Father's love is like a mountain, and he will never be as warm as water as his mother, like a sweet stream flowing slowly through his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He pushes you forward, but he will only clumsily express all emotions with "majesty" and "anger", even if there is "concern" and "uneasiness" behind it.

Zhuo Anwei is such a typical father, he doesn't know how to express it, so he simply uses a strong method to treat Zhuo Zichen well. But Zhuo Zichen just didn't obey discipline in his bones, so since he went to junior high school, the father and son pinched as soon as they met, as if they were uncomfortable without a big quarrel.

Xitong dreamed of exiting the room, although this did not stop the sound of the quarrel in the room.

The wealth of the green bag house is a whole floor, and there is no fear of complaints from guests, not to mention that the behind-the-scenes boss of the hotel is a former customer of the green bag house, and he has a great friendship with Zhuo Anwei, even if there is a mess, there will be people who are happy to settle it.

"The world is hot and cold, and people's hearts are not ancient~" Xi Tongmeng suddenly came to such a sentence in an old-fashioned manner, and happened to be heard by Fang Jie, who arrived one step later, stepped forward with a smile, stroked her head and asked:

"What? Who messed with you again? ”

Xi Tongmeng closed his eyes, greedy for a moment of pleasure, "It's not the Zhuo family's father and son, the pomp and circumstance of the quarrel are bigger than others, and the venue is chartered." ”

Fang Jie was amused by her, "You, ......" doting tone made Xi Tongmeng a little unbearable, and an impulse rose in her heart, a strong urge to hug the other party.

Who knew that someone at the end of the corridor shouted: "Report!" ”

Fang Jie put away his smile and raised his hand to signal someone to come forward, and then he whispered a few words in his ear, Fang Jie's expression became more complicated, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a good or bad mood.

Like a bucket of cold water poured from head to toe, Xitong casually pushed open a guest room, not intending to continue listening to those meaningless quarrels.

Hey, like no one has a father.

She said to herself.

The little jealousy in my heart came out again, or rather, envy, envy this kind of vivid, noisy relationship. She also tried to quarrel with Fang Jie, but unfortunately the other party either avoided her, or clinged to her, and never lost her temper.

That feeling made her feel that Fang Jie was an outsider, no different from others.

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The smell of gunpowder in the room gradually faded, and Zhuo Anwei leaned against the window, panting heavily. Zhuo Zichen is still sealed under the treasure book, and he can't do without the 2-meter by 2-meter bed.

"What do you want to do when you get me back?" Eventually, he spoke first.

"Is this the attitude that a son should have towards his father?" Zhuo Anwei obviously didn't want to answer his question head-on.

Zhuo Zichen raised his head and laughed, "Hahahaha, the master has this attitude, you can't stand it and let the master go." He looked at the ceiling, "Master promises not to appear in front of you." ”

"You!"

Zhuo Anwei jumped to his feet in anger, stepped forward to grab him, and raised his right hand.

Zhuo Zichen didn't beg for mercy or resist, he was still staring at the ceiling with a wry smile on his lips.

Zhuo Anwei's slap didn't fall in the end, he retreated to the window and said, "I arrested you to clean the portal." It can be regarded as answering Zhuo Zichen's initial question.

"Huh." Zhuo Zichen pointed to himself, "Finally, do you want to teach you a good lesson?" He held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, "It's okay, you can't get used to what I do anyway." ”

Zhuo Anwei suddenly felt powerless, thinking that it was easy for him to manage so many disciples in the Cloud Pavilion, but he couldn't manage his son well, and he couldn't even find a way to communicate.

The ruby on the golden scepter suddenly flashed, he put away the small emotions in his heart, as well as his unbearable reluctance to Zhuo Zichen, closed his eyes slightly, and then glared at Zhuo Zichen with a more stern gaze.

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"Owner!"

When Xuan Ming stepped on the penultimate step, Zhu Yinyu suddenly shouted, he knew in his heart that he had to delay time, he had to wait for the "bow" to be full, if he was destroyed by Xuan Ming before that, everything would be in vain.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Ming stopped.

"Owner, Huomen has risked his life to collect money for the five yuan square over the years, and there is no merit and hard work, do you have to work hard?"

Xuan Ming was stunned for a few seconds, and then replied, "Elder is too worried, I just came up to talk to you, why are you so nervous?" ”

Zhu Yinyu got up, he couldn't sit down anymore. "The owner is extremely smart, so there is no need to hide it."

"Huh." Xuan Ming smiled lightly, "Elder praises. ”

Zhu Yinyu was originally anxious, where could he stand this kind of dialogue with needles hidden in the cotton, and finally, it broke out.

"Xuanming!" simply didn't even call the owner of the shop, "As the owner of the five-yuan shop, what crime should you be guilty of shielding the witch!" He pointed at Yuan Ruolan.

At this moment, Yuan Ruolan was completely out of the situation, listening to the tone of the Fire Gate Elder, as if everything was caused by her. She suddenly went from being a bystander to a fuse, and she really didn't know what to do with herself.

Zhu Xuanxi reached out and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Wow, you're so heavy." She shrugged one shoulder, but the other party didn't intend to let go, so she reluctantly accepted.

Zhu Xuanxi's body had already gone for the most part, the tree vines wrapped around his chest, and the hand behind his back trembled slightly.

"It's strange, this Fire Gate Elder is too calm." He tried his best to make his tone sound unusual, "Isn't he afraid of all the water around him?" ”

Yuan Ruolan just wanted to laugh at him after listening to the first half of the sentence, but after listening to the second half of the sentence, her heart sank.

Yes, although she didn't think he was calm, but if he could still do this after looking at the situation around him, it didn't seem to be as useless as he imagined.

"No, he's been kept in the dark."

The vine's roots and stems deep into the ground were staggered and entangled, covering a wider area, and at the same time, its strength was about to reach its peak. For a moment, though, he captured the power of a man who wasn't supposed to be here.

"In the dark? Can ......"

Yuan Ruolan's shoulders were loosened, something was sliding down from her, she subconsciously reached out to help, and what she caught was a hard vine. She fixed her eyes and saw that Zhu Xuanxi had now turned into vines except for his shoulders and head, and the vines that were clinging to his shoulders seemed to be alive, growing upwards.

She desperately pulled those vines, trying to tear them off Zhu Xuanxi's body, but with a little force, she found that the tiny branches and leaves of the vines had penetrated into his flesh and blood, connected with his blood vessels and meridians. She looked down at the veins, where a heart was beating "plopping", and the veins around it turned into brown rattans, and the blood-colored light flickered and scattered, flowing into every vine.

She shouted, "Uncle! There was no response, and she hated that she was limited in her movements, and it was difficult for her to even turn around. The original spirit and soul power seemed to be sealed, no matter how she struggled, she would not respond. (To be continued.) )