The stuffy oil bottle has been back for more than half a year, without the threat of the Wang family behind it, the old Jiumen is reorganized, and the new Jiumen is thriving under the strong return of the Zhang family and the stuffy oil bottle.

The Xie family stood up and announced that they were both prosperous and lossy with the Wu family, with Xiaohua's overt and covert support, the return of Wu Sanxing, Xie Lianlian, and Chen Wenjin's second generation, and the Huo family's mutual assistance in all links, the Wu family can run even if Wu Xie does not come forward, and there is no need to worry about it at all.

Now the two of them live in the Xiling Seal Society next to the West Lake in Hangzhou, Wang Meng has been transferred to Changsha and become one of the backbones of the Wu family, just like Pan Zi back then, although he is not as good as the calm and experienced man, but following Wu Xie can be regarded as learning the fur, and Li Tuan is on the side to support, Wu Xie does not have to worry at all, he is bent on the stuffy oil bottle and lives an ordinary life at home.

The two of them went out early and returned late, opening a small shop, and the Zhang family seemed to be used to the days without a patriarch, and Zhang Haike was in charge of the overall situation, but when there were major festivals during the New Year's holidays, they came to ask the stuffy oil bottle to go through the motions, and they didn't communicate at other times.

Recently, Wu Xie felt that the stuffy oil bottle was a little strange, his eyes were not staring at the ceiling, but moving with his figure, such a transformation Wu Xie couldn't tell if it was good or not, and met his gaze several times, but the latter shook his head lightly, didn't say anything, and seemed to have become more stuffy than before.

Wu Xie tried to knock on the cap of the bottle, but if it was a stuffy oil bottle and didn't want to say it, no matter how hard he tried, he was still the same, and his eyes were faint and people couldn't understand what he was thinking.

Wu Xie is not in a hurry, he simply doesn't ask, he changes his tricks to make good food, and completely treats him as a bodhisattva, delicious, delicious, easy to wear, easy to use, if the stuffy oil bottle wants to fight, it doesn't matter what the fat man, black glasses, and Xiaohua are busy with, he must make up a team of luxury lineups, and even borrow the identity of Tuan Fei, mobilize the Zhang family, and make all aspects of logistics support arrangements. The next bucket has evolved into an outing, no matter how dangerous the fight, with this group of golden combinations, plus advanced science and technology assistance, everything is hand-to-hand.

After whitewashing, he deposited the money in Zhang Qiling's bank account, and said that it was for Zhang Qiling to save his wife's book, but every time he exchanged a white eyeball from the stuffy oil bottle, Wu Xie became more and more nervous.

There are already two properties under Zhang Qiling's name, one is the 10 million yuan left by the stuffy oil bottle to himself, and the fund management has been prepared before he comes back, the house is not big, just on the edge of the West Lake, at that time, Wu Xie was always afraid that he would miss him, so he told Wang Meng that if he found that the little brother came back, even if he used a strong one, he must be left behind.

The other place is one that Wu Xie has taken a fancy to in the past six months, also near the West Lake, after Patriarch Zhang personally watched the feng shui criticism and gossip, selected an excellent residence, a two-story small western-style building, facing north and south, transparent atmosphere, gathering the aura between heaven and earth.

"Wu Xie." A magnetic voice shouted.

Wu Xie wore a pair of black-framed glasses, raised his head from the account book where he had established a deposit for the stuffy oil bottle, glanced at the stuffy oil bottle suspiciously, and repeatedly made sure that the stuffy oil bottle's gaze fell on him, and then subconsciously asked, "Little brother, you called me?" ”