Chapter 23 The Little Prince of Soft Rice

"Okay." Bai Xiaoshu wrote down Zhou Tong's phone number, said goodbye to her, and turned to leave.

In his hands, there are not half a million.

Otherwise, he would definitely not say a word, he would take it out immediately, and wrap her first-with the setting of the Netherworld Tongbao, he could unlock the quota of 1 million, and from the ratio of 1 to 1 between the netherworld currency and cash exchange, he also earned 500,000, at least not a loss.

"That's a good girl."

After Bai Xiaoshu came out of the gold shop, Angela emerged from the Netherworld Treasure, sat on his shoulder, and said.

Bai Xiaoshu gave her a roll of his eyes: "You can see it again." ”

"Well, from the throbbing in your heart, I can feel that you still have feelings for her." Angela grinned and replied.

All right.

Bai Xiaoshu had forgotten that this thing could peek into his own thinking.

"Why do you say she's good?" Bai Xiaoshu asked.

Because when she said 500,000, what was revealed in her eyes was not a desire for money. To put it bluntly, she is not greedy for the 500,000. ”

Kindness?

Bai Xiaoshu was a little strange: "Since she doesn't like money, why does she still use money...... Trade? ”

In his opinion, the feelings that can be bought with money, or relationships, are all transactions.

"I don't know about this, and I haven't deposited it on her, so I can't see through her thoughts." Angela paused and reminded him, "You can, ask her." ”

Bai Xiaoshu smiled: "Okay, then wait for me, go earn another 300,000, and make up enough 500,000 to ask her." ”

Obviously, Zhou Tong should have some difficulties.

But for Bai Xiaoshu, his own affairs have not been sorted out yet, so it is naturally impossible to meddle in Zhou Tong's affairs.

……

took a taxi and soon came to He Weiwei's home.

Before entering her house, Bai Xiaoshu's mood became inexplicably nervous.

Although he and He Weiwei had gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau before, Bai Xiaoshu just had a fun attitude and just gave it a try, deep down in his heart, he didn't really think that He Weiwei would be his wife.

But now it's different.

The phone call was made by He Juwei, the orders of his parents, and the words of the matchmaker, since ancient times, have been the most direct way to prove marriage.

Even in modern society, isn't that a dowry of hundreds of thousands of dollars for a car or a house at every turn?

Only when the dowry is given and the father-in-law and mother-in-law agree, can the daughter-in-law and children be brought back.

Therefore, He Juwei's phone call, and the matter between him and He Weiwei, can be said to be ironclad, and Bai Xiaoshu will naturally be nervous.

After tidying up his clothes, Bai Xiaoshu coughed and rang the doorbell.

There was a soft thud, and the door opened.

Standing at the door was He Weiwei.

Seeing Bai Xiaoshu, He Weiwei's face turned slightly red: "You are very fast." How did you put on makeup today? ”

Makeup?

Bai Xiaoshu smiled, remembering that he had eaten the Big Root Ghost Pill, and his body had undergone some changes, and even He Weiwei had noticed it.

"No makeup." Bai Xiaoshu whispered in a thief's voice: "When we turn around, we will get along, and you will know the reason." ”

"Phew." He Weiwei understood what Bai Xiaoshu meant, her face turned red, and she spat on him: "Come in, my dad is waiting for you." ”

Bai Xiaoshu looked up at the living room and asked in a low voice, "Your father, what kind of evil style is smoking?" ”

"You're just smoking the wind." He Weiwei pushed him: "Go in, you'll know when you go in." ”

Bai Xiaoshu walked in cautiously, turned the entrance at the door, and looked at it.

I saw that on the sofa in the living room, there were four people sitting in the main and secondary categories.

In addition to He Juwei, there are two men and one woman.

One of them, a man and a woman, dressed in straight suits, the man is in his thirties, and the woman is in her twenties, both of them are dressed professionally.

Next to He Juwei sat a man in his fifties who looked almost the same age as He Juwei, wearing a silk Tang costume, with his hair tied back in a bunch, a short beard, and a string of wooden beads on his wrist, quite the temperament of an old artist.

Bai Xiaoshu's probe, the four of them all found him.

"Xiaobai, are you here, come on." He Juwei beckoned to him.

Bai Xiaoshu took a breath, walked over, and nodded: "Uncle He is good." ”

"Come, Xiaobai, let me introduce you."

He Juwei looked at the man dressed in Tang costume beside him and introduced: "This is my good friend, Ouyang Yue, I told you before." ”

Ouyang Yue?

Bai Xiaoshu remembered that He Juwei had told him before that the reason why he was able to survive until now was all thanks to the help of a friend, who was said to be a warlock who sought good fortune and avoided evil, and his name was Ouyang Yue.

Fellow travelers.

In a way, Ouyang Yue can be regarded as a cultivator.

Bai Xiaoshu immediately nodded to Ouyang Yue, and the eyes of the two collided at the same time.

Ouyang Yue's eyes narrowed slightly: he was on Bai Xiaoshu's body, although he didn't perceive the fluctuations of the cultivators, he could detect Bai Xiaoshu's specialness.

The young man in front of him is very strange.

Obviously he doesn't know spells, he is a chick, but there is an incomparably powerful aura hidden in his body, which makes people naturally feel afraid just by touching a little bit.

"These two people, from the Justice Center and the law firm, have come to give us a testimony so that they can have legal effects."

Impartiality and lawyers?

Bai Xiaoshu was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what He Juwei meant.

"Vivi." He Juwei opened his mouth and shouted: "You can come in too." ”

Hearing her father's words, He Weiwei also walked in.

"That's right." He Juwei didn't ink either, and immediately got down to business: "After experiencing this incident, I have a feeling of sudden enlightenment. Therefore, I decided to go to Zhongnan with Brother Ouyang to live in seclusion. ”

"Seclusion?" Bai Xiaoshu and He Weiwei cried out in surprise at the same time.

Obviously, they were the only ones present, and they were still in the dark.

"That's right, seclusion." He Juwei nodded: "All the property in my name, including Weiye Real Estate Company, is left to Weiwei free of charge, inherited by her, and dominates everything." ”

This......

Bai Xiaoshu's first thought was: This old man plans to run away!

But soon, he thought of another thought: He Juwei left all his industrial belongings to He Weiwei, so that he and He Weiwei became married, didn't he say that he "ate soft rice" in disguise?

I rely on it, labor and management are a rich second generation, although they are the rich second generation in the underworld, but at least they are worth 300 million yuan, shouldn't I be the CEO, marry Bai Fumei, and sing every night and sing every day drunk and dreaming of death, why did all of a sudden, become a soft eater?

The script isn't arranged like this, is it?!

(Author: If you want to eat soft rice, you will eat it, believe it or not, this will take your Netherworld Treasure?) Make you a poor ghost. ）

(Bai Xiaoshu hurriedly begged for mercy: The author spares his life, what you say is what, this soft rice, it's really fragrant, bring me ten more bowls!) ）