"Boom! Boom! Knock ......"

She was answered by another quick and merciless knock on the door!

"Sister Zhang, it won't be your husband who will catch ...... Caught rape, right? Wen Jun asked innocently.

Hey, I didn't eat this white-flowered, mouth-to-mouth mutton, but caused a commotion, who should I go to to complain to? Wen Jun secretly slandered in his heart, the people he knew in Suzhou City were the girls in the "Yanran Women's Hospital", and he didn't tell them his address. Obviously, this man certainly didn't come for himself.

Zhang Shaomei's face turned pale, thinking that it wouldn't be such a coincidence, this dead ghost who suffered a thousand knives, he didn't go back sooner or later, but he chose to choose when the old lady and I were trembling, isn't this a good thing for me?

She hated it in her heart, packed her husband's eight-life ancestors and greeted her, reluctantly got up from Wen Jun's body, and quickly tidied up her messy clothes.

After all, this is a shady traitor... Love, if you are raped by your husband in bed, wouldn't it be humiliating and embarrassing? She let out a long sigh and had to force the raging fire in her heart down.

When Wen Jun also quickly cleaned up the crumpled sheets, Zhang Shaomei walked to the door with her little feet unhurriedly.

"Who are you?" Seeing a strange middle-aged man standing at the door, although he also had some handsome and free charm, but good things were destroyed by him, and there was a flame in his heart, Zhang Shaomei's tone of voice was very unkind.

The middle-aged man looked so neat, his sharp eyes crossed her shoulder, glanced into the room, pointed at Wen Jun and said with a smile: "This lady, I'm looking for the gentleman inside." ”

Zhang Shaomei stared at the middle-aged man in front of her fiercely, her wonderful eyes seemed to be able to ignite the air, and she couldn't wait to throw this hateful guy into the oil pan and fry it.

Hearing that someone was looking for him, Wen Jun walked over hesitantly, and when he fixed his eyes, it was Murong Pei who he met in the "Piaoxianglou" restaurant that night!

Wen Jun's heart sank, thinking of the "Jishan Travel Map", and secretly wondering how he found himself? Did you come to find yourself to get that treasure map back?

Wen Jun smiled bitterly, thinking that he really had a lot of troubles during this time, as the saying goes, "It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided", and he is not afraid of this more.

So, he hurriedly said, "It turns out that Mr. Murong is here, please come in." ”

Zhang Shaomei saw that she was Wen Jun's acquaintance, and her pretty face had to show a smile and said, "Xiaojun, you are a guest, my sister will not disturb you." ”

Wen Jun had long wished that she would say this, but she was afraid that she would be too happy and upset this beautiful woman, so she immediately swept herself out of the house, so she pretended to be inseparable, and said reluctantly: "Sister Zhang, are you leaving?" ”

Sure enough, Zhang Shaomei saw his obsessive appearance, not to mention how happy she was, but because Murong Pei was beside her, she pretended to be very indifferent and said, "Well, you are busy." I'll come back to see you tomorrow. ”

Wen Jun said that, how dare he really keep her? After sending her to the entrance of the building, he turned back without hesitation.

"Little brother, your old love... People gone? Seeing Wen Jun walk in, Murong Peipi, who was sitting on the only chair in the room, asked with a smile.

Wen Jun was embarrassed and smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Murong, don't make fun of me." ”

"Hehe, young people are energetic, and it's understandable to have one or two confidants." Before Murong Pei met, the big boy looked ashamed and answered, and he couldn't help but feel a little teasing.

"Mr. Murong, how did you find me here?" Wen Jun didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore, so he diverted the topic and asked.

Murong Pei didn't answer, but asked, "Hehe, little brother, I still don't know your name." ”

"Wen Jun, the Wen of culture, the horse of the horse."

"It turned out to be Brother Wen Jun." Murong Pei nodded, showed a hint of a smile and said, "I followed you around most of Suzhou City, and finally came here." ”

Wen Jun was shocked, this guy had spared most of Su City, why didn't he notice it at all? His handsome face turned grim, and he sneered: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that Brother Murong still had this Yaxing." ”

Murong Pei's good mood didn't seem to be affected, and he said with a smile: "Brother Wenjun, for the sake of my busy day, don't you want to invite me to dinner?" ”

Wen Jun is embarrassed, he can't even pay the rent, how can he have spare money to invite you to dinner? But a manly man, how can such a shameful and undisciplined remark be spoken?

Isn't it just a meal? No matter how poor the men are, claypot rice, rice bowls, Lanzhou ramen, vermicelli stewed pork...... You won't go hungry! It's really not good, uncle, I sacrifice my life to accompany you to the food stall!.

After making up his mind, Wen Jun said generously: "Let's go, Brother Murong, it just so happens that I haven't had dinner either." ”

Murong Pei looked at Wen Jun with a smile, nodded and walked out of the small rental house.

Sitting in the driver's seat of the "BMW", Murong Pei asked with a smile: "Brother Wen, where are you going to invite me to dinner?" ”

Wen Jun Khan secretly scolded in his heart, your uncle, the "BMW" is all on, and I want an unemployed person who can't pay the rent to invite you to dinner, what is it if you are not rich or unkind?

In this case, you are not afraid of losing face, am I still afraid of cold?

So, he pointed to the front and said, "Mr. Murong, turn right five hundred meters ahead, and three hundred meters away, there is a small restaurant called 'Salted Pork Hand', and the rice bowl tastes very good." ”

Murong Pei smiled, didn't speak, started the motor and drove forward.

Soon, the "BMW" stopped in front of the "groping" small restaurant.

When Wen Jun and Murong Pei walked in front and back, the pretty face of the proprietress was full of surprise, and it was difficult to fit it in a hemp bag.

"Xiaojun, you and your friends are here to eat...... Eating? The beautiful proprietress couldn't believe her eyes, and stared at Wen Jun with a pair of charming eyes and asked.

Wen Jun said indifferently: "Boss, let's have a bowl of pork and a bowl of barbecued pork buns." ”

"Who is this, this is too much, right?"

"What about driving a BMW? Who knows how many lots it is? ”

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't see it, that's the latest X6."

A group of diners in the "Salty Pork Hand" were discussing, and a few of them were very good-looking girls who looked at Wen Jun and Murong Pei with burning eyes, eager to sit at the same table with him and talk about life and words.

In no more than six minutes, the proprietress conveniently brought up the two bowls of rice bowls ordered by Wen Jun.

"Hostess, bring us a 'Munich beer'." Murong Pei shouted at the beautiful proprietress .

"What beer?" The proprietress blinked a pair of charming eyes and asked suspiciously.

Wen Jun sighed, and as soon as these rich children spoke, their original forms were revealed. He hurriedly said: "Boss, it's Harbin beer, a piece of Harbin beer." ”