Sun Yan was confused when he said this, seeing that Lao Zhangtou was sitting there holding his breath, he turned back, squatted down, patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Hey, uncle, what's wrong with you?" ”

Lao Zhangtou raised his eyelids and glanced at Sun Yan, and then gasped heavily.

"What did my dad do to make you unhappy, you told me to tell me that I would go to him."

"You?" The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Sun Yan carefully, and Sun Yan found that the old man's pupils were blue and faint, and a vicious gaze shot out of it, piercing the eyes. This stared at Sun Yan is back straight, and he couldn't hold it back.

After waiting for a while, Lao Zhangtou didn't speak, just stood up and muttered again: You have a virtue with your father, but it's not good! Then limped away.

Sun Yan turned his head to look at his rickety back in a daze, chuckled and shook his head, this simply made his second monk puzzled, what did Sun Qixiang do? Could it be that he played mahjong with Lao Zhangtou on the table and fished him out of the sea? But it's impossible, because Sun Qixiang is very boring, and he can't play mahjong at all.

However, Sun Yan didn't expect Lao Zhangtou's neuropathy to go to the Institute of Archaeology the next day.

At noon the next day, Sun Yan pedaled his bicycle across the small road, and at the fork in the road, he heard someone shouting in front of him, so he pedaled a few times, came to the gate of the institute, and caught a glimpse of two people arguing about something in front of the small building of the institute.

Sun Yan expected it, he parked the car at the gate, and walked through the forest path leading to the small building of the research institute, with the shadows of the trees above his head and the leaves rustling in the wind.

Walked in and took a look, it was really good, the person who shouted at the top of his throat was Lao Zhangtou, and the other person who stood next to him and was scolded by him was actually Zha Muque!

"Little bunny! You're not going to let me in! You won't let me in, will you? You won't let me in, will you? The old man's head and neck were stretched out, the green tendons on his face exploded, and his blue eyes bulged outward, staring straight at Zha Muque, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

He made three feints to rush forward in a row, but in the end he stopped with some scruples, and then glared at Zha Muque, who was standing aside, and shouted: You won't let me in, will you?!

Zha Muque did not stretch out his hand to stop him, but stared at Lao Zhangtou expressionlessly, and when he saw that Lao Zhangtou was unrelenting, he spit out lightly: "You better go back, the director is not in the institute now, if you want to make trouble, please go elsewhere to make trouble." ”

In one sentence, he gave Lao Zhangtou a crooked neck to roast chicken, and Lao Zhangtou's face turned red. Facing the big boy in front of him, who was more than 1.8 meters tall, even if Zha Muque didn't make any moves, it was enough to give Lao Zhangtou a certain deterrent.

"Eight calves! How old are you! When I was the captain of the production team, you weren't born yet! What the do you care about me, how old are you! I'm going to go in today, what can you do with me! Lao Zhangtou shouted these times obviously with some weakness, but he still took a step and rushed straight into the research institute.

Zha Muque suddenly pinched his shoulder from behind and said, "Please respect yourself!" ”

This pinch, the old man opened his head and grinned at the corners of his mouth, his body took a step back painfully, twisted his neck and saw Zha Muque grabbing his shoulder, he slapped him with his palm like a mosquito, only to hear a few crisp sounds of "pop"!

"You let me go! You're not a little daring! The old man opened his head and shouted noisily.

Cha Muque's eyes were fixed on him, and he had no intention of letting go at all.

"Hey! You fuck you! Lao Zhang's neck was crooked, and he turned around and punched and kicked Cha Muque, but his hands and feet were too short to reach him, and finally he had to scratch and scratch Cha Muque's arm.

"You can't let go! You can't let go! You let me go, you! ”

Cha Muque's arm saw a few blood marks after a while, he frowned, and as soon as he strained his hand, Lao Zhang's head squatted down in pain.

In the small building of the institute, several female researchers leaned on the windows on the second floor to watch the excitement, occasionally laughing a few times with "hehe", and the sound of silver bells broke the silence of summer.

When Sun Yan saw this scene, he scratched his neck helplessly, what kind of trouble is this? Who would have thought that this old man would come to the research institute to find his father! Could it be that Sun Qixiang really owes this old man money?

Sun Yan sighed, stepped forward and shouted, "Uncle, what are you doing here?" Are you really going to make trouble in broad daylight? ”

The two were stunned for a moment, looked back at Sun Yan, and a woman on the window on the second floor sneered: "Yo! Xiao Sun, I'm playing in the research institute again, you're really idle all day! ”

Sun Yan raised his head and waved at them, put one hand in his pocket, walked up the steps in a few steps, walked to the two and stopped, he patted Cha Muque's shoulder, and said, "Comrade, let him go first." ”

Zha Muque looked at Sun Yan and then at Lao Zhangtou, there was obviously concern in his eyes, but he still let go, and the blood flowed down his fingers and dripped on the ground.

Lao Zhangtou's hand was not light, Sun Yan saw that Zha Muque's little arm was scratched with flesh and blood, and he felt a little sorry in his heart, after all, Lao Zhangtou's fire was going to be spread on his father.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing here?" Lao Zhangtou rubbed his shoulder and asked timidly.

"Huh?" Sun Yan sneered, "Uncle, I still want to ask you?" What are you doing in my dad's unit? What did you say he did yesterday? Do you really have a deep hatred with him, so you have to come here to make trouble? ”

"It's none of your business, kids, don't talk nonsense!" Lao Zhang waved his hand, obviously a little impatient with Sun Yan's words.

"Sun Yan, do you know this person?" Zha Muque turned his head and asked coldly.

"Ah, it's acquaintance." Sun Yan smiled helplessly, "It's just to work together."

"Hurry up and take him away, don't let him make trouble here, we still have business to do." Zha Muque threw down a sentence, bypassed Lao Zhangtou and walked into the research institute.

"You give me a wait!" Old Zhang Tou suddenly shouted angrily, turned his head and glared at Zha Muque, "Boy, do you think I'm a psychopath?" ”

Zha Muque's stopped, squinted at him coldly, and did not answer.

"Okay! I don't go in! I'm just waiting here, you go in and help me Sun Qixiang call out, I have something serious to tell him! ”

Zha Muque's sideways look at Sun Yan, Sun Yan was stunned, and saw that this guy actually glanced at him, although it was not obvious, but the meaning was clearly saying: Get him away!

Sun Yan instantly felt that one head and two were big, what did this matter to him, he was just bored and slipped here on a bicycle, why did he have to be in this troubled water.

Turning his head, he saw that Lao Zhangtou looked like he would never give up if he didn't reach his goal, and he felt that he couldn't just let him go down, so he said in a consultative tone: "Uncle, he said that my father is not in the institute now, otherwise you go back today, and I will come back to find a time to ask him out alone, can you two go private?" ”

Lao Zhangtou knew that this was Sun Yan's delaying tactic, so he shook his hand, sat on the ground with a plop, crossed his legs, shook his head, and looked like a leper dog.

At this time, a red Ferrari drove in from the gate of the institute, drove slowly along the path to the entrance of the institute, and stopped on the side of the road.

Sun Yan has seen a lot of good cars, and at a glance he recognized that this car was this year's 09 Ferrari F430Sucderiacoupe manual automatic transmission, so he was curious to say who in the institute is so pompous.

From the window of the car, he saw a young man in a suit and sunglasses sitting in the driver's seat, with a very unfamiliar face. When the young man saw Sun Yan, he waved his hand at him very friendly, and then began to honk the horn wildly.