Chapter 9 Little Transformation [Grandma's, Where's the Ticket?] 】

Zhang Yang looked at Liu Biao in a neat suit with a sluggish face, this is not like Liu Biao's dress, in Zhang Yang's memory, Liu Biao has always been a black vest and a pair of blue jeans, occasionally a pair of white sneakers, but most of the time it is a pair of flip-flops.

"Hehe, see the boss today, the boss likes to wear a suit, go, eat with me." Liu Biao grinned.

"That'...... I'm still not going......" Zhang Yang couldn't help but hesitate for a while, although he had a good relationship with Liu Biao, he would never participate in Liu Biao's social circle.

"Let's go, I'm afraid of a bird, hundreds of people eat, and no one will pay attention to you if there's one more." Liu Biao grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and pulled him to the side of the motorcycle.

"I ......"

"What is this?" Liu Biao looked at the black plastic bag in Zhang Yang's hand and asked.

"Bread ......" Zhang Yang embarrassed his hands behind his back.

"Bread? The old man gave it to you? Liu Biao couldn't help frowning.

"Ahem!"

"Give it to me."

"Don't give it!"

"Give it to me!"

"Don't give it!"

……

"The dog said, the dead old man is all for you, and I am not afraid of poisoning you, throw it away to Lao Tzu, and go to a big dinner with the uncle." Liu Biao chased after Zhang Yang, snatched the bread and opened it, immediately scolded and fell to the ground.

"I'm full." Zhang Yang touched his stomach, not knowing if there was a problem with the bread or if he was indeed full, Zhang Yang felt that his stomach was much more comfortable.

"Damn, I'm going to go when I'm full, is this what people eat? Wait for Lao Tzu to go to the toilet and vomit this bread and empty his stomach, is that what people eat?! ”

“……”

"Boom, boom......"

The motorcycle engine made a crazy sound, a large cloud of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, and the huge school gate was made into a miasma, like a battlefield filled with gunpowder......

……

As soon as the motorcycle disappeared, Wang Boshi Shiran walked out of the guard room with his hands behind his back, glanced at the billowing smoke in the distance, squatted down, carefully picked up the black plastic bag that Liu Biao had just thrown on the ground, carefully patted the dust and walked into the guard room.

"Little rabbit, don't you know that the food on the plate is hard work? What do you see you eat next time you're hungry? ”

The old man muttered and opened the drawer, very carefully wrapped the bread again carefully and put it into the innermost part of the drawer, when closing the drawer, a small strong followed the old man's hand and climbed out, the old man did not hesitate, with a cold murderous face, waved his palm......

"Liu Biao, is it appropriate for me to go?" Zhang Yang always felt a little inappropriate, and it was easy for a student to cheat and cheat.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, today my boss has been promoted, and he will set up wine in Baijiayuan Hotel, and there are not a thousand or eight hundred people who go, no more than you, no less than you, hehe, besides, I also want you to see the style of our boss." Liu Biao swayed his 250 or so crazily in the traffic, with a smug smile on his face, as if it was him who was promoted instead of his boss.

"Oh...... Shall I give a red envelope? ”

"Damn, if you give a red envelope, what is it called mixed rice? You're funny, don't think so much, you won't be wrong to follow me, let you eat a lot today...... Ahem......"

"En, I'm messing with Brother Biao today, it's windy now, Brother Biao won't talk, it's not good if you have a cold."

"Uncle's body will catch a cold...... Ahem......"

……

C city is not big, less than ten minutes Liu Biao's earth-shattering motorcycle drove to the Baijiayuan Hotel, of course, Liu Biao still has self-knowledge, the C city of the unique motorcycle parked far away next to a business building in front of the small garden next to it, two walked over.

Dinner had already been eaten in the school, but it was the life of the school, and some teahouses and hotels had just begun.

At this time, Baijiayuan is even more busy, the huge parking lot in front of it has been crowded, all kinds of famous cars are available, Zhang Yang was stunned, he has never seen so many famous cars at one time in his life.

"BMW...... Benz...... Cadillac...... Audi...... Ferrari ......"

Zhang Yang drooled and looked at the bright and shiny cars, and couldn't wait to run over and stroke them with his hands. Although he is not a car fan, as a man, his fascination with these famous cars is not inferior to those fans.

"Damn, it's good for you to be more ambitious, don't embarrass me......" Liu Biao knocked on Zhang Yang's head fiercely, but his eyes were staring at a new Mercedes-Benz 600.

"Hehe, yes, don't be ashamed."

Zhang Yang's heart suddenly inexplicably rose a sense of arrogance, as if these famous cars that usually don't even dare to think about are nothing, subconsciously, an intuition told him that there are many, many good cars in the world, although these cars, although they are expensive, but they are not top-level, at least, the Rolls-Royce Phantom is more noble than every car here.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yang underwent a small transformation, and that kind of indifference and pampering occupied his current state of mind, although it was impossible to immediately let him see things from the perspective of the superior, at least let him have a mentality of neither humility nor arrogance.

"What's wrong with you?" Liu Biao suddenly asked in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yang was asked inexplicably.

"I feel like you're suddenly a little different......"

Liu Biao scratched his head, and the moment he turned back just now, he suddenly found that the little obscene guy behind him actually became an indescribable feeling, as if something was coming from...... The wind is light and the clouds are clear...... Cirrus clouds ......

"Grandma's, I can't say it." Liu Biao spat fiercely, and with his education level of fighting and picking up girls all day long, he really couldn't find the right adjective.

“……”

Zhang Yang was speechless, of course, he had long been accustomed to Liu Biao's nonsensical style.

[Grandma's, wake up, there are still tens of thousands of kilometers away from being on the list, faint to death, brothers, where are your recommendation tickets? ] 】