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After a while, the man surnamed Liu followed the process of worship and turned around and prepared to leave.

"Liu..."

Wu Bei hesitated for a few seconds and called to stop the other party.

Just looking at the age, he can't help calling a man "Brother", and calling him "Uncle" is reasonable and compliant, so he doesn't know what to call him.

"Call me Asheng."

The man obviously guessed that Wu Bei was worried and smiled casually.

"Are you here to find someone?"

Wu Bei nodded his head and then asked again.

"Yeah, right, but he is not here, so I won't bother you!"

The man responded without hesitation.

"Wu Shihao?"

Wu Bei then asked again.

"Currency is prone to fatality. Since he gives you a quiet living environment, you should cherish it!"

The man grinned his teeth without admitting or denying it.

"He is my father."

Wu Bei spoke very calmly.

"I know, but times have changed, and there is no longer any suggestion of implicating the Nine Clans. Cherish the atmosphere he provides to you. You can do evil, but don't be a typical example. Just say this and do it yourself!"

The man surnamed Liu bit his head lightly.

"You gave it to my dad's eye injury?"

There was still not much change on Wu Bei's face.

"Um?"

The man surnamed Liu raised his eyebrows and sneered in dissatisfaction: "Is it that you are going to get the place for him?"

"That's it?"

Wu Bei leaned forward slightly and made an attacking posture at any time.

"Then what?"

The man glanced at Wu Bei's straight lower body with disdain.

"Then you stay!"

Wu Bei laughed, as if he was talking about an irrelevant little thing, and waved his hand to Huang Zhuo at the entrance of the mourning hall: "Close the door, I want to have a long talk with this gentleman!"

"receive!"

Huang Zhuo responded without hesitation and immediately greeted a few subordinates, preparing to close the roller shutter door of the mourning hall.

"After a visitor, my brother, Mr. Lang, came to pay tribute!"

At the same time, a sudden sound of singing came from outside, but it was definitely not the tone of Mr. Yingbin.

"Xiao Wu, if something big happens, why don't you know to tell me in advance? Do you think your brother is old or do you think I can't help anymore!"

Then eight or nine figures in black suits rushed away without saying a word and rushed in. The leader was Wang Lang, who had met several times.

It can be seen that Wang Lang should have been in a hurry when he came. His hair was slightly raised and his suit was somewhat pleated, but the bunch of bright chrysanthemums in his hand were enough to show sincerity.

"Langco, what are you..."

Wu Bei hurried over.

"Friends are the best, and the rest are all in the same way. This is our relative, right? I will burn incense and bow first."

Wang Lang waved his hands casually, holding flowers and walking towards Brother Niu's black and white photos. When he passed by the man surnamed Liu, he suddenly stopped and then spoke excitedly: "Damn it, Ah Sheng? You are a stinger. When will you go to Chongshi? Why don't you call me?"

"Don't you beg me? You're here to pick up your wife and children for a day. You're busy like a top. I had a video of drinking with you a while ago, and Xiaoying was scolded by him. How dare you contact you casually?"

The man rolled his eyes in the same familiarity.

Every frown and smile has already explained the relationship between the two.

"No, can you wait for my son to write videos for me when he is in school? From Monday to Friday, I have no time to do my homework records with my children. You don't know the pressure on children now. I dream of memorizing words every day when I sleep. Damn, if I hadn't been afraid that my children would be wronged, I would have had a parent group start to make trouble."

Wang Lang slapped his mouth helplessly, then shook his head and said, "I'll do the job first, you know Xiao Wu, that's right for me. Xiao Wu, this is my good brother with a very close relationship. No matter how you are together, you must treat me as my own."

"I understand Lang Ge."

Wu Bei was stunned for a moment, but he still responded with special face.

"Asheng, let's wait a while, I'll go and burn incense first."

Wang Lang looked at the man again, and then signaled to a man who was walking behind him: "Give Xiao Wu a gift of 10,000 yuan for me, but Asheng didn't get the money, so he would also help him with another 10,000 yuan!"

"Okay, brother."

The man snatched his mouth without big front teeth and shrank his head.

Seeing Wang Lang leave, Wu Bei's heart was filled with mixed feelings and rolling.

A few simple words already mean that Wang Lang is definitely not the same as the one named Liu. The man surnamed Liu just said clearly that he was the initiator of the old man's injury. How should such a thing be handled?

"Wu Bei is right? Have you talked to me at the door?"
Chapter completed!