Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Comments that appeared early on Chapter 12

When the taxi arrived at the door, Li Ping yelled that he was hungry all the way, and the two of them didn't go upstairs, but went directly to the small noodle shop in front of the door.

Lin Zhihui spent the whole morning on an empty stomach, and felt that he was so hungry that he could swallow a cow, so he simply ordered two large bowls of noodles and added eggs.

When he sat down to eat, Lin Zhihui thought, the taste of this noodle restaurant is mediocre, but its advantage lies in the large portions. Given the appetite of him and Li Ping, one bowl can fill you up, which is economical and affordable.

10 minute later.

Lin Zhihui sat silently at the table, looking at Li Ping who was engrossed in eating, speechless.

Next to Li Ping, there were five or six empty bowls piled up. Fortunately, it was already past meal time, and they were the only guests in the small noodle restaurant, so there were no crowds watching.

"Boss, let's have another bowl." Li Ping slurped down the noodles in his hands, drank up the soup with the bowl in hand, and shouted to the chef.

Lin Zhihui wiped the sweat from his head, looked at Li Ping, who was glowing red, and secretly lamented that the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and leaf had such an effect, probably because repairing the damaged Achilles tendon required a lot of energy, so Li Ping turned into a super Big eater.

"Ah! I'm finally full." It wasn't until the No.12 bowl of noodles was eaten that Li Ping was willing to put down the bowl, belched two times in satisfaction, stretched his arms and shook his head, looked at Lin Zhihui energetically and said, "I feel that I Already resurrected with full blood."

"The resilience of single-celled organisms really shouldn't be underestimated." Lin Zhihui nodded perfunctorily, lifted the backpack on the ground with one hand, and patted his trouser pocket with the other: "If you continue to eat, I will leave you here to wash the dishes to pay off the debt. "

Li Ping scratched his head, he didn't expect that he could eat so much, he didn't think about anything else just now, he just felt hungry, Lin Zhihui came over and reached out to help him, but Li Ping waved his hand and refused.

"I wasn't seriously injured before, but now that I've had enough to eat and drink, I don't feel any pain anywhere." Li Ping kicked his legs, jumped up and down twice, and spread his hands at Lin Zhihui, which meant: "Look, I They can jump and jump.”

Lin Zhihui knew that the Millennium Ganoderma lucidum was effective, but he didn't stop Li Ping from showing off. He also got a joking mood, put the meal money on the table, and raised his chin at him: "Is it all right? I'm really all right, let's go two step."

Li Ping also seemed to be in a good mood, and laughed loudly: "Take two steps and take two steps. Now I can not only walk, but I can also jump." Speaking exaggeratedly, he jumped out of the door and ran upstairs in a hurry.

"With such vigor, it's not the millennium Ganoderma lucidum, but the ten thousand-year ginseng." Lin Zhihui shook his head amusedly, and walked out of the restaurant with his backpack in his hands.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, there was a sudden roar of an engine behind him, which was particularly loud in the quiet street in the afternoon.

Lin Zhihui turned his head to look, and saw a black car with smooth lines galloping towards him, and it stopped suddenly less than five meters away from him, and there was a scene in front of the front of the "Don't touch me" car. dust.

The person in the car honked the horn twice, opened the door and got out, snapped his fingers at Lin Zhihui, and said hello arrogantly: "Xiao Linzi."

Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched and he glanced up and down before recognizing that the bald man in front of him, wearing a crisp suit and slicked-back hair, turned out to be Li Ping's third uncle.

"Third Uncle." Lin Zhihui nodded in greeting. No matter what, he doesn't get any money now, and lives in other people's house for nothing. Without Third Uncle's help, he and Li Ping would have to live on the streets.

But Lin Zhihui also felt a little strange. Although he had only met Uncle Li Ping a few times, he could tell that the other party's financial conditions were not very good, and he didn't pay much attention to clothing. Wuling Hongguang, which doesn't sound anything except the horn, is not a luxury car that looks tall at first glance.

"I heard that Pingzi was injured? You young people are frizzy and not stable at all." The third uncle took a few big bags from the car in the tone of an elder, walked over and stuffed them directly into Lin Zhihui's hands , step upstairs.

It's really invisible.

Lin Zhihui was slightly shaken by the bag in his hand, and looked at the exposed packaging bag, which looked like a health care product sold in a supermarket. The third uncle had already entered the house, so he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate with his backpack on his shoulders and carry the bag up. Walk.

In the room, Li Ping seemed to have lost his excitement, and was sitting on the bed to rest, the flush on his face had receded, his face was still sweating, and he looked like he was in pain. When Lin Zhihui entered, the third uncle was pulling Seeing his concern, he asked a few words, and when he found out that there was nothing serious, the third uncle let out a sigh of relief: "Let me just say, you are a lucky person, even if you get hurt a little, you will recover soon."

Li Ping just smirked, the third uncle was out of kindness and went to visit the sick, he couldn't say that he was just running a marathon now, and it wasn't a problem, he could only nod and shake his head in agreement, and didn't dare to say anything else.

The third uncle sent a message, like a general reviewing soldiers, and patted Li Ping on the shoulder: "You are not only lucky, but also my lucky star. The third uncle has been tossing about in that broken Internet cafe for several years. You have only been here for a few days. Someone offered a high price to take over, and thanks to you, Third Uncle turned over right away."

Lin Zhihui put several large bags of health care products on the ground, and his heart moved when he heard this: "I passed by yesterday and saw the construction in the Internet cafe from a distance, and thought I was wrong."

"That's right." The third uncle said with a smile when he heard the words: "The Al-Qaeda Group knows that the Internet cafe was bought by their company. They said it was going to build a national chain project, but I don't know the specifics." Looking at the third uncle as if thinking of something, he said casually: "By the way, the person who came out to negotiate with me was the guy who was making trouble in the Internet cafe. I didn't believe it at first. If he didn't just slap the cash in front of me, I would Almost missed the opportunity to make a fortune."

Lin Zhihui knew in his heart that all of this happened because of that red thread. If he was Ye Yiyi, his precious daughter suddenly fell in love with a penniless guy, his first reaction would be to find a way to make him disappear.

However, although he has not achieved much now, it is not certain whose loss it is.

"This is the tonic that Uncle San bought for you." Uncle San was frothing, pointing to the health care products on the ground and said to Li Ping: "You can take care of it at ease, and when your injury recovers, you will continue to work with Uncle San. I can't lose you."

After making another promise, the third uncle stayed for almost an hour before walking away with general steps.

I didn't realize that the third uncle was quite the demeanor of a Tang monk. The two of them talked together for a long time, but they both felt dry mouth, buzzing in the head, and no desire to speak. Holding the mobile phone to brush the game, Lin Zhihui drank two glasses of water, feeling much more awake, pulled out the chair and sat in front of the computer, opened the webpage and logged in to the Chuangdian page.

After looking at the number of clicks, it was still a pitiful two-digit number. Just as Lin Zhihui was about to directly enter the author's background, he glanced at the comment area and found that there was an extra comment. When he saw the reader ID, he was taken aback.

(End of this chapter)