Back at the villa, all the police had already left, and Liu Yuzhi saw Wang Zhe coming back with two broken jars, and smiled slightly: "I'm back." ”

Liu Yuzhi is not stupid, although he doesn't know how this kid's hand is, but he can predict the prophet, catch the killer, and finally quarrel with the police, and the eldest lady goes out to maintain, this kid is definitely not so simple as it seems.

I don't know what his identity is, his personal bodyguard, living in the villa, and playing with his mobile phone when he has nothing to do?

A wave of curiosity emerged from Liu Yuzhi's heart, and he was now very, eagerly eager to find out the true identity and true strength of this kid.

So when he saw Wang Zhe coming back, Liu Yuzhi put on a good face.

"Brother Liu is doing me a favor, I just went out to buy a coal stove and a bag of honeycomb coal, in the trunk, please help me get it."

"Okay, leave this little thing to me." Liu Yuzhi is like a different person, if Wang Zhe asks him for a pistol now, maybe Liu Yuzhi will also say: Okay, leave this kind of trivial matter to me.

…………

Kyoto is a modern city, and there are also things left by the older generation.

The Ermiao Street Hutong, which has been left over from more than 900 years of history, runs east-west, is more than 300 meters long and about 6 meters wide.

The people who can live in the courtyard house in Kyoto now can't have money but no face, they can't have face without money, and they can't have money and face without backstage.

In the deepest part of the alley, there is a three-entry quadrangle, there is a shadow wall with ridges and eaves on the south side of the main entrance, the white marble plate engraved with the big character of "Hongtu" is inlaid in the middle of the shadow wall, and there is a pair of stone lions holding drums and upper horse stones standing on both sides of the main entrance.

The large wooden door was closed, but there was an armed guard with a gun on the left and right of the door.

Nearly 900 square meters of three-into quadrangle, the courtyard hall and large living room, the decoration is simple, antique coffee tables, tables and chairs, wooden door curtains.

In the middle of the hall, an old man in a Tang suit, with a handful of white hair on his sideburns, saw that his face was ruddy, and he believed that this old man was eating well and living well.

The old man held a Go blackspot in his hand, but his hand stopped in the air and did not fall for a long time.

In a corner of the room, Zhang Wenlong stood aside, bowed his head and stood upright, not daring to make a sound, for fear of alarming the old man to play chess.

"Ugh." After a long time, Old Man Zhang threw the sunspot into the chess jar, picked up a cup of fragrant tea next to him, tested the water temperature, shook his head gently, and turned his face to Zhang Wenlong, who was standing on the side, and said, "Wenlong, change a cup of tea for grandpa." ”

"Yes." Zhang Wenlong stepped forward conscientiously, stretched out his hands, and bowed down to take the tea.

The old man looked at Zhang Wenlong, who stepped forward, handed the teacup into his hand, and then shook his hand and pushed the teacup to the side.

Zhang Wenlong was shocked, what the hell was grandpa going to do, looking at the teacup tumbling in the air, his eyes were quick, and he grabbed it in the air, but unfortunately the cushion of the teacup fell to the ground.

Asunder.

"Grandpa, I'm ......," Zhang Wenlong hurriedly explained.

But the old man shook his head, stretched out his hand to stop him from continuing, and there was a slight smile in his tone: "Do you know how many years no one has broken my things?" ”

Zhang Wenlong broke out in a cold sweat, the old man usually laughs, but the smile is terrifying, the brighter the smile, the heavier his murderous intention.

"My grandson knows what I was wrong."

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and the boundless murderous aura enveloped Zhang Wenlong, who had experienced a lifetime of war, and the murderous aura emitted was enough to scare a person to death.

"Wrongdoing? What's wrong with you? I deliberately framed you, how do you feel? ”

Zhang Wenlong felt that there was murderous aura everywhere around the air, but when he calmed down, this murderous aura was so vague.

Frame me? Could it be that grandpa believes me?

"Grandson, grandson just feels scared."

"Why be afraid?"

"I'm afraid...... Afraid of grandpa punishment. ”

The old man sighed: "This matter of the Li family, just like this teacup, has not reached the worst point, at least, the teacup is not broken, go ahead, send someone to secretly protect the daughter of the Li family." ”

"Grandpa Xie."

In the garden, next to the swing, Liu Yuzhi was holding a magazine and was helping Wang Zhe boil medicine.

And Wang Zhe is the same old look, swinging and swinging, and the mobile phone in his hand actually changed to a game, Tetris.

After the police left, Liu Yuzhi thought of various ways to get close to Wang Zhe, and also thought of various words in his mind to set Wang Zhe's secret, but unfortunately, Liu Yuzhi, who was stupid, where could he fight Wang Zhe who 'silence is golden'?

Now he has been tricked into boiling medicine again. Fortunately, there is a sexy magazine for foreign models, otherwise I wouldn't be able to live this day.

"Wang Zhe, what kind of medicine are you boiling? The taste is somewhat pungent and sour. ”

"Chinese medicine." Speaking of this, Wang Zhe clicked the pause button, looked up at Liu Yuzhi who was holding the magazine, glanced at his palm again, and smiled faintly: "Captain Liu, there is a question, why are your hands so red?" Roast pig's trotters the same. ”

"Nonsense, let me tell you, I'm a martial arts master."

"Martial arts roast pork knuckle, right?"

Liu Yuzhi glanced at him and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't know the goods, I'll tell you secretly." ”

While speaking, Liu Yuzhi suddenly lowered his voice, and looked left and right a few times: "This is when I was in the army, I once went out on a mission, and stole a martial arts cheats from a drug lord's house. ”

"But I'm still unwilling, so I practice from time to time, and I'm not as diligent as before, but my hands are getting more and more popular, until two years later, there was a martial arts competition in our troops, and that time I beat a comrade-in-arms seriously under the mistake, and then I was ordered to be forced to leave the army."

Liu Yuzhi looked at Wang Zhe's calm expression, thinking that he didn't believe it, and hurriedly said: "What I said is true, as soon as you palm it down, the bricks will shatter." ”

"I don't disbelieve it, it's just that I think you seem to have practiced wrong." Wang Zhe stretched out his hand: "Show me the cheats." ”

Liu Yuzhi subconsciously shook his head, can this kind of thing be given to people casually?

Seeing Wang Zhe frowning, Liu Yuzhi helplessly explained: "It's not that I'm stingy, it's just this thing, I think it's a scourge to keep it, so I burned it after practicing." ”

"Don't forget it, when your hands are abolished in more than ten years, don't look for me." Wang Zhe shrugged his shoulders and continued to play Tetris.

Liu Yuzhi was stunned and looked at Wang Zhe who was playing the game with a blank expression.

This guy can't scare himself, right? Scrapped? The devil believes in him.

"Brother refugee." Suddenly, a fat but not greasy, delicate and soft voice, this tone and tone was enough to break through any line of defense.

Wang Zhe's heart trembled involuntarily, and the small squares that fell quickly in his hand were lined up one by one until the top and hung up.

Liu Yuzhi was no better, his hands were numb, his waist was weak, he was sitting on the grass with his buttocks, and the magazine almost fell to the ground.

The energetic Sasha, ultra-short jeans, and two straight legs are shining in the afternoon sun.

The snow peak on his chest that could be held full of it also trembled slightly, and the two braids on his head were flicked back and forth from side to side.

Sitting on the swing, looking at Sasha with a playful face, a few beautiful white teeth were showing in her lips, and her eyes were so innocent.

But Wang Zhe knew that there must be something wrong with this girl, and it was a big deal.

I started calling myself uncle, and I called myself a refugee, and now I call me a refugee...... Brother?

After swallowing a mouthful of spit, Wang Zhe's throat was a little dry: "What's wrong?" Something? ”