Young Master Gu, your wife's vest has fallen off again

One is masculine and decisive, and the other is scheming.

Zhong Fuhong is really not necessarily Wang Jianshan's opponent.

"Oh, I want to tear myself apart with Wang Jianshan..."

Zhong Fuhong shook his head helplessly, hesitant to speak, all the evidence points to Wang Jianshan, and Zhong Fuhong is willing to believe it.

It's just that I always feel that things are going too smoothly, which is a bit scary.

"Does Patriarch Zhong want to wait until the last piece of evidence is found?"

Zhong Louyu frowned inadvertently. Zhong Fuhong, an old guy, is really not easy to fool around. He is still suspicious at this time. If it were someone else, he would have brought him to Wang Jianshan.

"Well, give him some time in the end. If he is still like this, I will do it directly."

Zhong Fuhong glanced at the white-haired old man standing beside him. The white-haired old man had been reminding him to act cautiously.

He couldn't trust anyone between Zhong Louyu and Wang Jianshan.

This is what the white-haired old man told Zhong Fuhong, and Zhong Fuhong has always been dubious.

"Patriarch Zhong, you are not afraid..."

Mo Lao stood aside and looked at Zhong Fuhong, he couldn't help but secretly scolded him for being useless, he raised his hand and was about to say something.

"Hehe, if that's the case, then fine."

Zhong Louyu glanced at Mr. Mo, and directly interrupted what he was going to say next. This is Zhong Fuhong's business, and they can't act too hastily, so as not to arouse his suspicion.

Mo Lao knew it, and put his hand down before he raised it.

"Patriarch Zhong, if you need help, just ask."

Zhong Louyu stood up slowly. Since Zhong Fuhong said that he would wait for a while, he could only figure out a way by himself. No one was in a hurry, and it was useless for him to be anxious.

Mo Lao stood aside and raised his hand politely.

"Hmm, brother Zhong, don't worry, if there is anything that needs help, I will definitely go to Brother Zhong."

Zhong Fuhong stood up and cupped his hands at Zhong Louyu. He was tired of hearing these polite words.

"Hehe, if that's the case, then I'll take my leave first."

Zhong Louyu took a deep look at Zhong Fuhong, and already had a plan in mind.

Before Zhong Fuhong could react, Zhong Louyu waved at Mr. Mo, and the two walked directly outside the villa.

Zhong Fuhong stood there watching Zhong Louyu's disappearing figure.

"call."

Zhong Fuhong sat down on the sofa again.

"My lord, this clock tower is so strange."

The white-haired old man looked at the two figures in confusion. Did they come here specially to talk about these unimportant things?
"Hmph, Zhong Louyu is not comparable to ordinary people. This young man's thoughts are difficult to figure out."

Zhong Fuhong sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, and he didn't understand what Zhong Louyu said to him today.

Could it be that he came to surrender?

It's impossible. Who is Zhong Louyu? He doesn't need Zhong Fuhong's protection at all.

"Oh, master, I think Zhong Louyu must have a plan for coming here today, but we didn't give him the answer he wanted."

The white-haired old man sighed. He had just stood beside Zhong Fuhong without speaking, and had been watching Zhong Louyu's every word and deed.

He found that the young man didn't show any flaws when facing Zhong Fuhong, let alone his words and deeds.

It's like a piece of ice, just sitting there quietly, making people unable to figure it out.

"Old Li, you mean..."

Zhong Fuhong couldn't help but glanced at the white-haired old man, and an idea popped into his mind.

"No, this is just my guess. It's normal for him to offer to help us deal with Wang Jianshan. After all, it's good for him to lose an unsightly person in the family."

The white-haired old man waved his hand, he was just skeptical, but he really didn't know if it was really what he thought.

I hope it's not what I think, if it is, it will be terrible, they have no chance to deal with Zhong Louyu at all.

"Uh-huh."

Zhong Fuhong nodded noncommittally, Zhonglouyu is a mountain, a huge mountain that they cannot cross.

"Well, let it be, if Zhong Louyu is really willing to help us, we can also lend his hand."

Zhong Fuhong sighed, since Zhong Louyu was willing to help them, they would naturally be willing, at least it was better than dealing with Wang Jianshan by themselves?

"Well, sir, proceed with caution."

The white-haired old man stroked his beard with a look of regret.

Zhong Fuhong sat on the sofa, feeling a little uneasy. The appearance of Zhong Louyu seemed to have sounded a wake-up call for him.

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"Master, what is this old guy Zhong Fuhong doing? Our intentions are so obvious, but he still can't see it?"

Mr. Mo sat in the car with an annoyed look on his face. He really couldn't understand what Zhong Fuhong was doing. Zhong Louyu personally said to help them, but it was fine if they didn't take the robbery, but he refused.

Ordinary people beg Zhong Louyu for help, but he still doesn't help.

"I really don't know how to flatter."

Mo Lao cursed secretly, it was Zhong Fuhong's attitude that really stimulated him.

"Hehe, don't be angry, Mr. Zhong, that old fellow Zhong Fuhong is still paying attention to other things."

Zhong Louyu chuckled, looked at Mr. Mo's expression of displeasure, and patted him on the shoulder lightly. The reason why Zhong Fuhong did this was not because of Wang Jianshan.

Of course, there is also the reason of the white-haired old man. After so many days of observation, Zhong Louyu has a deeper understanding of the two old guys, Zhong Fuhong and Wang Jianshan.

Wang Jianshan, I have to say that this old guy is indeed a veteran, and he has worked hard to this point by himself.

Zhong Fuhong is also a powerful party, but he lacks some strategies, but the white-haired old man who has been standing beside him, that is, his housekeeper, has been following him to give him advice.

"Oh? That guy still has the time to pay attention to other things?"

Mo Lao raised his eyebrows, when is this, and he is still thinking about other things?

"Hehe, after all, he is not a cat or a dog."

Zhong Louyu stroked the ring on his hand, and he could see that Zhong Fuhong was not simple, but it didn't affect anything, since they were unwilling to do it, then force them to do it.

"Hmph, a bunch of troublesome guys."

Mr. Mo snorted coldly, and he was talking about Wang Jianshan and Zhong Fuhong. If they weren't in the way, Mr. Zhong Louyu and Mr. Mo would have returned to China long ago.

Mo couldn't get used to the food here for a long time, and he was tired of eating bread all day long.

It's not as good as the Luomo rolled green onions at home.

Thinking of this, Mo Lao couldn't help swallowing, he was really hungry.

"Old Mo, why don't we go eat something?"