Li Mei has been very nourishing lately. Play mahjong every day, and Qingqing to do maintenance. No cooking, no cleaning. She had never thought of this kind of day before. Ever since her son told her that she had money. Li Mei felt that she had finally survived decades.

Li Mu stayed at home every day and didn't go out. Li Mei actually wanted to ask Li Mu what he did. But she held back. He was an ordinary person just a few days ago. Even if her son told her what to do. She didn't necessarily understand, so she gave up on asking.

Today, my son rushed to the room to fiddle with the new computer. She and a few neighbors continued to play mahjong. But suddenly there was a loud scream. She and several of her neighbors were taken aback.

"What's the ghost called? " Li Mei shouted downstairs angrily. The voice is louder than Li Mu. Li Meidao is not afraid that Li Mu will have an accident. After all, Li Mu's voice was full of anger. There is also some anger and helplessness.

"Mom, you go on. It's okay. It's okay. Li Mu leaned on the window and smiled wryly.

The screen behind Li Mu is a game that is cool every year, but it can't be cool every year. Dungeons & Warriors. At this time, there was a hint of golden light on the screen. A few small words flashed on it. The sky ends with a lightsaber.

But in the very center of the screen are six large characters. The network connection is interrupted.

"Holy. More than 100,000 computers and 1,000 gigabit optical fibers. Why the hell did you interrupt the internet connection that I came? Spicy chicken game, get out of the pit, and never play again. "After dealing with my mother. Li Mu sat in front of the computer chair and began to spray indiscriminately.

After spraying, Li Mu took out his mobile phone, and then shot and sent it in one go. And the target is the mouse.

After spraying, Li Mu didn't have the heart to continue brushing the abyss. Close the window. Look at the icon on the computer and pull it directly into the recycle bin. Thought it was out of the pit.

"It's a pleasure to see. The message of the rat was not long in coming. This game is what the mouse recommended Li Mu to play. Rats are big fans of dungeons. A small master with a full-body amplitude of 12. And in the hands of his lord C Red Dog is the firmament.

Li Mu is playing with a sword soul. I haven't played for a while, and I still have the ancient light in my hand. Now the 95 version. The rat kept taunting Li Mu. Not even a decent lightsaber. It was supposed to be brushed out today. But he was cursed by the six-character mantra.

"Spicy chicken game, out of the pit. Li Mu quickly replied to the mouse.

"Got out of the pit? Originally, I said that I would take you on the back of a bird. It seems that there is no need. "The rat knows Li Mu's character. Today is Sunday and he is off. So there was time to chat with Li Mu.

"Then you still talk about an egg. Upper number. Li Mu hurriedly dragged the icon out of the recycle bin. Then ascend Crooked. Waiting for the rat to take him on the back of the bird.

"Aren't you out of the pit?" Soon, the rat's voice sounded in YY.

"Don't talk to me, I've said this more than a hundred times. It's not that you don't know. Don't say so much, is it on the number?" Li Mu didn't feel embarrassed at all. This is true for any Poisoned Milk player.

shouted out of the pit, and after a few days, he picked it up and played again. The law of true fragrance is very suitable for Li Mu's group of 'dead fat houses'. (I play for a while, and then get out of the pit.) Then play again. Anyway, I played it intermittently for about 5 years. Is there anything like me?)

Time flies in the game. The afternoon passed quickly.

After settling dinner, Li Mu went out. There is a nanny at home to talk to Li Mei, but it will not be lonely.

"Where the hell are you, why didn't I see you?" Standing in a Porsche 911 and looking in the rearview mirror to see your handsome face.

Suddenly, the windows of the 911 rolled down. The rat would have been quite embarrassed. He thought 911 was just stopping here. I was going to make a fuss, but I didn't expect the owner to be in the car. This also means that he was seen by the owner of the car just now.

But the rat quickly reacted. The 911's cab is wood.

"Damn, 911. You have to rent this car in order to pretend to be a force in front of me? I guess, two thousand a day?" the rat didn't feel embarrassed either. I pulled the car door and sat in.

"See for yourself. A small book flew into the mouse's face. The rat didn't care, picked it up and took a look. It's just a driving license.

But when it was opened, the mouse's mouth suddenly couldn't close. The first thing that catches your eye is the words of the owner Li Mu. Then look down. It is the Porsche 911 that is written in the brand model column. That is, the car under the ass.

"Really... Is it really yours? didn't you buy it for ten dollars in that alley?" the mouse let out a long exhale. He said with his driving license in his hand.

"Isn't it obvious?" Li Mu stretched out his hands. Then he said.

"Is it your foreign relative who has so much money? I have to hand over his huge inheritance to you. The mouse looked at Li Mu's expression. It has been determined that this 911 is Li Mu's.

"You know all this?" Li Mu looked at the mouse in surprise.

"You give me a dead stay. The rat pushed the car door and got out of the car.

Li Mu was confused, what was the mouse going to do? Could it be that he was rich, and the mouse was unbalanced? He had low self-esteem? Before Li Mu could finish thinking, the door of the cab was opened.

"You, go over there. The rat stood by the car door and pointed to the co-pilot. Motioned for Li Mu to come over.

Li Mu saw the hot gaze of the mouse, and he couldn't stand it a little, and obediently climbed to the co-pilot. The rat unceremoniously made it to the driver's seat. His hands gently stroked the steering wheel. Then he lowered his head and kissed it directly.

"Damn, what are you doing? You are so disgusting, how can I drive this car in the future?" Li Mu looked at the rat in the bag, and he really couldn't stand the disgusting energy.

"You don't open it? That's right, I'll open it later. I'll be your driver. Don't get paid. Gratuitous. "The rat didn't even lift his head. The cheek was pressed against the steering wheel.

"Don't be disgusting. If you don't get drunk today, you won't return. Night, today my brother will take you to the night to consume. Don't go to the barbecue stall anymore. Brother is now a local tyrant. The standard equipment of local tyrants is a bar. Li Mu really couldn't stand the disgusting expression of the mouse. A slap on the back of the mouse's head.

"Let's go, driver. Depart and head to the Night Bar. Li Mu stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

"Okay. The mouse took the cigarette that Li Mu put aside. Then take a deep breath. Feel the roar of 911. Drive slowly towards the night. After all, it's 911 rats, and it's still very slow.

The car is not his, no matter how good his relationship with Li Mu is. He didn't dare to spoil it.

"Mouse, how is your work lately?" Li Mu looked at Zhang Feng, who was driving carefully.

"What else? If you don't have enough to eat, you won't starve to death. "The two of you know my depth, I know you... Bah. Someone who knows the roots.

"That good suggestion you just made. Come and be my driver. You can raise the salary as you like. Li Mu said.

"Phew, you still want me to be your driver. You can't stand it. I'm telling you, you... No... Match. The mouse glanced at Li Mu. Outright rejection.

The mouse understood very well that Li Mu was indeed rich. I wanted to help him, but he didn't want to accept it. Because he has a job now. No matter how rich Li Mu is, it is Li Mu's own. They are good friends. That's all.

Li Mu knew what the rat thought. Didn't mention it again. Soon, the night bar arrived.