In this quiet night, Wenhua's shouting was particularly harsh, and Zhou Hao was afraid that no one would report them for disturbing the people, after all, in Zhou Hao's thoughts, the rich were very hypocritical.

The sound came and went as fast as it came, and it disappeared into the wilderness in just a few seconds. After Wen Hua shouted this, he also quieted down, and stood quietly in place, as if waiting for something. However, nothing else responded to him except the sound of birds flapping their wings frightened by his voice, and a few cries of owls.

"Whew-" A gust of night wind blew, and Zhou Hao, who was wearing thin clothes, shivered, and his mood was also very nervous, not knowing what would happen next.

After about a minute, Zhou Hao, who was nervous, obviously heard a strange sound coming from inside the gate, like the sound of the wooden door being opened, and just as he was about to speak, suddenly an equally loud shout came from inside the gate, "Dongfang Old Decay Ascending Dragon Residence-"

With this sound, a figure suddenly appeared on the side of the big iron gate, accompanied by the moonlight, Zhou Hao could still see a little clearly, the other party's face, it was a middle-aged man with stubble on his face, wearing pajamas, like a drunk who had just finished drinking.

"The room is not a good place!" The middle-aged man from the previous year glanced at everyone lightly, and then a fine light erupted in his sleepy-eyed eyes, and then he said, but this time the voice was much smaller, at least at least at the decibel level that everyone could hear.

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Wen Hua was not in a hurry, stepped forward, and replied in a relatively flat voice, "Everything can be returned!" ”

Zhou Hao looked at the conversation between these two people in a daze, and instantly felt as if he didn't understand Chinese at all, he didn't understand a sentence of what he said, what is "West Gate" and "East", what "living room" and what "Wanbo", this door has to recite ancient poems?

"No more asking, it's true!" After Wen Hua said the last sentence to the middle-aged man, he continued, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Holy! Huazi is really you, why aren't you dead yet? I thought someone was pretending to be you. The middle-aged man finally observed Wenhua, and he didn't find anything unusual, his face immediately changed, and he said a little excitedly, but what he said was a bit ridiculous, so he couldn't hope for something good!

"Not dead, still alive." Wenhua felt as if he was used to the other party's way of speaking, and he didn't have any emotions, just smiled slightly and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

After saying this, the two parties found that the other party was still standing opposite the iron door, and the middle-aged man smiled embarrassedly, so he began to pull the door latch, pulled the iron door open, and welcomed Wenhua and them in.

Although Zhou Hao is very introverted at home and almost never calls anyone, but now out of politeness, he also looked at the middle-aged man with a smile, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Hello uncle!" ”

It's the same, Yu Shutong looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes flickered and weighed for a while, and he also shouted, "Hello uncle!" ”

Seeing that Zhou Hao and them were so polite, the middle-aged man was also very happy, and responded to them one by one, but before he could finish responding, his face suddenly became very ugly, his eyes widened, and he said to Zhou Hao with a little anger, "Whose uncle do you see?" ”

"Ahem, he is from Nalan San, the owner of the black shop, and he is only twenty years old this year." Wen Hua was extremely embarrassed when he saw the scene, cleared his throat and explained to everyone, which was regarded as easing the atmosphere.

Hearing Wen Hua say this, Zhou Hao's eyes widened, and Fang Ying also blushed, the other party, a middle-aged man with a stubble face and a vicissitudes of life, was only twenty years old? Isn't it a little rushed? Of course, these thoughts were all thought about in Zhou Hao's heart, but he didn't dare to say it. Looking at Nalan Sanren's eyes, he was a little embarrassed.

Seeing Zhou Hao like this, Nalan Sanren also knew that the other party knew that he was wrong, and he didn't pursue it any further, so he turned around and walked to the house with a cold snort, Wen Hua was next to him, and the two of them walked while talking.

Coming in, Zhou Hao didn't dare to say anything, and quietly took Yu Shutong to follow behind, not wanting to listen to what Brother Sanren and Wenhua discussed.

Follow Nalan Sanren and walk all the way, less than five minutes to the main gate of the house, so at a glance, it is indeed two halves of the large wooden door, although it is a very simple material, for some reason, Zhou Hao feels that it is very majestic here.

"Please come in!" Although he was very unhappy with Zhou Hao, but Nalan Sanren still respected the friendship of the landlord, and invited everyone into the house with one hand, Zhou Hao was slightly embarrassed, nodded and went in, as soon as he entered it, Zhou Hao was blinded by the light, and the house was like walking in the day, and even, it was more dazzling than the day. The light in the living room was like a small sun, but it didn't feel the slightest heat.

Zhou Hao walked in it, and opened his mouth wide in surprise by the scene in front of him, he was so big, he had been to the most luxurious place that was Fang Ying's banquet, but what he saw now was how many times stronger than Fang Ying's family's luxury. However, in this luxurious space, Zhou Hao smelled a strange smell.

And obviously he is not the only one who can smell this smell, such as the scattered brother, he shrugged his nose, and also felt this strange smell, and then his face changed, and he shouted, "Linglong! Your bread is puree! Then he left Wenhua and ran into the room.

Soon after he left, a puff of black smoke wafted out of the house, and as the black smoke drifted out, the smell of mush became even stronger. Then, Zhou Hao saw a girl slowly walking down the spiral staircase in the middle of the room, rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning constantly.

The girl looked seventeen or eighteen years old, almost the same age as Zhou Hao Fangying, her face was significantly immature, her skin was snow-white, with the pink pajamas on her body, her skin was like agar, and she was holding a teddy bear half a person tall as her.

"What's wrong? Bread? What bread? The girl obviously hadn't woken up yet, and was talking in a daze as she went downstairs, and the whole person was in a daze.

"Why are you steaming bread and going to sleep again?" Hearing the girl's voice, the scattered brother also came out of the room that looked like a kitchen, with black ash on his face, and said angrily.

"Ahh My bread! The girl seemed to be directly awakened by the words of the scattered brother, and directly threw the teddy bear in her hand and ran to the kitchen, not noticing that there were still Zhou Hao and a group of people in the room.

Zhou Hao and the others looked at their farce with a funny face, and Wenhua even showed helplessness, as if this thing happened often.

After waiting outside for about five minutes, the scattered brother came out of the kitchen with the girl, and by this time he had already washed his face, except for some stains left on his clothes, and nothing else could be seen. And the girl was carrying a basin of black things, and followed behind the scattered brother with a sad face, as if she had been greatly wronged.