He is from a fighting nation

Zhou Xiangwan was going to Shanghai, but he couldn't fly and couldn't buy a ticket, so he took Qian Meng to the high-speed railway station, went to the ticket office, and clamored to buy the Fuxing number back home, Qian Meng said he didn't bring any money, He dragged Zhou Xiangwan out.

Then, Zhou Xiangwan went to the bank to withdraw 50.

"Young Master Zhou, 50 won't buy a high-speed rail."

Zhou Xiangwan: "...I want to burn some money for her, but it's not enough for her to buy a better bag. Tell me, can Heaven use Alipay to transfer money now?"

Qian Meng was silent for a while, and said: "This... usually burns Ming coins. Besides, Miss Zhou doesn't care about this. Young Master Zhou, I thought you had put it down long ago."

Zhou Xiangwan can't let go of Zhou Xiangqing.When Zhou Xiangwan was sick, he was sicker than sick. Xiong Deren wanted to stuff him back into the furnace and rebuild him. It was Zhou Xiangqing who pulled him back from the dead line. He was grateful in his heart, but he never said it, and it was not too late. Call her sister and she will die.

Zhou Xiangwan started throwing money bouncingly, left and right, without making a sound, but with a solemn expression, as if paying homage to someone.At the beginning, everyone thought it was a lunatic throwing counterfeit banknotes, but then they suddenly found out that they were genuine banknotes. The noise became louder and louder, and the picture gradually became chaotic. In the end, Qian Meng dragged Zhou Xiangwan and ran wildly on the street, baring his teeth. Zhou Xiangwan clamored to go to an unnamed community after throwing away the money.

Wu Liangxin said that Qian Meng really had a meager salary and wanted to control the lifeblood of the world economy.

In the end, Qian Meng's bloodshot eyes appeared on the screen: "Young Master Zhou, although you can ride in the car when you're drunk, but next time you get drunk, I'll take your head, yes, it's your beautiful head, pop! Twist the whole one off! Our relationship?" Qian Meng waved his hand, his face full of vicissitudes, "There is nothing that doesn't exist!"

Wu Liang finally understood why Qian Meng had that life-worse expression. It only took a few hours for Zhou Xiangwan to push a well-trained fighter to the brink of collapse.

Next, it's his turn.

Wu Liang immediately forgot the dispute with Du Feng just now, only the regret that he didn't stop Qian Meng in time just now.

Wu Liang turned his head, looked at Zhou Xiangwan with red eyes, Zhou Xiangwan blinked, his eyelashes fluttered, and said obediently: "I want to drink water."

"Okay. Don't move around."

Wu Liang turned on the light, crossed the mess on the ground, went into the kitchen and poured two cups of hot water, and handed one cup to Zhou Xiangwan, then dug out the stomach medicine, and skillfully swallowed a few pills with another cup of water.

Holding the cup in his hands, Zhou Xiangwan stared at Wu Liang taking the medicine, his eyes were full of curiosity.

After Wu Liang took the medicine, he started to clean up. The ground was full of glass scum, and Zhou Xiangwan could easily get injured if he stepped on it with bare feet.

Zhou Xiangwan was squatting on the ground, holding the medicine box with both hands, blinking his eyes and looking hard, with a very serious expression, as if he was studying some world-class math problem.

Wu Liang half-kneeled on the ground to pick up broken glass shards. Under the bright incandescent lamp, poured red wine, oily meat, and sharp glass shards were like a pile of garbage. the farce.

The vision in front of him suddenly became blurred, Wu Liang's eyes were hot, he put the snow-white dishcloth on the wine, and watched in a daze as it was full of wine and turned crimson. In these few seconds, Wu Liang managed to adjust his mentality, After all, the most urgent task is to deal with Zhou Xiangwan who is stuck in the living room.

Wu Liang stood up, picked up the mop, and was about to mop the floor, when a large shadow fell, Zhou Xiangwan stood in front of Wu Liang, looked down at him without saying a word, holding a small medicine box in his hand, Wu Liang was distressed Rubbing the center of his brows red, he said in a good voice, "Go and sit on the sofa."

In the next second, a smell of wine mixed with fruity scent rushed over, Wu Liang stepped lightly, and Zhou Xiangwan hugged him onto the table with his arms between his arms.

"I understand, that is stomach medicine. You have an upset stomach." Zhou Xiangwan said in a low voice, straightened up, grabbed the mop from Wu Liang's hand, and rubbed the mop head on the floor again and again. I don't do housework often, instead I smear the sauce all over the place, and the more I sweep, the dirtier I get.

Wu Liang sat on the table and watched coldly. He didn't know whether Zhou Xiangwan was awake or not.

"Zhou Xiangwan, how do you know where my home is?" Wu Liang was sure that he hadn't written the address of this home on any document that could be found, unless Zhou Xiangwan investigated him in private.

"I sent you back before." Zhou Xiangwan pinched his fingers, stacked the plates one by one, and carried them into the kitchen. There was a terrible crackling sound, and he didn't know how many plates were smashed.

"When?"

"Ten years ago."

Wu Liang smiled angrily, "I didn't live here ten years ago, Zhou Xiangwan, if you tell a lie, you have to take care of it, so you can make a decent lie."

Zhou Xiangwan's alcohol-soaked brain couldn't handle such advanced rhetorical questions, so he came out of the kitchen with a cold face and asked, "Where's the dishwasher?"

"……No."

Zhou Xiangwan showed a heartbroken expression: "I don't have a sweeper, no dishwasher, and you still live in such a small house, man, no wonder you have stomach cancer!"

Wu Liang: "...What are you talking about, I don't have stomach cancer."

"Don't try to lie to me, what stomach medicine did you take if you didn't have stomach cancer?! Besides, the poor sufferers all died of stomach cancer in the end!"

Zhou Xiangwan nodded, walking like the wind, opened the door with lightning speed, picked up Wu Liang and ran away, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"Zhou Xiangwan!" Wu Liang kicked him, knocking off one of the slippers.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

Wu Liang lay on Zhou Xiangwan's shoulder, stared at the door for three seconds, and broke down: "Zhou Xiangwan, I didn't bring the key!"

Looking at it again, she was even more devastated: "Where are my shoes?!"