A little unpleasant, how much unpleasant?

Liu Maohe and Zheng Wenjiang were furious, and they ran to the farmers' market, beat Jin Xiang's whole family, regardless of gender, old and young, and smashed the store - obviously, there was no unpleasant quarrel between his mother and Jin Xiang's wife!

It should be, very unpleasant!

Moreover, it must have been the mother who suffered a big loss first!

Thinking of this, Wen Shuo's heart tightened suddenly, he lowered his head, and the stainless steel spoon stirred in the cup at a very slow speed.

The handle of the spoon is pinched tightly by two fingers, very tight!

Jin Xiang's heart was almost jumping out of his throat, and at this moment, he felt very clearly that there was an indescribable pressure emanating from Wen Shuo's body, completely enveloping him, and it seemed to isolate the air, making him feel depressed, depressed, and irritable, and suddenly he had the urge to spill coffee on Wen Shuo's face: "Fuck you, what kind of big tail eagle are you putting here? What can you do to Lao Tzu?!"

As soon as I thought about it, that uncomfortable feeling immediately disappeared.

Jin Xiang suddenly realized, it was not Wen Shuo who used some mysterious spell, but himself, too nervous, too scared!

Scare yourself yourself?!

At this moment, Wen Shuo raised his head to look at him, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, but a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he nodded lightly and said, "You say, I'll listen." ”

Jin Xiang's heart tightened, and the feeling just now seemed to come again.

He shook his head to sober himself up, while reassuring himself that he was fine, don't scare himself, even if Wen Shuo really knows how to use mysterious spells, it doesn't matter, he is sincere to talk about things, can he really be lawless?

Thinking about it this way, Jin Xiang's back was soaked with sweat at some point, sticky and uncomfortable. He picked up a face towel and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, although there was no direct conflict with Wen Shuo, there was no quarrel, and he did not witness Wen Shuo use an incredible mysterious spell, but at this moment, Jin Xiang already believed Liu Maohe's words in his heart, and he became more and more afraid, the young fat man in front of him.

After a little hesitation, Jin Xiang pretended to be calm and took a sip of coffee, and said, "Afterwards, I didn't want compensation, but also paid your mother a brand-new tricycle...... Well, I forgot to mention that the young men in the store at first pushed your mother's old tricycle and the scraps on it into the pit and burned it on impulse. ”

Wen Shuo's smile did not decrease, but he narrowed his eyes, and his gaze was like a sword.

Jin Xiang showed an apologetic look and said regretfully: "Of course, there was indeed a quarrel and pushing, and he moved. ”

Wen Shuo nodded, motioned to him with his eyes, and continued.

"I wasn't home that day, and if I had, I would never have allowed that to happen. Jin Xiang's expression was much calmer than just now - he is not a timid person, nor is he the kind of character who drags mud and water, since he has said this, it is nothing more than a matter of death or life, so at this moment, Jin Xiang recovered a little bit of the momentum of the big boss of the Xianrenqiao Farmers' Market, picked up the coffee and drank it slowly, and also gave Wen Shuo time to digest this matter and think about it.

Wen Shuo tilted his head slightly and said, "Finished?"

"That's it, that's it. Jin Xiang put down the cup, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly added: "Your mother is not injured, really, that is, she accidentally fell down by pushing and tearing, maybe, of course, the two sides will inevitably hit each other a few times in the chaos, but I promise, she doesn't even have a little scratch." ”

"Are you done?" Wen Shuo asked again.

Jin Xiang looked at Wen Shuo's expression that had become gloomy, the previous sense of fear hit again, he comforted himself very soberly, don't be afraid, say it well, this matter can be discussed, but the sober mind made him even more uneasy-why Liu Maohe is willing to be Wen Shuo's grandson, not ashamed but proud, as if he has taken advantage of what a big advantage; Wen Shuo, why is he putting on such a lofty posture in front of me......

"This time, my old Jin family is really embarrassed and embarrassed in the farmers' market!" Jin Xiang's mind was racing, and he said quickly: "You can call Liu Maohe, and call your mother to ask, really, I suffered such a big loss this time, when the police came to mediate, I still took the initiative not to pay a penny in compensation, but to compensate your mother for a tricycle." Shuo, in this matter, I am absolutely benevolent and righteous, and I have done everything I can, that is, I hope that we will not tie up between us, and I hope that you can ...... a lot."

Wen Shuo took a sip of fragrant coffee and said calmly: "Did Liu Maohe teach you this?"

"Yes, he taught it. Jin Xiang nodded in acknowledgement, and then quickly explained: "But he didn't say anything else, and I promise, I definitely didn't understand what he said, I just wanted to resolve grievances, this is not a deep hatred, our two families have no grievances in the past, and there is no enmity in the near future, just because of the collection of waste, there is some small unpleasantness, if you hold a grudge against each other, it is not necessary, and it is not worth it, right......?

"Alright, I got it. Wen Shuo exhaled deeply, gently drew circles on the table with his left ring finger, and said lightly, "You go back first." ”

"Shuo, then this matter ......" Jin Xiang was uneasy in his heart.

Wen Shuo's left hand was lightly clenched into a fist, raised it on the tip of his nose and rubbed it gently, his eyes looked at the coffee cup on the table calmly, he smiled, and said gently as if talking to himself: "As the old saying goes, killing people is not too much, you can come to the capital to talk to me, it shows that you are still very sincere, and a series of amend-up behaviors afterwards have been done quite well." In this way, I will probably have to take winter vacation before I can return to Shinonome, so it is still a long time, and I hope that when I return home, I can hear my mother persuade me to say a few good words for your whole family. ”

"Huh?" Jin Xiang said embarrassedly: "Shuo, do you think it's okay to give an accurate sentence? ”

"If you don't understand and don't know how to do it, go back to Liu Maohe and let him teach you. Wen Shuo waved his hand, his expression and tone remained absolutely calm, and said, "If you want a precise word, I'll give it to you now." ”

"Ah......" Jin Xiang was stunned.

"If you find that you can't meet the conditions I just said, when I return to Dongyun, you can prepare for your wife. ”

With that, Wen Shuo got up and left.

"You, what do you mean?" Jin Xiang trembled sharply, and suddenly felt that his body was empty, and he quickly fell into the endless abyss, he straightened his waist in fright, sat down hard, leaned back, and sweat beads rolled down his forehead.

When he finally woke up from his extreme fear, he found that Wen Shuo had long since disappeared, and the coffee shop was filled with soft and melodious music.

What to do?

What did Wen Shuo mean when he left?

What will he do?

And what can he do?

Jin Xiang couldn't help but feel an irrepressible anger in his heart, and suddenly swept the two cups of coffee on the table that had not been drunk, along with the cups, spoons, and plates, to the ground, not counting that, he got up and angrily smashed a few punches on the table.

This time I went to the capital in person, and I was full of sincerity!

Wen Shuo also recognized this.

However, this young but conceited and arrogant bastard didn't seem to take me Jin Xiang in his eyes at all, and arrogantly said such threatening and intimidating words, lawlessness, it was simply ...... It's too much of a deception!

Is it true that Jin Xiang is a grass chicken who can be wantonly humiliated?

Is it a rotten persimmon?!

But then, Jin Xiang sat on the sofa weakly, staring blankly at the weakly lit bull's-eye lamp on the ceiling.

He hadn't seen it with his own eyes, let alone personally comprehended Wen Shuo's mysterious spells, so there would be a trace of unwilling doubt in his heart, but Liu Maohe's abnormal words and deeds, Wen Shuo's lofty posture...... All of this made him dare not believe it, let alone try to comprehend the unspoken, but probable, or definite spell, because the price of comprehension is too great.

Who the can afford it?!

A waiter and the young owner of the coffee shop walked over quickly, but before they could open their questions, the customer, who was sitting on the sofa with empty eyes and a decadent expression, suddenly turned his head and glared at them: "What are you doing? Didn't you just drop two cups, didn't you just spill coffee on the ground?"

"Lao Tzu will pay you money!!"

As he spoke, Jin Xiang got up suddenly, took out a dozen hundred-yuan bills from his handbag, slammed them on the shopkeeper's face, and strode out.

No one stood in the way.

No one spoke.

The owner of the shop is a young man in his thirties, who can open a coffee shop in this place where every inch of land is valuable, he must have a certain ability and connections, and he is by no means a noodle owner who eats snot and drinks pus.

The hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the city of Sijiu, this kind of foreign accent, looking at the turtle who is obviously a nouveau riche dressed up, dares to act so arrogantly, the ghost knows how deep the Tao is in the capital, as the so-called more is better than less......

What's more, people have lost money?

It was nearly evening, and a misty drizzle shrouded the beautiful campus of Beijing University.

On May Fourth Avenue, umbrellas are like flowers, intertwined into a scene.

The fat man in the military training uniform walked slowly among the blooming umbrellas, not caring about the drizzle, and was a bit maverick - Lao Hantou said in his notes that the biggest role of the mystical method is not to be able to turn over the river and the sea and fly away, nor to control the ghosts and gods to kill people invisibly, but to create fear, to put it bluntly, it can hit a person's psychology to the greatest extent and torture a person's spirit.

So the fat man felt that he should have played the highest level of no tricks today......