Gu Rumao, who was ridiculed by Jiang Ling for joining the gang, spared no effort to discredit Mr. Huang and Mr. Zhang, two tycoons of the same generation, for his old face.

"Nannan, let me tell you, Mr. Huang is not as good as me. I at least pulled a rickshaw first, and then started to contact the supplication after recognizing my seniority. This is the right way. Lao Huang and Lao Zhang are not the same thing. Lao Huang started his own family and pretended to be the Qing Gang. Relying on the rules of Xu Chong of the Qing Gang, he forced to post Mr. Jinghu as a disciple. This is why the generation surnamed Zhang is even more excessive. He bought the suprace of the rich gifts given to Mr. Jincheng. How could I be the suprace of the supra? "

Gu Rumao looked simple and said something that people would believe it unconsciously. Jiang Ling felt it was very reasonable when he heard Gu Rumao’s words, so he nodded and agreed, "Mr. Gu Si is a down-to-earth person, more than those two decent ones. A few years ago, Mr. Zhang had done some things that caused the public to complain, but he never heard you have done it. It seems that those who are well-founded and those who become monks halfway through the journey are different."

Gu Rumao was very helpful and felt more comfortable than flattering his daughter. He smiled with his hands behind his back and said, "That's natural, hahaha."

Dai Yu sniffed, and the dog's face was filled with ridicule.

If you know how to speak, you may have to laugh at the old man for not seeing the world. If you ask someone to praise him, you will lose your rules and be too impetuous.

Who knew that Gu Rumao was the first time he had come into contact with such an interesting little girl. People were always curious and tolerant of new things. Especially Jiang Ling was so simple and cute, and he was scheming and felt relaxed and happy when chatting.

When he arrived at the dining room, Liu Dengjie had already sat in the first place. Gu Rumao looked at the four of them and simply divided them into two sides. It was not so much. After sitting down, he ordered a meal.

The servants of the Gu family quickly brought the dishes. Hengsha is an island, and the products are not abundant, but seafood is very convenient. Therefore, many fresh foods on the dining table that cannot be eaten in the city, as well as the sashimi that has just been sliced, with crystal clear meat, which is even fresher than the signature brand in Deyi Building.

The seafood on this table was on the table, and the fresh smell came to my face. Several people rushed to the road for days and had already been empty and lacking oil and water. Even Liu Dengjie had a little appetite, so he picked up his chopsticks and shouted, "Let's have a meal."

The three of them then started to have a meal.

Du He and Jiang Ling are both in their early twenties and can eat poor families. The fish on the table is not actually based on the heads of the people. They are often based on the number of people who see the number of people. Gu Rumao has received many guests, and there are also a few who have received Hengsha. But they eat like Jiang Ling and Du He, and they are still so relaxed, but there are really no ones.

Du He was thinking about being reserved at first, but the dumplings made of fish were too sweet. He was accidentally driven by Jiang Ling, and his speed and rhythm of eating were also gone.

Gu Rumao and Liu Dengjie were all these every day, and they had long lost their freshness. However, seeing the two children having fun eating, they unconsciously ate half a bowl of extra.

Liu Dengjie rarely had a big appetite today. After eating a whole bowl of rice and half a plate of dumplings, Gu Rumao was worried, afraid that the old man would eat food, and he did not dare to persuade him, which was very difficult.

No matter who Liu Dengjie is, he is 70 years old and obedient to his ears, and 80 years old and does whatever he wants without breaking the rules. He is at this age and does whatever he likes. He will scold anyone who wants to care about him.

Just as he was thinking, someone asked someone to take away the rice bowl in his hand. Jiang Ling changed a bowl of fish soup and looked unquestionably, "Why are the old man eating so much? Let's drink some soup, leave some for the children."

Liu Dengjie looked at the clear and light fish soup in his hand, and had already thrown his thoughts to Java. He smiled and said, "What Nannan said makes sense. The old man should not eat too much. Haha, drinking soup is good, drinking soup is good for people. The original soup is transformed into original food."

As he said that, he drank a sip of the soup happily.

Gu Rumao looked at Liu Dengjie in amazement, and when he looked at Jiang Ling again, he admired him very much.

Liu Dengjie, one of the only remaining old men of the big generation who are still alive in the Qing Gang, is the supreme leader of the Nanjing Qing Gang. No matter where he is, he wants to avoid his sharpness. Now he calls a little baby to grab his job and puts a gold on his face. He is like an old fool who loves his descendants. He really admires Jiang Ling's personality charm.

In just one day, an old man with a deep and scheming and skillful old man completely turned against him and made up his mind to protect her.

After dinner, I don’t know if it was at the instruction of Liu Dengjie, Du He and Jiang Ling were arranged to be in a suite room.

As Gu Rumao said, the room had just been cleaned up. The curtains, quilts and even tablecloths were replaced, with a little crease. The room was filled with a fresh smell of incense, and there was no smell of moisture or mold. The efficiency of the Gu family servants was evident in the work of a meal.

Two young men who were overeating both fell on the bed to rest. When it was getting dark, Gu Rumao sent someone to send her intestinal thread and suture needles. The corresponding medicines and utensils were all available, and they were very thoughtful and meticulous, not like a house without the hostess.

"Are you anesthetized or hypnotic? Otherwise I will give you some painkillers. The stitches are not a joke. You can't move around, otherwise it will become uneven and scars." Du He soaked the stitches in alcohol while igniting an oil lamp for disinfection.

Jiang Ling rolled on the bed and said in a depressed voice, "I want to watch you with a sew! Xue Guan Erye..."

"Mr. Jiang, when is it now? You are a little serious. How do you do it?"

Du He interrupted Jiang Ling's words, one hand was anesthesia needle and the other hand was analgesics, and there was a pocket watch in his arms.

"Anaesthetize." Jiang Ling said honestly.

Du He said "yes", opened an anesthetic injection, and Jiang Ling unnaturally covered his head with a pillow.

Du He laughed secretly and slowly pushed the injection into Jiang Ling's vein.

A few minutes later, Jiang Ling relaxed and looked at Du He in confusion.

Du He pinched Jiang Ling's face, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much, but it's a bit weird." Jiang Ling said lazily.

"Where is the weird?" Du He took out the processed sheep intestinal thread and asked casually.

"The storybook says that the lady was let go. When the flower-picking thief was about to succeed, a young hero must have just passed by. The hero... save the beauty..." Jiang Ling's voice became lower and lower, and gradually a small cry started.

Du He sneered, "Otherwise, why call me a storybook? Today I will sew you. If anyone can come to save you, I will play with my head."

As he said that, he saw Jiang Ling's wound and stabbed it with an injection.
Chapter completed!