Chapter 132: What's wrong with your face

Morning.

Chu Jun got up and went downstairs, and was stunned for a moment.

The first one to go downstairs every day must be Mo Qiuyan, who will sit on the sofa and read a magazine elegantly.

This is a fixed picture of the goddess villa that has not been thundered in the past two years.

After she was busy in the kitchen for a long time, until the usual most procrastinating Baili tassel walked down in a daze, Mu Qingyu and Mo Qiuyan had not yet gone downstairs.

She was about to beckon the Baili Tassel, who was in a daze on the sofa in the living room, to go upstairs to take a look, when a guy with a band-aid on his head poked his head out sneakily.

Baili Tassel was lying down to apply a mask, so frightened that the mask fell to the ground, and then shouted angrily:

"Xiaozhuang, what are you doing? You scare me in the morning, you pay me a mask. ”

Zhuang Bi wants to cry without tears.

Last night......!

Forget it, don't mention the past, there are too many ups and downs in life.

"Dead girl, what the hell, be quiet, there's a cucumber in the kitchen, post it yourself."

Chu Jun ran out of the kitchen to take a look, and suddenly his small mouth opened wide, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Zhuang Bi in disbelief:

"You...... Your face...... What the hell is going on? ”

Zhuang Bi smiled a little embarrassedly, but the wound on his face hurt for a while:

"Sister Jun, don't ask, I asked because I went downstairs in the middle of the night last night to look for food, and accidentally fell down the stairs."

Baili Tassel suddenly felt a sense of finding a confidant in the same way:

"Oops, me too, I fell several times, Xiaozhuang, did you fall badly? Why put on a band-aid? ”

Chu Jun laughed and scolded in a low voice angrily, and his face was still slightly red.

Do you want to use such an excuse?

It was clear that she understood everything.

But she can't ask more, after all, this kind of thing, asking more than half a sentence, it seems too ambiguous.

It's just that she can't help but wonder what happened last night.

Could it be ......!

Oops, not for children.

Bah!

Chu Jun, what do you want?

"Xiaozhuang, don't say it, it looks like this, your style is really good, a bit of performance art style, I want to take a photo with you."

Baili Tassel forgot about the mask, and jumped up to take a photo with Zhuang Bi, which scared Zhuang Bi all over the house.

Chu Jun couldn't help but cover his mouth and smile:

"I'm too lazy to take care of you, I'll cook."

All of a sudden, chickens and dogs jumped in the living room.

Zhuang Bi is so angry.

Picture?

Fit the fart.

He was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

Baili Tassel is not so stupid, this girl is actually very smart, and she has long understood how Zhuang Bi's face full of band-aids came from.

Xiaozhuang must have climbed Sister Qingyu's bed in the middle of the night, but he didn't take advantage of it, and he was scratched into a flower-faced cat.

The idea of Band-Aid can cover up the wound, but it can't hide Xiaozhuang's turbulent heart.

At breakfast time, the atmosphere was very eerie.

Mr. Mu had a cold face all the way downstairs, and the last one to come down was actually Mo Qiuyan, she was also in a bit wrong today, her eyes were fluttering, and she was always lost.

Chu Jun kept holding back a smile, but the hundred miles of tassels didn't care about this, a pair of Kazlan's big eyes, sparkling, looking at Zhuang Bi for a while, looking at Mu Qingyu for a while, and glancing at Mo Qiuyan from time to time.

This meal is simply tormenting.

Zhuang Bi couldn't help it, slapped his chopsticks on the table, and said depressedly:

"What do you see? Don't let people eat? ”

"Giggle......!"

The first to hold back was Chu Jun, she climbed onto the table directly with a smile, her shoulders shrugged, and she probably laughed with tears in her eyes.

Mr. Mu's silver teeth were crushed, and Sister Qiuyan's toes were clenched.

Baili Tassel also laughed loudly, but reached out and hit Chu Jun on the shoulder:

"Sister Jun, what are you laughing at? Speak up and let us all be happy together? ”

Zhuang Bi gritted his teeth, he could only turn his grief and anger into food, and buried his head in eating wildly.

After eating, Zhuang Bi went upstairs with a snort, cleaned up, and didn't go downstairs, but jumped directly from the window on the third floor.

Downstairs, Mr. Mu was still waiting for Assistant Zhuang to drive her to work.

Waiting left and right for no one to come down, Mr. Mu went upstairs angrily.

Pushing open the door and finding that there was no one in the room, I called again, but I didn't answer.

Mr. Mu is so angry.

It's just off the charts, do you dare not answer the boss's call when you are an assistant?

Zhuang Bicai doesn't care about this.

He swaggered out of the community, walked along the road and walked far away, and then stopped a taxi.

"Master, go to the Providence Community in the urban village."

More than an hour later, he came to the place.

Walk into the community from the basement garage entrance, then drive upstairs and knock on the door.

It was a young man who opened the door.

When he saw each other, Zhuang Bi had a smile in his eyes.

The other party was also looking at Zhuang Bi and scolded in a low voice:

"What are you doing, horse-stepping? Makeup joints? You bastard, you don't go to the old man to talk yourself, but you encourage the old man to go, and the old man scolds me well. ”

Zhuang Bi grinned:

"Lao Xia, what is our relationship? Brother, if you are scolded, it is equivalent to me being scolded, what about things? ”

A trace of anger flashed in Xia Changqing's eyes, and he immediately closed the door.

The first time Zhuang Bi entered the room, he fell on the narrow box in the living room.

"My good baby, I can be regarded as getting it, Lao Xia, hard work."

Xia Changqing smiled bitterly and complained:

"I can tell you, this is a temporary loan, and I have to pay it back after using it, Lao Tzu is the guarantor, you won't cheat me, right?"

Zhuang Bi Hanger Lang said:

"How could I fool you? We are brothers! You tell me? ”

Xia Changqing raised a middle finger at him:

"Get out."

Zhuang Bi reluctantly took his eyes back from the big gun, and then sat on the sofa with his butt, wanting to laugh, but he touched the scars on his face, and grinned in pain.

Xia Changqing couldn't help but be stunned:

"What's wrong with your face?"

Zhuang Bi snorted:

"It's nothing, I accidentally fell downstairs."

Xia Changqing couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Do you need to use your feet downstairs?

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, there is something I want to tell you, Huang Ruhai deviated from the plan."

Zhuang Bi's eyes narrowed slightly, and then slowly leaned back on the sofa.

The plan for the royal family began long before Zhuang Bi knew his background.

Even, this is a plan that originated fifty years ago.

This plan, the royal is just one part of it.

Of course, this link, because he became the heir of the Heavenly Palace, became extremely special.

In fact, no matter how powerful the royal family is in the world, in front of the Guwu Sect, there is only one ending.

Vulnerable.

Of course, behind the royal family stood the Star Sect.

In other words, the Star Sect stood secretly.

And because of something a hundred years ago, the Star Sect couldn't blatantly stand for the royal platform.

However, the royal card is something that Xingzong must play.

Because no matter how ambitious the Star Sect is, it must also use the royal family to manage everything in the world for it.

When you leave the royal family, where do you go to find a good slave with such a foundation?

The relationship is extremely complicated, but for Zhuang Bi, it is very simple.

Before he knew his background, this was the task entrusted to him by the state.

This is a national feud.

After knowing his life experience, there is more family hatred.

The hatred of the country and the family, just do it, what else to say?

Huang Ruhai deviated from the old man's plan, so, what are the variables?

In Zhuang Bi's mind, two words came to mind.

Abandon the church!