flstandardbreds Chapter 288 Get lost! I'm not dead yet!
Chapter 288 Get lost! I'm not dead yet!
Okay, this time is different from last time. Last time, I was tricked by the little giant pit, and even though Long Yuan clearly wanted to kill Mu Yunya, that thing still stood up.
Don't tell me it's a normal physiological reaction. Mu Zhen is a man himself. If he wanted to kill a woman, no matter how much she tried to seduce him, he wouldn't react.
Furthermore, because he dared not hate Xiao Jukeng at the time, he was somewhat unreasonably venting his anger on Longyuan.
None of them were willing participants!
This time...
Huangfu Zique must have discovered that I had deliberately locked him and Sun Beilei in the art studio, which is why he came back to settle accounts with me.
Besides this reason, Mu Zhen couldn't think of any other reason why Huangfu Zique was so determined to make him go crazy.
All I can say is... God doesn't like him!
Old Wai was still there, crying as if his father had died: "My brother, you're so pitiful!"
That damned Huangfu Zique!
Why did you have to do that? Waaah, you fucking mess with my brother!
My older brother is a proper man.
I'm still waiting to go back and get married, to have a wife, kids, and a warm bed... *sobs*
Big slicked-back hair, four-eyes—it's all my fault. I failed to protect our big brother, sob sob sob.
If you hit me this time, I promise I won't fight back, waaaaaah...
While crying, the child lay down and pounded the bed. The child's singing, recitation, acting, and fighting were just like those old women in the countryside cursing in the funeral hall.
Seeing this, Mu Zhen's forehead veins bulged like a machine gun, constantly throbbing.
Hold on, hold on, damn it, I really can't hold back anymore.
He kicked the guy, who looked like he was wailing at a funeral, off the bed: "Get out of here! I'm not dead yet, stop wailing!"
Shut up, you hear me? If you cry again, I'll loosen your skin.
"I'll take care of my own revenge, you don't need to worry about it. Get out of here, I'm going to take a shower."
He rubbed his neck, his face full of disgust. That bastard was gnawing on everything like a dog, leaving his whole body covered in saliva.
He increasingly suspected that Huangfu Zique had deliberately tricked him in the last two rounds. Would a person who had lost his mind have the mind to engage in foreplay?
Old Wai sniffed, wiped away his tears and snot with his sleeve, then forced a smile and said ingratiatingly, "You wash yours."
"Let me scrub your back, and I'll give your older brother a massage while I'm at it."
"I don't need you. It's better for children to have less contact with women's bodies, so as not to reduce their sexual happiness when they grow up!"
Lao Wai: Big brother, do you really treat me like a child?
Mu Zhen grabbed a bath towel, rubbed her waist, and walked unsteadily into the bathroom.
There are actually people in this world who are better at sex than me, finishing three rounds without even taking a breath.
It wasn't until today that he truly understood why his ex-girlfriends all asked to sleep in separate rooms after dating for a while.
If it really goes on for six or seven rounds, will he still be able to get out of bed?
If Huangfu Zique were here, he would definitely say to him, "Everyone says I should do it, but you insist on putting on a show. I haven't exerted any effort, so what's there to complain about?"
In the end, Lao Wai went to find Huangfu Zique. Right in front of Bai Luoluo's house, he went up and kicked the man in the stomach.
Huangfu Zique dodged to the side, reached out and grabbed the child by the back of his collar, raising him to his face, and solemnly lectured: "This is an adult matter..."
What are you meddling in, you little brat? Your older brother is quite satisfied with my skills.
He handed the man to the driver who had just followed him: "Take him home."
"Yes!" The middle-aged man picked up Lao Wai, turned around and left.
Old Wai stopped shouting and remained quiet, quite frustrated, because he was no match for Huangfu Zique.
I don't believe my brother would be satisfied with a man's technique. My brother's sexual orientation is normal; he's a straight man through and through!
God, why did you have to send my brother to this other world?
How will my brother live in the future? Will he be able to maintain his composure, get married, and have children?
'Once my eldest brother has a child, we'll work together to train someone even more capable than him.'
I still remember the fervor with which the fox girl said those words.
Hopefully, my brother can forget this terrible experience when he gets back.
As Huangfu Zique entered the villa, he saw that Long Yuan and Mu Yunfei were already sitting in the courtyard's relaxation area.
He casually chose a relatively long sofa and lay down without disturbing the two of them. He then habitually picked up the finance books that Bai Luoluo always prepared for him and began to read them.
Long Yuan was in a state of rest with his eyes closed, as if he could tell who was coming just by hearing the noise, so he didn't even open his eyes.
With his left arm in a cast and sling across his chest, he tapped the wooden armrest of the sofa lightly with his right hand, his voice languid: "What's so important that you called us all over here?"
"Let's talk after everyone's here." Huangfu Zique didn't want to repeat the same thing several times. He'd rather use that time to catch up on today's financial news.
Pulling out the newspaper from under the books, wow! Mu Yunya's Tengfei Group has started publishing the Capital Daily.
Mu Yunfei paid no attention to anyone, his mind was entirely focused on the chat interface on his phone.
Fourth Sister Hong: "Young Master, they really don't want to go back. Why don't we let them continue staying at the nursing home?"
Mu Yunfei: 'No, you must find a way to bring them home.'
Fourth Sister Hong: ...
Sister Hong is the granddaughter of Old Hong, the driver of the Governor's Mansion. Her previous job was to monitor Mrs. Cui's parents. Now she is responsible for the personal safety of the elderly couple and coaxing them back to their mansion.
She didn't know how the situation had turned out this way.
The elderly couple's situation used to be similar to that of prisoners.
Now!
That was her ancestor.
I put away my phone and looked at the scene in the small courtyard with a troubled expression.
Seven!
"Hahaha, I bet on seven of a kind, and I won! Pay up, pay up, hahaha!"
An elderly woman wearing a red knitted hat was dancing with excitement. At a table in the distance, a little old man wearing the same red hat tilted his head and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Well done, Ninth Sister!"
These were the maternal grandparents that Mu Zhen had been longing for: Cui Dayang and Cui Jiumei.
Yes, the same family from thousands of years ago.
The courtyard was filled with the sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed, not with a mahjong machine, but with the most traditional hand-rubbing method.
Two tables, eight people, all over sixty years old, but these old men and women all looked energetic and vigorous.
The more fun they had, the denser the dark clouds hanging over Sister Hong's head became.
I'm so overwhelmed I can hardly breathe!
When they were driven out of the governor's mansion, the backs of the two elders of the Cui family were so hunched over that anyone who didn't know them would think they were about to be buried.
Why are they making all sorts of excuses and being so unwilling to go back now?
Cheer up, and once again went behind Grandma Cui to persuade her: "Grandma Cui, the servants in the manor miss you all very much."
"Why don't you go back?"
"Go back to what?" Grandma Cui's mahjong tiles were stacked with exceptional skill; it would take decades to develop such hand speed. "I'm doing just fine here."
The other old men and women at the card table also took the time to glare at Sister Hong with reproachful eyes, as if she were an enemy.
An old woman said, "That's right, I'm saying, why don't you young lady know how to be flexible?"
An old man immediately chimed in: "What does it mean for us old folks to enjoy life?"
Another old man seemed very satisfied with the mahjong tiles he had drawn, beaming with joy: "Of course, being happy is what makes life truly fulfilling."
Instead of being confined to a large villa with lavish meals,
If you really want to eat meat every day, do you think Sister Cui's life is too long?
Look at our courtyard number fifteen, it's just enough for two tables.
If you take Brother Cui and Sister-in-law Cui away, won't we be short one person for two tables of three?
How could you be so heartless?
Sister Hong: I'm sorry, I don't know how to play cards, so I can't understand the pain of being one player short, and therefore I'm quite heartless.