"well.."

Wu Bei's words instantly made Jun Jiu's heart tremble.

The ancients said: Women should please themselves, and those who are intimate die.

No one likes to be questioned, especially the brother who has been stolen from a pot for many years, but he made such a big mistake, not only did the other party not blame him, but even did not ask a single word. What kind of trust and respect is this.

"Okay, don't sigh, it's not a big deal. Go out to eat and drink, feel comfortable and sleepy at night, and leave the troubles in the future to solve in the future."

Wu Bei smiled and patted his brother on the shoulders.

Meanwhile, in the parking lot near Tianbao Hotel.

Next to a van filled with dust.

Ren Zhongping and Wu Shihao sat on the ground, and were also celebrating.

Two old guys who are about one hundred years old together, each one brewed homemade sorghum, and they enjoyed drinking, and their alcohol content was no less than that of young people.

It is easier to serve wine, but a plate of fried peanuts, known as the "Africa War to the End", and a few servings of braised meat and duck goods on the streets are not as good as Wu Bei's table of delicacies, but they are full of the warmth of time.

"I'm completely relieved to see your son successfully taking over the project? You refused to let you spend money early. Now they don't need it anymore. They deserve all the coffins you have."

Ren Zhongping blew at the bottle red, then grabbed a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth, chewing them out loud.

He has a bloated figure and usually feels frustrated when leaning against a recliner, let alone sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he seems to be happy.

"It is better to teach him how to fish than to teach him how to fish. His ability to solve problems is more valuable than me solving problems for you. Don't do it. It seems like I suffer a great loss, as if you didn't secretly prepare money for him to respond to emergency."

Wu Shihao teased and tilted his neck to drink a big sip of wine. The two looked at each other and burst into laughter, which made Wu Shihao's horses not far away wait and see curiously.

Perhaps their realm has not yet reached, or perhaps they have different ages and experiences. No matter how they think about it, they can't figure out why Wu Shihao, who is usually taciturn, always laughs loudly from time to time when he is with Ren Zhongping.

“Where is the next stop going?”

After talking a few words, Ren Zhongping suddenly spoke.

"Walking around, walking around, looking at the scenery you have never seen before, and listening to the sounds you have never heard. It's too difficult for our generation to live in love and brothers in the past few decades, and children in the middle. I finally wanted to live for two days for myself, but I was so old."

Wu Shihao talked about his truest self in the most relaxed tone.

"Zhao Chenghu and his group should be in Shangjing at present. All signs indicate that they want to come back, and I think it's an opportunity..."

Ren Zhongping wrinkled his nose, and a cold light flashed through his squinting eyes.

"You can go on a stroll with me. I remember when we were in our thirties, you kept yelling to go to Yanbian to have a look and taste authentic farm pickles. Brother, thirty years old is fleeting, and we can't stop it no matter how unhappy we are, but while we can run or jump now, why don't we realize our wish at the age of thirty?"

Wu Shihao continued to chat as if he hadn't heard it.

"Brother Wu, why are you losing your fighting spirit now? We escaped through a lot of hardships. Do you still remember the oath you made? You said you must uproot the King Chamber of Commerce, but now..."

Ren Zhongping frowned and growled.

"How old was I back then? How old am I now? How could ambitions resist the erosion of time? At that time, I pressed a gun with one hand as easy as eating and sleeping. Now I have to change my shoes immediately without holding my hands. Can I compare?"

Wu Shihao grabbed the wine bottle and shook it, then shook his head and said, "What kind of thing in this world is eternal? It's just a fucking change! Five years forward, can you imagine that my son would get together with the girl movies of Zhao Chenghu's family? Although one generation is a matter of another, what do you do if you ask me to do this situation?"

"Then can you be sorry for the dead brothers?"

Ren Zhongping gritted his teeth and roared.

"No one is sorry for them. The road to the rivers and lakes is always full of bumps. They chose to walk in voluntarily, and finally the blood on the streets was also their destination. You and I were just lucky. I stole a few more years before the King of Hell."

Wu Shihao sniffed and said with a serious expression: "If you insist on saying sorry, then just treat it as my old Wu traitor. I only have one son, and I want him to live comfortably!"

This was the first time he answered Ren Zhongping's question positively throughout the night, and it was also his most real thought.

Faced with the old brother's outspokenness, Ren Zhongping was stunned for more than ten seconds, finally raised the bottle and touched the other party with a "ding" look. Then he raised his neck like drinking water and poured most of the bottles of grain into his mouth. The spicy wine slid down his chin, but it further reflected the old man's loneliness.

"Let's go, I'll have to watch videos for your son tomorrow morning and be a security guard. You don't need to notify me when you leave. Even if I'm notified, I won't send you. Bye!"

After staring at the old guy for a few glances, Ren Zhongping got up clumsyly and turned around and left towards the exit.

The street lights pulled his shadow so thin and long, giving people an inexplicable feeling of distress.

"Bang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang, yeah, you can't eat the case, you draw your sword and hit the pillar and sigh; when will your husband live in his life? How can he be able to hang his wings!"
Chapter completed!