Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Su Chen heard the conversation coming from the teahouse, laughed for a while, and soon started studying the divine power again.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it's time for lunch again.

Su Chen calmed his mind and was about to stand up and go home when he instinctively raised his head.

In the window on the second floor opposite, an eye was staring at him curiously.

Seeing him looking at her, the eyes blinked and then slowly disappeared.

Su Chen: “…”

Although he had no ill will towards me, I felt somewhat uncomfortable seeing him peeping at me all the time.

No matter what, I have to keep you here to have a good chat next time.

Having made up his mind, Su Chen turned around and walked towards the backyard of the teahouse. After taking two steps, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Master Su, Master Su."

Su Chen turned around curiously.

The person who came was a man in his forties. He looked familiar and should be someone who lived nearby.

He probably ran too fast. When he saw Su Chen turn around and see him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped. He supported himself on his knees and took several breaths before walking over.

"Master Su, I..."

"Don't be in a hurry. Take your time."

Old Song walked out of the teahouse out of curiosity. When he saw him, he frowned and said, "Is it you, Zhuang Xu?"

Zhuang Xu smiled at him with a dry laugh: "Uncle Song."

"What do you want to see Taoist Su about?"

Zhuang Xu said shyly: "I took the child to visit the grave this morning, and she had a fever when she came back. No medicine worked, so I thought maybe she had lost her soul..."

Old Song immediately became furious.

"How old is your Xiaoyu? Is she less than two years old? Do you have any brains to take such a young child to visit the graves?"

"Uncle Song, you're right, but my mother doesn't believe it. She insisted on bringing me, you know, I..."

Old Song rolled his eyes and waved his hands in disgust.

"Okay, stop talking."

He didn't give Zhuang Xu any face at all, and turned to complain to Su Chen: "This kid's wife gave birth to a daughter at first, and her mother asked him to divorce and give the child to the woman, saying that he should get married again and have a son, so that he can have both a son and a daughter."

"He listened to me, divorced, remarried, gave birth to a daughter, and divorced again... He went through this four or five times."

Zhuang Xu explained in a low voice: "Just four times."

"Uncle Song, I have only been married four times, not five times."

Old Song glared at him: "What's the matter, are you still proud?"

Zhuang Xu laughed dryly and scratched his head: "My colleagues admire me very much."

"All your old colleagues have been promoted, why are you still squatting there?"

Zhuang Xu smiled innocently: "I'm stupid, so I must be very lucky to be able to enter the company. Besides, it's pretty good for me. I know everyone in the company, and they turn a blind eye. I can sneak home during work."

Old Song was furious: "You're so proud of being lazy, aren't you?"

Zhuang Xu waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no."

He pleaded again cautiously.

"Uncle Song, can you please stop talking about me? The child is feeling very uncomfortable, and I'm afraid it will be too late to suffer."

Old Song snorted.

"You said you would lose your soul? Taoist Su..."

Su Chen: "He is contaminated with Yin Qi, so this is possible."

Old Song glared at Zhuang Xu and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and lead the way. How can Taoist Su know where your home is?"

"Oh, Master Su, this way."

Old Song watched them walk away, then he sighed and walked into the teahouse with a headache.

Song Anhui was curious: "Mr. Song, is Zhuang Xu's family quite rich?"

"Not as good as the best, but better than the worst."

Song Anhui suddenly realized: "No wonder his mother wanted him to have more children."

"Just like our family, we can't wait to give birth to a football team. As long as there is a smart child, the family will continue to prosper."

Old Song waved his hands: "How can it be compared with your family? His mother simply favors boys over girls. It's a pity that the more people want something, the less they get it."

"Xiaoyu is a girl?"

Old Song nodded: "His third wife was infertile."

Song Anhui gave a thumbs up: "Then I guess they will get divorced soon, right?"

"Who knows? We are too lazy to talk about their family's mess."

As we were chatting, two people came outside.

Old Song was stunned for a moment, and as soon as he got out he asked, "You two...did money really fall from the sky?"

After saying that, his eyes were glued to the brothers' new clothes and new leather shoes.

Upgrading from a musket to a cannon.

When you haven't seen someone for three days, you really need to look at him with new eyes.

After putting on new clothes and getting a new hairstyle, he was almost unrecognizable.

The people who came were the Song Lecong brothers.

Both of them had smiles on their faces.

The difference is that Song Lecong's brother smiles very restrainedly, while Song Lecong's smile is a bit mean.

"Could what Taoist Su said be wrong?"

"Old man, you don't know..."

He was hit hard on the forehead.

"Why are you calling me old man? That's rude. Call me grandpa."

Song Lecong rubbed his head aggrievedly.

He didn't lose his temper, but continued with a smile: "Grandpa, you don't know, my brother fell asleep in a daze when he got home, and I knocked on the door for a long time, but I almost missed it."

Old Song asked the two to go in and talk.

When Song Lecong saw Xi Meng, his eyes lit up and he quietly touched his brother's arm.

"Beautiful Yego."

"Shut up."

When Song Anhui turned around, Song Lecong opened his mouth slightly: "Oh, oh, this one too..."

His brother smiled awkwardly at Song Anhui.

"I'm sorry, my brother is spoiled and can't control his words."

Song Anhui shrugged indifferently.

She looked at Old Song: "Old Song, what's going on?"

Whenever the God of Wealth asked questions, Old Song would naturally answer them.

He immediately told her that Song Lecong was missing and his brother came to ask for help.

Of course, he had no idea what was happening on the stage, so he could only look at Song Lecong's brother.

After the two of them finished talking, Xi Meng narrowed her eyes slightly.

No one noticed her abnormality.

Song Anhui nodded slowly: "A dream?"

Song Lecong waved his hands: "It's not just one dream, it's many dreams, it's happened over and over again so many times, I'm scared."

Now when he thinks of that scene, he has nightmares at night. But when he thought about how he was rich now, he would wake up immediately.

"It's quite interesting anyway, I want to experience it too." Song Anhui sighed, "Unfortunately, I don't think I'll have the chance."

Song Shishi just came back and heard this, and looked at Song Anhui curiously: "What opportunity?"

She's been a little crazy lately.

After discovering that he could make a lot of money by filming GG, he found various ways every day to mobilize his friends to find interview opportunities for him.

So I am quite sensitive to the word "opportunity".

Old Song briefly repeated what happened to Song Lecong and frowned at her: "Didn't you say you were going for an interview? Why are you back so soon?"

When this matter was mentioned, Song Shishi became unhappy.

"Don't say that, he's just a liar!"

"When I walked in, he asked me to take off my clothes, saying that the boss was superstitious and that the measurements had to be 88, 55, and 88. I knew they didn't meet the requirements and was about to leave, but his hands got stuck on me..."

Old Song asked sympathetically, "Are you hurt?"

When Song Shishi came in, Song Lecong's eyes lit up again.

Hearing what Lao Song said, he nodded immediately.

yes!

Such a beautiful girl must have suffered a lot when being harassed. What if she didn't resist...

Song Shishi: "Nonsense, is there any justice in the world if this pervert doesn't get hurt?"

Song Lecong: “???”

Wait...something doesn't seem right!

Song Shishi added: "I disabled the hand that touched me!"