"It's a reward for you." Mei Niang said lightly.

Sitting in the front seat, the man called the noticed this detail and suddenly made a small calculation in his heart, he has been with Mei Niang for several years, but he has never seen Mei Niang light a cigarette for anyone, just imagine that there are not many people who can be on an equal footing with Mei Niang in Shanghai, enough to make a pair of hands, but it is not a concept that can make Mei Niang light a cigarette herself.

This kid, did Mei Niang fall in love with him?

This thought made the feel excited, and he hurriedly looked at his nose and nose and was silent, and those who are slaves should keep their duties as slaves, he has not seen the bleak fate of some minions who have crossed the rules.

In these days, bad people are not necessarily really bad, and good people may not be really good, and the gentleman still has to look at the quality, let alone say that it is a thousand times more difficult to be a thousand times more powerful than a gentleman? Zhao Huchen remembered every word his grandfather had said, and he also remembered that when his grandfather said this to him, he was silent for a long time, and then slowly said to himself, whether he is a hero or a hero, he is much more tired than ordinary people.

Zhao Huchen once thought about what kind of glorious past his grandfather would have, but whenever he mentioned this, he always answered his grandfather's quiet and calm smile, there is something called vicissitudes that began to imperceptibly affect Zhao Huchen at that time, and to this day, Zhao Huchen still can't think of what kind of character his grandfather would be before coming to that dilapidated Zhaojia Village.

Zhao Huchen, who was full of thoughts, somehow suddenly seemed to be at the last moment of his life, and what he wanted was not to avenge himself and fight back, but to warn his daughter to be a person worthy of his conscience, and a ** boss who burns, kills, loots, and does everything he can to say such things, is it ironic? Although the wind and horses are not related, why does that He Xun's gaze make Zhao Huchen think of his grandfather who is listening to Peking Opera slowly on a recliner in the sun?

In such a society where meanness is the pass of the despicable and nobility is the epitaph of the noble, the yin owl is as fierce as the axe, and the third child still has good thoughts about his daughter, and Zhao Huchen, who originally planned to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, and remove the daughter of the third with the axe, found that he couldn't do it when he looked at the pair of eyes that were as pure as crystals and were not polluted by this dirty world.

With a bitter smile, Zhao Huchen realized that soft-heartedness was definitely not a good sign.

The car quickly drove to the gate of Purple Garden.

"I'll get off here." Zhao Huchen said lightly.

The man driving saw Mei Niang nodding slightly from the rearview mirror before slowly parking the car on the side of the road.

Zhao Huchen opened the car door and stepped out of the car.

Mei Niang sat in the car, frowning and looking at Zhao Huchen's distant back.

This man's back is very special, and he belongs to the kind of person who may not notice the difference of this man if you don't know him, but if you come into contact with him, the deeper the contact, the more you can find the peculiarity of this man.

", do you think he's going to be a threat to me?" Closing the car window, cutting off the connection between her sight and Zhao Huchen's back, Su Meiniang asked lightly.

"No, it won't." This time the replied unusually briskly.

"Oh?" Mei Niang asked with interest, she has a lot of subordinates, and there is no shortage of people who can work for her, but the in front of her is the most special one, because he is strong enough and heartfelt enough, so the is Mei Niang's henchman, and no one objects to this in the whole pearl.

"Intuition, Mei Niang, you know, people like us have experienced too many life and death lines, and in addition to the absolute strength, many times we can only trust our own intuitive judgment." A knife appeared in the's hand, and the knife flew between his fingers like an elf when the five fingers turned sensitively, this kind of thrilling game was a very bleak end once the slightest carelessness was made, but the knife light in the hands of the never appeared the slightest accident, this exquisite grasp of strength and skill was enough to despise the vast majority of so-called bull warriors.

"Drive." Mei Niang smiled slightly when she heard this, and commanded lightly.

The area of 1,389 acres of Purple Garden is not small, and the quiet Yang Ting lives on the only peninsula in the thirteen islands and a peninsula in the Purple Garden.

Zhao Huchen, who had planned to take a boat back to the peninsula from Yang Ting's private dock, met an acquaintance here when he passed by an arched bridge.

There are really not many people he knows in Mingzhu, but the woman in front of him is a very special one at any time.

Korean calligraphy and painting.

Han Huchen was walking slowly with a silver-haired old man at this time, the lotus leaves were long by the lake, Zhao Huchen stood on the arch bridge, looking at the Han calligraphy and painting who was walking with the old man not far away.

The breeze blew, and the corners of Zhao Huchen's mouth outlined a soft arc, and the mood fluctuations caused by killing the third axe were magically calmed down.

Beauty is like jade, jade is like beauty, such a gentle girl who seems to have come out of the picture of an ancient lady does have a strange charm that can calm people at any time.

As if he felt something, Han Shushu, who was walking with his grandfather, suddenly raised his head, looked at the arched bridge, and saw Zhao Huchen standing on the bridge, with a soft smile on his face.

The old man next to Han Shushu also noticed the change in his granddaughter, and looked at his granddaughter's gaze but saw a familiar face, the old man recalled carefully, and finally remembered that this young man was the young man he met when he was playing chess with his old friend.

"Grandpa, I'm going to see my friend." Han Shushu said softly.

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "Since it is your friend, bring it to grandpa to see, this young man, I have seen it." ”

Han Shushu glanced at his grandfather in surprise, nodded, and then turned to Zhao Huchen.

"When did you come?" Zhao Huchen asked with a smile, his tone was as peaceful as ever in front of this girl, and this kind of tranquility even Yang Caiwei had never brought to him.

"For a while, I just came for a walk with my grandfather." Han Shushu gently pulled the ends of his hair that was blown by the wind, and the style of bowing his head made the surrounding scenery a lot more beautiful.

In Zhao Huchen's eyes, Han calligraphy and painting should be the kind of calligraphy and painting that really belong to the kind of hands like soft wattles, skin like clotted fat, collars like grubs, teeth like rhinoceros, and moth eyebrows. Smiling and smiling, beautiful women, this kind of real Chinese classical beauty girl has more connotation and temperament than those so-called women with plump buttocks and breasts, Zhao Huchen, who has been immersed in poetry classics since childhood, especially enjoys the bookish atmosphere of Korean calligraphy and painting.

Zhao Huchen raised his head and looked at the old man not far away, and immediately remembered that he met three old men playing a game a few days ago, and when he played a few games with one of them, the old man in front of him was the old man who had always stood aside and didn't talk much.

"I've seen your grandfather." Zhao Huchen said with a smile.

Zhao Huchen has never felt that he has become a son-in-law of Yang Ting, who has not yet been formalized, is a big man, and he also does not feel that being able to sit in a car with a woman like Su Meiniang should have a superior status in Mingzhu, and Zhao Huchen, who has always clearly positioned himself in the position of a small person, has the prudence and obscurity that a small person should have for anyone.

No matter which aspect you look at, the grandfather of Han calligraphy and painting will not be an ordinary old man, but what kind of plane and level does this old man belong to, Zhao Huchen, who has seen the biggest official since he was a child, is the village party secretary, and he can't see it, but he can also feel that maybe a man like Yang Ting doesn't have the capital to be arrogant in front of this old man, and the reason, Zhao Huchen doesn't know, if he really wants to say, he can only guess.

It was this guessed caution that made him stand in front of this old man, not a little bit gloomy in front of Yang Ting and cunning in front of Su Meiniang, but more restrained.

"Grandpa, he is the last time I brought it back to find you, Zhao Huchen, who told you before." Han Shushu's smile has a natural affinity between juniors and elders, and this intimacy also appeared in Zhao Huchen once upon a time, but it was quickly drowned out by countless big beasts in the mountains.

"Grandpa, didn't you say that it is difficult to find young people who can make people shine now, and I believe that Huchen is one of them." The evaluation of Han calligraphy and painting is not high, and she smiled skillfully and smilingly holding the old man's hand with a smile.

"It's better to come early than to come by chance, young man, we've known each other for a long time." The old man's words are very clear, and it will not give people a sense of ambiguity unique to the elderly, just like his hearty smile, even if it will not make people feel good at first sight, but it will never give people a feeling of difficulty in communication.

"That day, I got an axe in front of Grandpa Han, which made Grandpa Han smile." Zhao Huchen touched his nose and chuckled, this is not entirely a compliment, playing chess is like being a man, and a person's character and virtue can be roughly seen in the style of chess, not to mention that Zhao Huchen has also played against this old man, although it is far from the level of understanding, but it is generally clear that this old man's chess style is like a rock, and his chess strength is unfathomable.

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