"I guess it's his friend, and I love many friends."

When talking about his lover, Gu Xia instinctively glanced at Han Baliang's direction.

It should be because of some sense. Han Baliang turned his head and saw his wife's graceful figure, and the girl who was considered beautiful on her side, but she didn't have to care too much about it.

"Haha, he saw me, wait a moment, I'll go over and say hello."

With a smile, Gu Xia, who was graceful, walked with beautiful legs and walked a few steps before his cell phone rang.

"Don't come over, go whatever you should do."

Han Baliang on the other side of the phone was very direct and hung up after he finished speaking.

Gu Xia, who was stunned, raised his head in confusion.

What she left was the look of listening to the dismissal of her, and the decisive and quick-moving him with the crowd.

"That master Xia Xia seems to be very difficult to mess with?"

Behind Gu Xia, Qin Qing, who was shocked by the man's aura, confronted Chu Chu who was beside her.

"I saw it, I'm not blind."

Finally, Chuchu looked at the direction where the man left and retracted her gaze. She was inexplicably a big man who rushed out of the street.

"Xia Xiagang said he was engaged in education, do you believe it?"

"Ha, if you graduate from undergraduate studies, my mother's three years of inspection will be given for free."

"Well, how could she marry such a man? Could it be that she was coerced?"

"Coercion? How to say it?"

"Under the various pressures of the boss, the most beautiful teacher finally became a little wife..."

"Stop, I see that you have read too many novels. In our country, such existence is not allowed!"

“What exists?”

The person who spoke was Gu Xia. Although he didn't talk to the man, he was not worthy of gain.

The woman who was respectful on the side was what Han Baliang had arranged before leaving.

"Nothing, who is this?"

Smiling and waving his hand, Chuchu looked at the position beside Gu Xia in confusion.

"Zhang Wen, the manager here. Please come here. Mr. Han's private room is ready."

"Uh, Mr. Han?"

"My husband's surname is Han, and he has a fixed private room here."

Gu Xia, who looked gentle, was actually quite dizzy now.

She was just here to sing, but she never thought that her lover, who was not showing off at school, would have such a tone in society.

"This is so big?"

Fruit plate, champagne, red wine, nuts, snacks, sparkling water...

After a moment, Qin Qing, who was covering her mouth with one hand, was full of whispers.

Damn, this private room is larger than the team-built in our department.

Damn, small stage, steel pipe, dj platform, what about 857?

"Haha, Mr. Han has many friends, so he is a little older."

It should be that he saw the doubts of several women, Zhang Wen said with a smile.

"Let's help us change the bag, we're only three of us."

Gu Xia's voice was very unnatural and his expression was extremely complicated.

"Okay, please wait."

“……”

"Tell me honestly, what is your man doing? Don't fool him with any education industry!"

Five minutes later, the three girls who successfully changed the private room, sat down on their feet, and Chuchu, who had accumulated a lot of problems, asked directly.

"He belongs to Hanjia Village, and this commercial street was developed by their village."

He looked down at his phone and knew that he could not hide it. Gu Xia was embarrassed and stuck out his tongue.

To be honest, Han Baliang, a student, said that he was engaged in the education industry, and was not a lie.

"Hanjia Village? What's the name?"

As a big taxpayer in the city, Chuchu not only heard of Hanjiacun, but also knew it very well.

Sister Chen’s lover from the same unit is a villager from Hanjia Village.

"Han Baliang."

"oh."

"oh?"

"I just asked casually, why?"

"I'm so fainted, I thought you've heard of it."

“………”

Not far from the commercial street, Hanjia Village, clan ancestral halls, and underground buildings.

Han Baliang, who was talking to the three girls, was now bare-handed, sweating profusely, practicing legs and driving piles.

Half an hour ago, I wanted to teach Li Siming a good person, but before he could see him, he was called home by his grandfather's men.

"Wanshan asked me to tell you that you broke the rules."

The Grand Master Chair, the old man with silver hair, took a sip of tea.

This Fu Uncle Fu, who has been with his grandfather for many years, is said to have fought wars and made people. It is said that Hanjia Village can achieve at least three points of his achievements today.

"Because he married a girl? His agreement with me is not such a rule..."

Smiling, raising an eyebrow, and before Han Baliang could finish his words, Uncle Fu smiled and said.

"I'm only responsible for bringing the message, come on, Antelope Jump, 1000."

"Grass...."

As the old saying goes, if you teach boxing but not steps, you will teach step to beat the master.

The antelope that Fu Bo said was so sour and refreshing, and Han Baliang, who started to jump around at the age of 4, is the most familiar.

"Haha, I'm still very energetic and said it's dirty. Let's have another 1,000 elbows."

"You, Mr. Fu, I..."

"Shut up. Your brothers are responsible for counting, and let him get out after finishing."

"I......."

There is a saying that I don’t know whether it should be said or not.

.....

Night, university town, new village apartment.

When Han Baliang called, Gu Xia frowned and was hesitating whether to go to Hanjia Village to find someone.

As early as 6 o'clock, she had been unable to contact her lover for a long time, so she had made up a lot of messy things.

For example, being caught in an organized crime, a car accident, a run away, such as...

Anyway, none of the things are good.

"Where are you? Why haven't you been home yet? Why is the phone still not signal?"

The lover on the phone looked weak.

Finally, Gu Xia was contacted with very fast speaking speed and questions came one after another.

"Click me at the gate of the yard and bring me a pair of shoes."

Outside the apartment, Han Baliang was soaked all over and twisted his bare feet.

The blood mark of one foot is enough to prove that flip-flops are not suitable for antelope jumping. Ten steps will be abandoned.

"Old, husband? Are you?"

Five minutes later, Gu Xia, who was trotting out of the yard, almost did not recognize his man.

"Help me up and say as I walk."

The feeling of legs is not legs, and the feeling of arms is not arms is simply a waste of life.

If it weren't for the fact that Han Baliang was still in a state of sanity and exhausted, he would have the heart to lie there.
To be continued...