The driver chattered all the way, and Mr. Shan was absent-minded and perfunctory.

The road to the county seat was stumbling and muddy after the rain.

The taxi trembled, and Mr. Shan had a stomachache, but now he rarely got motion sickness, and his stomach turned over and over, becoming more and more uncomfortable.

His face gradually turned pale, and finally he couldn't help but pick up the window and spit out a mouthful of bitter bile water.

The driver quickly stopped on the side of the road, turned around and asked, "Little brother, are you okay?" If you don't walk and breathe fresh air, walk along this road for more than ten minutes and see a big manor, that is the Luo family. ”

Mr. Shan nodded sheepishly, handed the driver a hundred yuan and his phone number, and thanked him in a low voice.

He got out of the car with a small black bag on his back, his body swayed, and the churning sensation in his stomach intensified.

Mr. Shan hurriedly ran to the tree on the side of the road, put his hand on the trunk of the tree softly, bent down and vomited a lot.

There was nothing in the stomach, and all that came out was bitter bile and bile, mixed with dark red blood.

"Ouch, are you alright, young man?" With the sound of clattering footsteps, the middle-aged woman who came back from shopping hurriedly ran over and handed him a bottle of water.

Mr. Shan was dizzy, he didn't have time to say thanks, and he bent over and vomited again.

"Huh? Young man, you look like a person. The woman's shrewd eyes narrowed, and she looked the familiar little handsome face up and down.

The golden little curly hair, the handsome little face, the nose, the eyes, the figure...

The middle-aged woman's eyes lit up like an electric light bulb.

"You, you, you, you, you're the mountain boss! Mr. Shan, who plays "The Most Dazzling National Style" in the live broadcast room every day? Oh my God, I finally saw the living mountain boss! ”

Mr. Shan was powerless to complain, took the water handed by the woman and rinsed his mouth, and then stood up slowly.

This is a middle-aged woman wearing a blue and white cheongsam, with willow eyebrows and white face, and she is well-maintained and charming.

Under the curved willow eyebrows of the middle-aged woman, a pair of bright eyes, like a twenty-eight-year-old girl, looked at her favorite idol with a smile.

The middle-aged woman grabbed Mr. Shan's arm and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Xiaoshan, why did you come to Jinwu?" Come on, come on, go to my house to rest first, and the motion sickness will be eased. ”

Shan was top-heavy and weak, and was pulled by an enthusiastic strange woman and walked towards the end of the road.

He arrived at a solemn manor.

The manor is shaded by green trees, fragrant osmanthus flowers, and the roar of martial arts trainees.

The middle-aged woman took Mr. Shan to the antique living room, personally prepared hot tea and snacks, and warmly entertained her idol.

Mr. Shan drank two sips of hot tea, and the warm and fragrant tea entered his throat and stomach, and he finally sobered up a little.

"Thank you." Mr. Shan rubbed his temples and thanked him from the bottom of his heart, "By the way, I want to ask you one thing, do you know where Luo Shen's family is?" I'm looking for him—"

Before he finished speaking, a man's deep voice came from outside the door: "Wife, did you bring the guest back?" ”

Lan Fenyun was overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold her husband and introduced: "I fell in love with a handsome anchor last year, and when I went out to buy clothes today, I actually met him on the side of the road and invited him to my home." ”

Lan Fenyun is in her early forties and still maintains a young and enthusiastic heart.

Last year, I was obsessed with the glory of the king, came into contact with the anchor industry, and had a soft spot for Mr. Shan, a boy who played square dance music in the live broadcast room.

Luo Zhen frowned, his face displeased.

He turned his head to look at the curly-haired yellow boy sitting at the table...

This young man...

Luo Zhen wiped his eyes, wiped his eyes again, and suddenly five thunders thundered: Σ(?д?|||)??

This, this, this is not Luo Shen's object!!

The boyfriend who is "intimate" with Luo Shen in the photo!!