If the clever tongue has a name, it must be called Wang Junqi.

Although this grandson is average and has poor work, his storytelling and adaptability are definitely a national-level candidate. With a few photos of Zhao Nianxia finding a master and his expression of saliva, he created a lot of doubt in Ma Han's heart.

If it weren't for knowing the truth in advance, even Wu Song and Sanqiu who were hiding at the next table would have to believe it.

Zhao Nianxia, ​​a few meters away, used the tall public water dispenser as a bunker and witnessed Wang Junqi's wonderful performance. She wrinkled and bent her eyebrows from time to time, gently stroked the Bluetooth headset, and the conversation between the two came into her ears without saying a word.

If you should say it, Wang Junqi is a man who is a man who is a man who is a good person, and he is a tall and honest person, and a plastic Mandarin with a Chongshi accent. If it is placed in the movie, it will definitely be a decent character. No one will associate him with the four words "hidden evil intentions".

"Brother Ma, what I said may not be the facts. After all, my ability is limited. Many things are analyzed by myself. You are different. You have a considerable connection and ability to investigate the authenticity."

Wang Junqi took a breath and lit a cigarette for the other party respectfully.

"No, there is no chance of coming from the hole. I just heard you say that, and I also think there are many details that cannot stand the scrutiny. Xiao Ning's death is indeed strange. I remember very clearly that the bus driver who hit him at that time was asked to pay three million yuan, without any defense or complaint. An ordinary driver can save much money even if he doesn't eat or drink for half his life? Normally, it's impossible to be so straightforward. Now I think about it, someone must have paid for him."

Ma Han pursed his lips and shook his head, his three-dimensional facial features were full of anger.

"Brother Ma, did you find Xiao Ning's wife Meng Meng later?"

Wang Junqi took a bite of the meat skewers and asked.

"No, there is no face to see her again. She didn't even invite me to Xiao Ning's funeral. She was all handled by herself. Oh, I'm so sorry for the couple."

Ma Han rubbed his cheeks guiltily.

"I feel you should go to her. At that time, you wanted her to appeal, but she refused. Didn't I say she should be philanthropist, but shouldn't a widow who just lost her husband, for reasons, seeking more compensation for herself? This is irrational."

Wang Junqi continued to extend the topic, his tone was full of confusion, which further evoked Ma Han's memory.

"Hey, fuck, that's true! At that time, I was so confused that I didn't have time to think about it. When Meng refused to appeal, it seemed strange, so I had to ask her."

Ma Han grabbed his cell phone like he was enlightened.

"Time, Brother Ma."

Wang Junqi hurriedly stopped him.

"It's eight minutes short of twelve o'clock, what's wrong?"

Ma Han pressed the screen very cutely and looked at it and answered.

"I mean it's too late now. If you have anything to ask tomorrow, I'll ask you. After all, I've just been widowed, and what I've heard of is not good for you to do to her."

Wang Junqi smiled speechlessly.

Hearing this, Zhao Nianxia, ​​not far away, smiled and seemed very satisfied. Then she took out another mobile phone from her bag and pasted it in her ear, murmured delicately: "I haven't disturbed you to rest, Brother Lang, I have a very good business to cooperate with you. You should have heard of the expansion project of Jincheng Airport, too..."

"What airport duck farm is? I'm most worried about how to enter my family's farm. I had a drink of two more cups with the emperor and the others in the evening. Your sister-in-law won't let me enter the house. Otherwise, you can have a love affair for me. As long as I go back, I will give you a chicken farm immediately. What kind of local chickens, hens, three yellow chickens, you can raise anything you want."

A low male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's not a chicken, duck, fish, chicken, but a plane, brother! Forget it, I'd better tell you good things to my sister-in-law first. Which sister-in-law is educating you this time?"

Zhao Nianxia asked in a funny way, obviously she had done such things a lot before.

"They are together and we will discuss that no one will let me in. No matter which one is fine, you can convince me first. I will sleep slowly after finishing my work. The brother and sister join forces together. Oh, I love my wife, don't pull my ears..."

"Dududu!"

As he was talking, a noise and Wu Bei's scream came from the phone, and then the phone hung up instantly.

"It's really unreliable, my poor wife is strict!"

Zhao Nianxia stomped her feet in anger, and she had not finished her words.

"It seems like your family has no wife to control her. In the words of Jincheng locals, your father ranks second, and no one dares to stand on the championship platform. You just want that boy Wu Bei to have no worries and find a few more companies to enter the field to distract Ma Han and Luo Tian from their attention??"

A guy with a fisherman's hat on his head, a colorful beach shirt on his upper body, and a tight leather shorts on his lower body suddenly appeared behind Zhao Nianxia.

"Master Yu, do you have a way?"

Zhao Nianxia immediately looked at the person coming happily.

"No, even if you have it, I won't tell you that you are not helping Wu Bei at all, but pulling seedlings to grow. Instead of smearing all obstacles for him, it's better to go back and ask your father to marry into our Wangzhe family. Wouldn't he have no need to struggle?"

The temptation of the visitor is always to dress up as an alternative.

"Tsk, it's the same as if I didn't say it. I want him to marry into the family. Can my dad agree? Will his dad agree? Forget it, you don't understand at all."

Zhao Nianxia rolled her eyes, then looked at the dark and shiny leather shorts on Teutan's body. No matter how she looked like a woman, she said with a laugh and cry: "I'll ask you to dress up a little later..."

"This is my most conservative outfit. Don't use your vulgar mortal perspective to measure a fashionistas who have been fashionable for half a lifetime. Let me pretend to be Luo Tian and beat Ma Han, right? I'm going!"

The temptation seemed to know what Zhao Nianxia wanted to express, so she waved her hand and evacuated, looking like a rebellious middle school student, but the head-up pattern on the student's forehead was really exaggerated...
Chapter completed!