Figure Wang Zhongwang

Chapter 135 A Teardrop, A Bosom friend
Hu Hanshan left Sanbaozhai and Yanshui Villa.

Hu Xiaoluo, who was stupid and silly, took his wife and daughter back to his hometown.

Lost the throne of chairman, lost the throne of suzerain, but got the peaceful life of the family in the rural mountains of the hometown, who can comment on the gains and losses?
"Xiao Luo, you can't do this now, you have to wake up quickly, you are still young, there are many things waiting for you to do!"

Hu Hanshan asked Hu Xiaoluo to sit cross-legged, and poured qi into his back.

Can this wake up my precious son?

Hu Hanshan didn't know.

But at least it will make Hu Xiaoluo's spirit look normal and his eyes clearer.

A smile appeared on the corner of Hu Xiaoluo's mouth, enjoying the feeling of true energy running in his body.

"I want to practice!"

Hu Xiaoluo said softly.

"What? Say it again!"

Hu Hanshan's heart trembled, and he quickly confirmed it.

"I want to practice! I want to become the overlord of the universe! Haha!"

Hu Xiaoluo laughed out loud, as if he couldn't open his eyes.

Is this daydreaming?

But Hu Hanshan was still very excited.

How much he hopes that Hu Xiaoluo can cultivate and inherit his mantle.

Hu Xiaoluo has been soaked with the best medicinal materials since he was a child, and Hu Hanshan often washes his meridians and veins.

In this world, Hu Xiaoluo's body is the most suitable for cultivation.

However, when he grows up, he hangs out with Ai Xiaoai, often listens to Ai Xiaoai's new thoughts and ideas, looks down on Gu Wu, and has no intention of practicing.

"Do you really want to practice? Dad still wants to wait for you to get better and let you go to college?"

Hu Hanshan confirmed again.

After all, this is related to Hu Xiaoluo's future life path.

"I am the invincible overlord of the universe, do I still need to go to college? Hmph!"

Hu Xiaoluo opened his eyes, his eyeballs were blood red and shot out two red lights, shooting straight into the sky!
Hu Hanshan was taken aback, what's going on?

"Ah...ah...ah!"

Hu Xiaoluo felt that there was a huge energy in his body that needed to be vented, and he raised his head and roared three times to spit out the true energy in his body, only to feel more comfortable.

Inside his body lived the earth soul of Thanos.

He doesn't need this anger.

What he wants to cultivate is domineering!
After coming over for a while, Hu Xiaoluo's eyes returned to normal, but his body was unsteady, and Hu Hanshan hurriedly supported him.

"Dad! I was wrong before, now I will practice hard and take back everything we lost."

Hu Xiaoluo said a little weakly.

Hu Hanshan was so pleasantly surprised that he was about to shed tears.

"Okay! Just wake up! From here on, practice hard here. Dad will pass on his life's cultivation to you. I believe you will be better than Dad!"

Hu Hanshan patted Hu Xiaoluo on the shoulder and turned around.

A tear fell.

He didn't want his tears to fall in front of his son.

However, Hu Hanshan's wife and daughter saw him wiping his tears.

They were attracted by Hu Xiaoluo's shouting.

"Ruyan! Hurry up and make some good dishes. Your son is cured, let's celebrate!"

Hu Hanshan waved his hand and said loudly to his wife.

On the mountain, there are also manors.

It's just not as luxurious.

Although there are servants to take care of food and food, Hu Hanshan is very satisfied with his current state because he grows vegetables and raises fish by himself, and leads a self-sufficient life.

The most satisfying thing is Hu Xiaoluo's change.

He practiced ancient martial arts during the day and read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" at night, and his progress was very rapid.

The only thing that worried Hu Hanshan was that Hu Xiaoluo's eyes would occasionally turn red.

Is this a sign of insanity or something else?
However, Hu Hanshan believes that he is always by his son's side and will not let him have any accidents.

Yizun visited the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Center in person and saw that the booth layout had been completed, and he was full of confidence in this exhibition.

"This is Xu Yawen, a high-achieving student at Hong Kong International Communication University, who will be the host commentator of the exhibition."

Yi Zun introduced Xu Yawen to everyone.

"welcome!"

Xu Yawen, who is wearing a short red skirt and cheongsam, has snow-like skin and bright eyes and white teeth, just like a fairy coming out of a painting, which made the prototype teachers of Weimei company shine.

It was the first time Xu Bijun saw Xu Yawen, and she was amazed by this young, beautiful, and gentle college student.

"My name is Xu Yawen, I'm Yi Zun's junior high school classmate, and also his...friend.

Thank you for giving me an internship opportunity, I will try my best to complete the hosting work. "

After Xu Yawen finished speaking, she bowed deeply.

She originally wanted to say that she was Yi Zun's girlfriend, but this occasion felt inappropriate.

Not to mention the words "Yizun is my man" that are only said under special circumstances.

There was another burst of warm applause from everyone.

Xu Yawen's standard Mandarin broadcasting with a perfect accent has conquered everyone.

Everyone believed that this youthful, beautiful and elegant hostess would definitely add a lot to the exhibition.

One said: "Xu Yawen, familiarize yourself with these works and communicate more with Writer Mao. It will start tomorrow, everyone should make preparations."

The temporary meeting is over, and everyone is busy with their own work.

A group of models going to the airport to pick up Xu Yunmei, Liu Duoyan and the others left the exhibition center early.

Seeing Writer Mao, Xu Yawen was a little surprised.

Why does this uncle look a bit like a statue?

Although he wears a pair of brown glasses, his overall body shape and facial contours look like a statue in his 40s.

"Miss Xu, it's a pleasure to meet you. I admire the announcer the most, because I'm tone-deaf and can't speak Mandarin."

Writer Mao held Xu Yawen's white and tender hand and couldn't let it go.

Why does this beauty look so much like the wife who left me?

"You speak very well! It's just that the speed of speech is too fast, and everything is not clear or standard."

Xu Yawen withdrew her hand forcefully, thinking that this uncle was too "enthusiastic"!
But she would not blame Writer Mao for his abruptness at all.

For some reason, she has a natural affinity for this middle-aged uncle.

It's like seeing one.

"Miss Xu is really a master, she hits the nail on the head! It seems that I will learn more Mandarin from Miss Xu in the future. In this way, I invite you to dinner and talk about work while eating."

Writer Mao seemed to have met a bosom friend, but he didn't know where the courage came from, so he invited Xu Yawen to dinner.

For many years, he has lived alone. In his mobile phone, except for the phone numbers of the landlady and Street Sweeping Ahua, there is no other woman's contact information.

"It's a great honor, thank you!"

Xu Yawen nodded to Writer Mao and smiled.

Writer Mao looked at Xu Yawen's smiling face in a daze as if he had been hit by a body spell.

How many times has this smiling face appeared in dreams?
Her gentle eyes are so understanding, giving people warmth and strength!

Is she her?

"Writer Mao?"

Xu Yawen had to remind this weird uncle.

She was terrified by the uncle's hot eyes.

This writer doesn't look like a bad guy, why does he always have a "sexy" expression?
I heard that people who write books are a bit eccentric, it seems that we should be careful.

Xu Yawen bit her lip, a warning line was set in her heart.

(End of this chapter)