[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

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I squinted my eyes and looked up at the poker bottle in front of the third uncle's shop, and raised my eyebrows slightly, "Brother, didn't you take a good look at this place when you came last time?"

Poker bottle withdrew his gaze and gave me a faint glance, and walked into the store first, when I was looking at his back in a daze, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and looked back at me with strange eyes.

I was taken aback by that look, I pushed aside the stuffy oil bottle in front of me and took a look inside the store, and the scene that caught my eye made me stop in place.

Several of Uncle San's main subordinates were standing in the shop, including Pan Zi, while Uncle San was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back. When he heard my voice, he just turned his head slightly, and his eyes didn't linger on me, instead, he froze. On Pokerfing's face, the voice had a majesty of the vicissitudes of life, "This little brother Zhang, please wait here for a while, I have something to talk to Xiaoxie." into the inner hall.

I frowned. If I don't understand what Uncle San is going to do after looking at the situation, then I'd be a fool.Turning my head to meet the somewhat complicated eyes of Pok You Fing, I smiled and shrugged, and spread my hands meaninglessly, "It's expected. Brother, just wait here, I'll be out soon."

"I'll go as well."

Pokerfing said very firmly, he was afraid that I would be embarrassing, after all, Third Uncle's subordinates are masters who lick blood from the knife edge, and my appearance as a weak scholar is what those people look down on the most.

"Don't worry if you're fine, besides, how can I take you in after Third Uncle has spoken?" I smiled and waved my hands, pretending not to see Poker Fase's disapproving gaze, then turned and walked towards the inner hall.

After all, my surname is Wu, and the things I carry in my bones cannot be removed unless I have a cramp and eviscerate the bones.

I raised the corners of my lips, stretched out my hand to lift the barrier curtain between the inner hall and the front hall, looked at the third uncle who was sitting in the teacher's chair in front of the desk, and said first, "The third uncle called my nephew here so early in the morning. Are you here to chat about family affairs?" I said and looked at all the people standing in the room, except for Pan Zi's worried eyes, the rest of them were very well disguised, without any obvious emotions.

They are all old fritters, no matter in age or social experience, they are better than me.

He put away his smile and looked at the third uncle, walked over and sat on another chair next to the desk, and placed himself in a very upright position. Except for me and the third uncle, no one in the whole room dared to sit down.

It is still necessary to get off the horse. If you are too soft at the beginning, you will always be regarded as a soft persimmon.

After all, no matter how soft a persimmon is, it is hard.

The third uncle held up the teacup and put it to his lips, and gave me an appreciative look in the dark. After taking a sip of the tea, he raised his eyes and looked around at the men who were standing still, and pointed to the surrounding men with a slight smile. Zhang chair, and said in a tone that could not hear the emotion at all, "What are you doing standing, sit down."

"How dare we do it, Third Master, if you don't open your mouth, how dare we do it." An uncle with beards and a beer belly stroked his mustache and sat on a chair nearby. The rest of the people followed suit one after another. Sitting down, it was obviously led by this bearded man.

I squinted my eyes and looked at Third Uncle out of the corner of my eye, his face also darkened.

It seems that Uncle San is also in a mess here, but as long as he can help me, that's fine.

The third uncle casually put the teacup on the desk, the porcelain collided with the heavy wood and made a moderate sound, then turned to look at me, "Xiao Xie, this is your Uncle Lian, you still hugged me when you were full moon wine." over you."

I chuckled and called Uncle Lian, hiding the twitching corners of my mouth.

It's really a bad TV drama plot, is this a big house dispute?

Uninteresting and boring.

I lowered my eyes and began to reflect on the correctness of my decision to agree to take over the Wu family, but this thought was only fleeting and was soon replaced by firmness.

So what if he was imprisoned by this shit for a lifetime?At least one thing can be taken back.

I raised my eyes to look at my third uncle, met my third uncle's gaze, and nodded slightly.

There is none ed to rush, if something is meant to be, it will happen.

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

Winter mornings tend to awaken human inertia, and the need for sleep is greatly increased, which seems to have become a seasonal habit, regardless of race.

I looked at Wu Xie who came out of the bedroom, yawning and lacking any energy, raised my eyebrows slightly, and followed him into the bathroom.

Probably still complaining about my aunt's negligence.

I leaned on the door frame and looked at Wu Xie who squinted his eyes to wash, until he wiped off the water stains on his face, he still squinted his eyes and looked like he lacked sleep. When he saw me, he nodded slightly, his voice seemed sticky. Together, "ah, little brother, early... hurry up and clean up, let's go out..."

"Us?" I slightly raised my eyebrows and looked at the person in front of me who was still dazed as if he would fall asleep in the next second, and I got a very firm response, which didn't seem to be wrong, "Yes, it's all your fault, so You have to go too...can't, uh...so sleepy...I can't be the only one suffering this kind of torture..."

As I said that, I pushed me away, walked out of the bathroom and lay down on the dining table, my eyes slightly opened, and I didn't move for a long time while picking at my aunt's freshly baked toast.

It seems that he has a grudge against me.

I walked over and took the toast that had been ravaged to the point of appalling, opened the condensed milk on the side, scooped it up with a spoon, spread it on the toast, and put it back in Wu Xie's hands.

"Well, brother, you know how to cook?" Wu Xie bit his toast and looked up at me. He seemed to be awake, but his eyes were still a little confused.

"Just smear."

"Yeah, that's right. If you knew how to cook, you wouldn't let me be your babysitter. You would have done it yourself." Nodding slightly, Wu Xie stuffed the toast into his mouth two or three times, stood up and clapped his hands , and shouted at the uncles and aunts who were watering the flowers together on the balcony, "Mom and Dad, my brother and I went to the third uncle's place. Your two elders are waiting for your son to come back at home!"

Uncle waved his hands impatiently, and continued to play with the layered green flowers and leaves of Clivia.

Wu Xie curled her lips in dissatisfaction, turned her head and looked at me up and down, "Brother, have you eaten?"

"Ah."

"Tsk, it's really early to wake up." Wu Xie blew on her bangs, turned her head and pushed me towards the door of the guest room, "You also prepare, we will go out together later."

There are not many people in the streets, children and adults have their own things to do, and this desertion is very common on weekday mornings.

Wu Xie shuffled in front, the camel-colored overcoat was a bit thick and stuck to his body, making his movements a little stiff, he stomped his feet and turned to look at me, threw me a hygienic eye, and stood there waiting for me to follow superior.

There was no words all the way, Wu Xie's words were twice as small as usual because of the lack of spirit, and he was silent all the way, until he stood in front of Wu Sansheng's store and looked at me looking at the storefront and said teasingly, "Xiao Brother, didn’t you take a good look around here when you came last time?”

I turned my head to look at Wu Xie, my pupils shrunk because I was facing the rising sun, and my shallow pupils reflected the harsh sunlight, making them look bright.

Appears to be refreshed.

I retracted my eyes and stepped into the quaint shop, and my eyes were attracted by the people standing in the shop before falling on the dazzling array of antique calligraphy and paintings.

In addition to Wu Xie's third uncle and Pan Zi, whom he had only met once, there were five middle-aged men around 50 years old. There was no emotion on their faces, but the expression in their eyes was very shrewd. It's the same as the rich and powerful businessmen who have been there.

None of them are good people.

I turned my head to look at Wu Xie, feeling very complicated. In this kind of scene, it only takes one glance to judge what will happen next.

To take over the Wu family, start with the most dangerous one?

I wonder if Wu Xie is their real nephew.

Wu Xie stared blankly at me, stepped forward and pushed me away, and stood there just as he stepped into the shop, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Wu Sanxing turned his head when he heard the voice, and now Wu Xie stayed on Wu Xie's body for a moment, then turned to look at me, with an unquestionable tone, "This little brother Zhang, please wait here for a while, Xiao Xie and I have something to say. "

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait to stop, and led the other people in the store to the inner hall.

I turned my head to look at Wu Xie, Qing Juan's face was indifferent, and he smiled indifferently, "It's expected. Brother, you just wait here, I will come out soon."

"I'll go as well."

"Don't worry if you're fine, besides, how can I take you in after Third Uncle has spoken?" Wu Xie waved his hands as he spoke, turning around and walking towards the inner hall.

I watched the curtain that separated the inner hall open and close again, raised my head to look at the ceiling hung with spider silk, and exhaled, feeling a bit like a sigh.

You can't stop it, so it's better to do your part.

At least it can reduce Wu Xie's burden.

I closed my eyes, took out my phone, clicked on a number and dialed it.

There is none ed to rush, if something is meant to be, it will happen.

The. Fifty-fifth

---------Wu Xie

The habit of Chinese people to talk about things is usually at the wine table, but for people like Uncle San, the more secluded the place, the better.

The fragrance of Longjing lingers in the air, and the white smoke seeps out of the teacup, steaming upwards, making the face a bit blurred, and looking at people through the fog seems to be more suitable for the current atmosphere.

I put the teacup in my hand on