Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Ah this...

Ming Dongheng fell silent for an instant.

Chen Ju doesn't learn serious martial arts, but he also knows Tobu Club.

"Miss Bai," he thought for a while, and then explained to Bai Po, "The Tobu Club only recruits masters in each field. It used to be a small domestic area, and it was not so strict at that time. But now it has expanded to the whole world. World, entering it represents the pinnacle of your field, but joining is as difficult as climbing the sky."

"Let's just put it this way. As far as I know, only Yu Shen in China has received an invitation letter last year. Her unique skill is a long spear."

When a club develops globally, it means that the threshold is not generally high.

Since Yu Hongyi joined the Tobu Club and became an ordinary member, all boats have risen in Jiangjing, and the Yu family has changed from an unpopular family.

Ming Dongheng drove the car onto the main road.

When Bureau Chen spoke, he only nodded in agreement.

"What method did you learn?" Bai Po was listening to English in her ears, which did not delay her talking to Ming Dongheng.

Every time Dad Zhang goes out, he will give you a date.

When they saw Bo Yun, they came over alone, and the two of them felt relieved at the same time.

When Yan Lu saw Dad Zhang coming back, he interrupted the family, so he reached out and beckoned Bai Po, asking me to come over.

The old man rolled a cigarette and nodded, "Your grandson is afraid of those things. If your son asks you to throw them away, you are willing to do so, so you can move here alone."

The two chatted all the way and walked all the way, and Ming Dongheng knew that the old man's surname was Tao during the process.

In the west of the city.

Before getting the paper, Tang Ming was stunned.

Jiang He would bother me when I was on a business trip.

Seeing Dad Zhang, Tang Ming put the gun on, and his voice didn't choke, "Uncle!"

"You are still practicing at [-]:[-] pm every night," Jiang He looked at Tang Ming's back, and talked to Yan Lu, "If you arrive at [-]:[-] pm in the morning, you will spoil your breakfast, and then shoot there."

While eating, I looked up at the two of them.

"Yeah." Dad Zhang retreated with a calm face without the usual warm smile on his face.

Father Zhang finally heard the whole story from Jiang He and Bo Yun.

"Hey big heron!" Dad Zhang was very surprised when he saw Tang Ming, "Why did he go back to Xiangcheng!"

evening.

"Why would anyone hate it?" Bo Yunlan patted the big friend next to her, "Big friend, did he say Grandpa's Xiaosheng is bad?"

Before finishing writing, there were no two unread messages.

Click on your video account, you have updated in those few days, but because of the next clip, the number of fans is still increasing, and the number of fans has not yet reached 560w.

Before a few bus lines were connected, some entrepreneurs were not ready to open shopping malls and supermarkets there. It used to be that the outside was not the old city, and the alleys outside the [-]th were all old houses, which were far from the gate of the city.

Basically, he will come back on time, and Erxue will tell Jiang He a few days later.

Tang Ming's eyes were full of tears, he just shook his head to speak.

Check back at night.

But the puppet in my hand seems to be alive and special in my hand.

"The task was delayed." Seeing the appearance of those two people, Zhang's father sank slightly, and his expression became serious: "What happened? Where's Daze?"

Zhang Ma and Ning Xiao are very good at imitating what they made, "I should be able to learn to be bad, I should be so stupid."

Tang Ming was practicing guns, and Sister Xin came to help Tang Ming find notices and opportunities.

"Big Heron," Jiang He glanced at Tang Ming, "do you have to make an appointment first?"

Tang Ming pursed his lips, you know how to thank Yan Lu.

I went back to the bed and took out a box of milk that had been stale for a long time and gave it to Bao Yunlan.

Bai Yan leaned back on the chair, tapped his fingertips on the phone screen, and thought for a while: "Then you haven't practiced well..."

Bai Po sat at the foot of the steps, holding the grapes that Jiang He washed for me.

Before Lu Xiaohan's verdict came out, Bo Yun was very active. At that time, seeing Dad Zhang came back, you also held back, "Does he mean to come back tomorrow?"

"Everything is plural"

Because Yan Luming and Dongheng heard that Qi and Lu Xiaohan often walked together, Bo Yun's father Zhang was very unfamiliar with Bo Yunlan's classmates.

Jiang He wanted to keep Yan Lu there for dinner, but Yan Lu tilted his head slightly and politely declined.

In the front yard of the Zhang family, Bo Yun was still holding a spear.

The big friends spoke in unison.

Open Jian Zhongyou's dialog box every day——

Inside the house, Jiang He heard the sound and came back with a rag.

"That," Yan Lu handed a piece of paper to Tang Ming, "Look at it."

Bai Po quickly brought the book Yan Lu asked for.

Yan Lu glanced at it, it was Ming Dongheng who sent it——

I took out my housekeeping skills from the front and performed a puppet writing for Ming Dongheng. The lines I mentioned were soft, but I held the puppet and wrote with penetrating momentum.

His eyebrows were thick and white, and his eyes were piercing and lifeless.

Ning Xiao glanced at Zhang Ma and said something, but the meaning of this glance probably wasn't "Why did he say he was so cheap".

Xiangcheng Prison.

Bai Po remembered the invitation letter Xiaoqi gave her last night, but she didn't read it after she went back, wondering if it was the one Ming Dongheng and the others mentioned.

The car gradually drove to the library.

"Sister Po," Zhang Ma relaxed and leaned against the back of the chair, asking about the notes she and Ning Xiao had made, "How is this bad guy learning? Can't the rhythm be right?"

"Grandpa," Bo Yunlan squatted in front of me with her mobile phone, carefully watched me perform Xiaosheng, and then asked politely, "Can't you take a video of you?"

You said something, but Mama Zhang on the other side spoke earnestly: "Brother Dahe needs to drink less milk to grow taller."

【1. 】

Grandpa Tao laughed, "Bad."

"Ah," Yan Lu calmly said, after eating a grape, you turned your head calmly, you are tall and tall, "you will study literature in the future, if you are interested in that period of history, you will study less..."

Bo Yun took Bai Po to Zhang's house by bus.

Under the small street at the gate of Shuxie.

Ming Dongheng, "Boxing."

Zhang's father, Bo Yun, watched Bo Yun leave with Bai Po's back.

That's real kung fu.

"That incident was your fault." Dad Zhang took out a cigarette, and I said with a serious face, "Uncle promised his father to take care of him, but he did something wrong. That stinky guy did it for you. Big Lu, he Forgive uncle."

"But..." The old man didn't hesitate, "You old man, will no one hate to see it?"

Bai Po drank the milk in one gulp, and looked up at the book in Zhang Mama's hand.

It had to be posted online for even fewer people to see, so the old man quickly stood up from his shoulder pole.

**

My fingers were bony and had wrinkled skin, much like tree bark.

Father Zhang took one less look at Bai Po, and he was not unfamiliar at all, but that was the first time I saw Bai Po, and it was the time when I was talking about those things.

Ming Dongheng took a photo with his mobile phone, "Grandpa Tao, you came to see you last week, and I will make up another scene."

Ming Dongheng saw at a glance that he was sitting under a pole by the side of the road, holding a string outside his hand, playing the scene of "Little Saint Eight Beats the Bone Demon" to a group of onlookers.

I realized something was right.

In just one room, there are all kinds of puppets in a mess outside.

How much information have you checked?

Say goodbye to the Zhang family.

After Bo Yun wiped off her sweat, she put away the towel and looked up at the paper Yan Lu gave you.

One explained that Dong Heng was going to record my puppet show.

**

[Is that outside? 】

Grandpa's house is not very far from there.

When boxing is practiced at home, it is necessary to achieve "self-support within, quietness and emptiness".

Seeing Yan Lu, I grinned, very unfriendly, "Student Bai, is he here to play with your Daze?"

Bai Po got up from the ground, walked to Bo Yun's side, and held the corner of your white clothes.

Wait for the door to close.

"What video?" The old man raised his head, revealing a haggard face with very immature eyes.

Bo Yun subconsciously glanced at the book Bai Po was reading——

You talk eloquently.

That's Dad Zhang.

Bo Yun didn't write the question right away, but took out a blank paper.

"It's not bad, Lawyer, Ah Su, we're here before Mr. Jiang," Jiang He wiped the corners of his eyes, "Now I have something to do..."

"Uncle should go to have a look inside." Tang Ming took out a piece of paper and handed it to Jiang He, looking into the door as well.

Ming Dongheng is not very talented in video photography. You chose various angles, took pictures of puppet characters, and then took pictures of Xiaosheng. First, you followed the grandfather to my house.

【today? 】

The words are neatly written below.

You even wrote the character analysis and biographies of the Bai family very thoroughly. How much reading and research are required to write so detailedly?

I walked over and patted Bo Yun on the shoulder.

"Uncle, you..."

No prison guard asked the woman next to me, so I wiped my sweat: "Boss, what's going on, who did you lock up?" Tang Ming was so dazed that he only stared at Yan Lu at first. Looking at it with a face, "Mmm, yes."

【1】

After all, acting requires understanding that person’s living environment, especially if you’re auditioning for a historical drama.

Then he quickly took out his book and read it.

Now I can even find people to accept disciples.

Tang Ming's long, lazy hair was tied in front of his head by a rubber band, and you are now taking life seriously, "Thank you."

That would be easy.

Dad Zhang drove the car to the small gate, parked and got in the car.

When you asked Yan Lu like that, Yan Lu, who was grabbing white grapes to eat, "..."

But is there anything more complete than what Bo Yun gave you?

Bo Yun took the white scorpion to the seventh floor, where Ning Xiao and Bo Yun hadn't done their homework yet, so they were sitting upright.

Ming Dongheng took out his mobile phone with a smile, "Grandpa, first record the puppet show for you. If it's convenient, can you visit your home later and record your daily life?"

The two took me to the big room.

"You live alone?" Ming Dongheng looked around and saw traces of other people's lives.

half an hour ago.

Looking at our more and more concise conversations, Bo Yunlan felt that sooner or later you and Dean Jian would become like Yan Lu——

As I said that, I walked outside.

"It's okay," Yan Lu quickly put the book under the table, and directed Bai Ke to help you get two books from the shelf in front, "You went to test my results last week."

Yan Lu helped me unpack the milk, put on a straw for me to drink, then patted my head and sighed.

I closed the front door and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

The low iron gate opened from the outside, and the two came out. The leader saw Father Zhang, and hurriedly stepped down, "Mr. Zhang, you haven't made any arrangements yet."

The old man was taken aback, "...you?"

When Tang Ming took down the spear and held the gun again, the more he thought about it, the more he was right.

Ming Dongheng looked at me and nodded.

A concrete road leads to the gate of the prison, which is deserted.

Yan Lu looked at Tang Ming's straight back, and the momentum with which he held the gun was as soft as before, so you nodded.

If Tang Ming wanted to perform, he needed to learn to be as good as a great master, but even if he was a showman, he needed a certain level.

Father Zhang stood up, smoking a cigarette, "The two of them are waiting at home, you go and see this old man."

Bo Yunlan took the milk and went out.

It's been a week, and Bo Yun hasn't looked like a person who can hold a gun.

The bottom is densely written with daily life, occasion etiquette...

"Bad look!"

"Take a break." Yan Lu handed the towel to Tang Ming.

"That is……"

I walk slowly.

Mama Zhang: "..."

Some customs and etiquette of the Xiaoyong Dynasty are not recorded in those historical books, but there are few books on the market, and Tang Ming will read books on that aspect when he rests with a gun.

The video you cut is poor quality, but lacks more sci-fi technology.

Inside the door was a middle-aged woman with a dignified figure.

Yan Lu opened the app of Jiangjing Primary School and went to open the door.

Bo Yun and Jiang He both reacted.

Yan Lu clicked on this picture——

That's what Bo Yun told you, even if it's a show, you have to learn how to hold a gun and hold it steady.

**

He learned serious boxing.

【1? 】

"Dalu, what's the matter with his child," Zhang's father and Jiang He both saw children cry, especially the one I saw growing up, "Don't cry, don't cry."

There was a knock on the front door.

Yan Lu raised her eyebrows, the lazy and beautiful multi-boy is very good at bewitching: "Go get the gun."

Eat a small bowl: [Yes. 】

Ming Dongheng thought for a while, "Your classmates said that you are very good, but you were a blogger before and wanted to shoot a video of you and post it offline so that fewer people can see you."