines on the wooden coffee table, and waited for Wu Erbai to speak.

Wu Erbai didn't seem to be in a hurry, he sipped his tea without saying a word, Wu Xie couldn't resist the inexplicably depressed atmosphere, and said in a muffled voice, "Second Uncle, you called us here today, do you have something to say?"

"You know what I'm going to say."

Wu Xie shrugged with a wry smile, his movements seemed casual, but his back was very straight, "I never know what you mean, second uncle can say whatever he wants."

"Zhang Qiling, what is your relationship with Huo Ling?"

I was stunned, I didn't expect that Wu Erbai would ask Huo Ling the question, a bad feeling spread, I frowned, "It's okay."

It's just a cooperative relationship, but I don't believe Wu Erbai will believe this kind of statement at all.There must be a reason for him to ask this question.

"You mean, you two are just casual acquaintances?"

I nodded, and Wu Erbai suddenly smiled and put the teacup in his hand on the coffee table, turning the handle with his fingers, the friction between the porcelain and the wood made a dull sound, "Then why did Mrs. Huo express to the public that you and her Is your daughter on good terms?"

The Forty-first.

---------Wu Xie

I pursed my lips and raised my head to look at Pollen, who couldn't see his expression clearly because of the shadow cast by my bangs. I suddenly wanted to laugh, and I didn't intend to hide my smile. He, but said what he said to the second uncle, "Second uncle, you are too direct, aren't you?"

The second uncle squinted his eyes, didn't answer my words, but looked at Poker Bottle as if he was waiting for an answer that would satisfy him.

Of course, I was also waiting, but it seemed that Poker Ping did not open his mouth on purpose, and remained silent for a long time without even making a slight movement, as if frozen.

What kind of reaction is this?Nothing to say?

The second uncle was not in a hurry, and looked at Poker Ping calmly.

Inexplicably annoyed, I lowered my gaze, chuckled a few times, stood up and took the kettle on the side to add water to my second uncle who was almost empty.

Maybe it's because I'm not in a stable mood, the hand holding the teapot is trembling, and the splashed boiling water drips on the back of my hand, and I don't bother to open my mouth. Looking at the small area that is gradually turning red, my mood is gradually revealed like the trace of a burn negative emotion.

This feeling is really not ordinary fire.

I frowned, and then shifted my gaze to the stuffy oil bottle that hadn't responded for nearly 5 minutes, and the feeling of anxiety almost swept my mind.I stretched out my hand, trying to make this sculpture-like stuffy oil bottle open the cap at this time. Anyway, as a writer, I don't believe he can't say a word.

Touching Pokerfing's forearm with his hand, he felt the tense muscles, as hard as a stone.I was taken aback, and leaned slightly to meet the gaze of the upper Poker Oil Bottle.

The eyes are still pure black with no emotion, but at this moment, I don't know whether it is because of the dim light or what, the obsidian-like color seems to be a bit darker, as if it contains something, just looking at it, I feel cold all over , I can't take my eyes off it like being fixed.

That look was too scary, even if it wasn't directed at him, it could still make those who saw it feel palpitating.

He subconsciously swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath and then let it out, alleviating the fear in his heart a bit.I blinked my eyes away, raised my head to meet my second uncle's probing gaze, put my index finger on my lips and shook my head at my second uncle.

It's better not to bother Poker Ping now, I don't know why, I always feel that if I confront Poker Ping at this time, my life will be in danger...

I've never seen that guy look like this, even if I playfully tease him with candied haws, or make some jokes, he doesn't show such a big anger.

It can be seen that this time, Poker Bottle was really angry.

After all, without my permission, it was treated as a tool for others to show off, and anyone would be pissed off, right?

Suddenly, she felt some sympathy for Huo Ling.If Boyoupin treated Huo Ling as an insignificant person in the past, he can probably be regarded as an annoying person now. Being hated by someone he has given his sincerity to, that feeling should be very uncomfortable.

But so what?If the object is not Poker, maybe I will always maintain that kind of sympathy, but unfortunately, Huo Ling and the Huo family chose the wrong person.

I lowered my head and laughed lightly, ignoring the strange gaze from my second uncle, I suppressed my voice and said, "Second uncle, can you let me talk about your thoughts on this question you asked first?"

The second uncle frowned, as if he wanted to stop it, I smiled and made a pause gesture, turned my head to look at the stuffy oil bottle that had controlled my emotions and looked up with some doubts, and put away my smile.

"No matter what the Huo family wants to do, I believe in my brother. If it must bore me, I don't mind making a little prank. "

Second Uncle frowned, while Poker Fing slightly opened his eyes wide, showing a somewhat surprised expression which was rare.I smiled, lowered my head and plucked some long bangs, "Although it will be troublesome, I really hate that others treat me, Wu Xie, as a good bully. This kind of contemptuous behavior is a bit too arrogant."

Since the second uncle and the second uncle can know about my affairs in London, I believe Mrs. Huo also has some control over the whereabouts of Poker Finger. Bar?

If I'm not mistaken, what the second uncle said was also publicized after learning about these things.

However, Mrs. Huo looked down on me a little bit too much. This method with a bit of a big hair feeling is completely like dealing with elementary school students.

I'm not a primary school student.

"Thank you." Poker Ping said suddenly, I turned my head, dazed by the slightly wide corners of his mouth, coughed lightly and turned my gaze away, met Second Uncle's gaze, straightened my expression and wanted to speak up and confess myself, But he was robbed of the topic by the boring oil bottle.

"Uncle Erbai, you know the matter between me and Wu Xie." Still in the usual affirmative tone, Poker-Face's voice was a little more solemn and serious than the usual casual and ethereal, "I will not betray Wu Xie , I don’t know anything about the question you asked. What other people say has nothing to do with me. I only care about Wu Xie. As long as Wu Xie still believes in me, I can pretend that I don’t know. But if it affects Wu Xie, no matter what the reason is, I will never forgive."

"You really have the nerve to say it." The second uncle snorted coldly, "Don't forget, you and Xiaoxie are both men, and two men have no shame when they are together."

"I only care about Wu Xie." Poker Ping repeated what he said at the beginning, turned his head to look at me who was already a little dazed and unable to react, and smiled very lightly.

The second uncle's expression darkened, and he said in a cold voice, "Xiao Xie, are you the same as Zhang Qiling?"

I opened my mouth, but before I could say the answer, my second uncle interrupted me and added: "Your surname is Wu."

I was taken aback, why didn't I understand what the second uncle meant?My surname is Wu, which represents the Wu family. I can't be as careless as Pokerfinger. I still have family members.

Seeing me who fell silent, Pokerfing frowned imperceptibly, patted my shoulder twice, stared at the second uncle's eyes, and said slowly, "I won't let others I know, I will not do anything to hurt Wu Xie."

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

I nodded, and Wu Erbai suddenly smiled and put the teacup in his hand on the coffee table, turning the handle with his fingers, the friction between the porcelain and the wood made a dull sound, "Then why did Mrs. Huo express to the public that you and her Is your daughter on good terms?"

what?

I lowered my head and clasped my hands tightly. I had to admit that when I heard what Wu Erbai said, I was almost bursting with anger. Some extreme thoughts in my heart were flooding my mind at this moment.

Perhaps because of extreme anger, rationality prevailed.I lowered my head, suppressing the pent-up anger in my heart, trying to calm down.

What matters now is not Huo Ling and Mrs. Huo, but Wu Xie's second uncle.

I know very well what Wu Erbai wants to do, and now I have to face him.But even if I knew it, my mind seemed to be derailed from my body. There was a fire in my heart that I couldn’t get rid of. I had never had such anger that made me want to go crazy. I felt that my patience had reached a certain limit. limit.

I hate people who go on and on without realizing it the most. This time, the Huo family can be regarded as touching my bottom line.

I can feel Wu Xie's every move by his side, as well as the anger manifested by him unabashedly.I don't know whether Wu Xie's anger is directed at me or the Huo family, maybe both, but at this moment I am not calm at all.

The battle between reason and emotion has always been very annoying.

I don't know how long I kept silent, until Wu Xie suddenly laughed out loud and turned my attention to the current environment, "Second Uncle, can you let me talk about your thoughts on this question you asked first?"

There is something wrong with Wu Xie.

I frowned, and my mood gradually calmed down as I shifted my attention. I looked up at Wu Xie who had an unexplained smile on the corner of his lips, and the moment I looked up, I happened to meet the pair of clothes that had never been seen before. With deep eyes, I was slightly startled.

Wu Xie put away her smile and looked at me. The corners of her lips that had disappeared showed a kind of indifference somewhat similar to Wu Erbai's, "Whether the Huo family