Rumble!

The black business car, the moment it started, deliberately made a loud buzz, and waited for the dust to be raised before swaggering away from the door of Cao's house.

"Mud legs are mud legs, and they deserve to be poor. Huang Xu slowly lit a cigarette, his expression was both disdainful and proud.

Huang Wulang smiled but did not speak.

The young woman sitting on his left hand side couldn't help but look back at Cao Zhen, then approached Huang Wulang and said in a curious tone, "Who is this person?"

"Neighbors. ”

After Huang Wulang said this, he temporarily corrected, "It's barely a neighbor." ”

The young woman, whose real name is Su Qing, moved her head with a smile, everything is silent, everyone is an adult, and she will not be stupid enough to understand Huang Wulang's extraneous voice.

"You don't have to be familiar with this kind of big boss, relax your mind, relax your heart. Su Qing patted Huang Wulang's chest and comforted him softly.

Huang Wulang smiled disdainfully, "This kind of person is really not qualified to make me angry." ”

After all, the identity and status are there, and it is necessary to be entangled with this kind of farmer who has stayed in the countryside all his life, has neither knowledge nor understanding of the trend of inflammation?

To put it mildly, if you really think about it, with the identity of a powerless and powerless clay-legged man like Cao Zhen, when you meet a rich man like him, wouldn't you be scared on the spot, crying for your father and calling for your mother?

He Huang Wulang doesn't want to be infamous as a bully, after all, he has just returned to his hometown and returned to his hometown, and he needs to be kind!

"You too, you have to detour from Cao Zhen's house, we are in a different position now, fighting with this kind of person, that is called self-surrender, and in serious terms, it is self-inflicted. After Huang Wulang said this, his eyes flashed with anticipation.

After all, he was born from the grassroots, even if he made a fortune, his personal cultivation, temperament, and life were still congenitally deficient and lacking too much.

Over the years, he has dealt with many real famous families, and the kind of clansmen from the family are called a temperament that is different and different.

Gestures, domineering and awe-inspiring!

Huang Wulang thinks a lot about his Huang family, and one day he can become a famous family, with constant incense and respect!

Although he was born in the countryside and cannot wash away the traces of rural people, the next generation, the next generation, must be close to the famous family and cultivated with a noble attitude.

Therefore, in daily life, Huang Wulang reminds himself from time to time to behave in the world, guard against arrogance and rashness, try to maintain his position, and don't jump at every turn, like scolding a street shrew!

As soon as he thought of this, Huang Wulang was satisfied to hold Su Qing's slender jade hand, this fiancée, but she was from a genuine prestigious family, and it took a lot of effort to catch up with her.

When the two parties get married in the future, the future of his Huang family will have unlimited potential.

Huang Xu didn't seem to take Huang Wulang's complaint to heart, raised his eyebrows, and said with emotion, "After so many years, seeing that our family is rich and prosperous, and Lao Cao's mud legs are still standing still, haha." ”

"I don't know, what kind of bitter feeling does he have in his heart when he sees the beautiful scenery of our family?"

Huang Xuwu shook his head, and suddenly felt a little pity for Cao Zhen, "Cao Zhen's wild son, I guess he didn't have any fame." ”

"Wild son?" Su Qing's eyes lit up, and he inevitably asked, "What do you mean?"

"The mud leg surnamed Cao, there is an adopted son under his knees, his name is very atmospheric, also called Ning Xuanyuan, a few years older than Wulang. Huang Xu explained with a smile.

"Ning, Ning Xuanyuan?"

Su Qing was slightly stunned, and when she raised her little head and looked at Huang Wulang who was close at hand, she remembered why this name made her feel familiar in a trance.

Commander of the General Army, Ning Xuanyuan!

Huang Xu guessed what Su Qing was pondering, so he laughed and said, "Don't think about it, it's just a duplicate name, if it's really that, the current Cao Zhen, why is he still guarding the dilapidated old mansion and looking poor?"

Like, there is some truth?

After all, one person has ascended to heaven, his son is really a commander, and the Cao family has already moved to Yanjing, the national capital, and it is always right for people to go to high places.

"However, Ning Shuai's place of origin is also in Suzhou and Hangzhou. Su Qing reminded in a low voice.

Huang Wulang patted Su Qing's head and said casually, "Suzhou and Hangzhou have a population of several million, and the same name is already a coincidence, how can it be the deity?"

"What's more, where does a farmer with little education have the qualifications to train a commander-in-chief?"

Huang Xu lit a cigarette, cocked Erlang's legs, and gradually recalled Ning Xuanyuan's appearance when he was a teenager, and the most impressive one was a quiet summer night.

That day, a young man as thin as a bamboo pole, standing alone, stood under the street lamp by the toilet at the head of the village, intoxicated by the sea of books.

In the summer, mosquito bites and insect bites.

There are also open-air public toilets not far away.

In this harsh environment, the thin boy surnamed Ning was stunned to read the book for half a night, and when he was bitten by a mosquito halfway, he stomped his feet and swayed two steps.

At that time, Huang Xu didn't see any spirit of hard work from a poor family, so he felt that the wild son of the old Cao family should be missing a string in his head.

I don't blow the fan in the middle of the night, lie down and sleep peacefully, what kind of book do you read?

"There is a way to look at the young at the age of three, and look at the old at the age of seven, my vision has always been good, this Ning Xuanyuan has no great future. After Huang Xu finished chatting about this old story, the carriage suddenly burst into laughter.

Huang Xu laughed the most, and poked his finger into his temple halfway, gesturing, "That kid, there is a problem here." ”

Huang Wulang is most empathetic to this.

When Ning Xuanyuan was studying, his grades never fell into the top three in his grade, and when he was studying, he never fell into the top three, but he was at the bottom.

But so what?

He counted down every year, and his grades were so bad that he was a mess, and now he is destined to be the most prosperous and beautiful one in the village.

On the contrary, the nerd who studies hard and strives for self-improvement, I am afraid that he has long been obsessed with everyone, and if he really wants to make a difference, why does the Cao family still live in the old house?

"I forgot not to mention this guy. ”

Huang Wulang rubbed his cheeks suddenly, when he was a child, because of the problem of the homestead, the two families fought, and Ning Xuanyuan was even more fists and feet against him.

Although that incident was aggressive and aggressive from beginning to end, he was bullying the poor and afraid of the rich, but after so many years, every time he thought about it, he couldn't let go.

"It's the New Year, I don't know, did the surnamed Ning go home?" Huang Xu said.

Huang Wulang smiled and said improvisingly, "This time I held a hundred family banquets, and invited everything that should be invited in the village, and then the Cao family, let him play by himself." ”

"That's a good idea. Huang Xu suddenly gloated.

I want to see, when the hundred family banquet starts, the neighbors all come to be polite with my old Huang family, and only your surname Cao is excluded......

This kind of slap in the face is exciting to think about.

"High, really high. Huang Xu gave his son a thumbs up and praised him.

(End of chapter)