Bang, "gangster", the voice is very loud and pleasant to listen to. The beautiful woman's curse is so pleasant to the ear and pleasing to the eye.
That's right, Wang Busheng was beaten, a real big slap in the face,
Nowadays, there are very few people in the Ming Empire who know how to be humble. They show their wealth and leak their wealth. If they are rich, they must let others know. If they have no money, they must pretend to be rich and others must recognize that they are rich. Of course, we can also draw a conclusion from this. Usually, such people die relatively quickly. They forget the treasures left by their ancestors. Making a fortune in silence is the way to go. Obviously, Wang Busheng made this mistake. He could have bandaged Zhang Jinghui and admired the beautiful scenery with his eyes.
Wang Busui has deeply realized his mistake. The law of nature is clear. If you gain something, you will naturally have to pay. Although the order is wrong, you can't refuse others to settle the accounts afterwards. Therefore, Wang Bushit did not feel aggrieved and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have to be independent, I can't help myself, I can't control myself, maybe it's the snake venom that makes me confused and hesitant."
What Wang Busheng said is all nonsense. To the extent that it can be believed, it is no different than seeking the skin of a tiger. However, Zhang Jinghui also regrets it. After all, when you pick up someone, you don’t expose your shortcomings, and when you hit someone, you don’t slap someone in the face. Men always want to save face. Fortunately, those three have been Qian Duoduo was sent far away. The three of them could not hear Wang Busheng's words, and the slap he gave them probably could not be heard by the three of them.
Qian Duoduo who was present was also very shocked. He looked at his sister Jinghui and then at Wang Busheng. His eyes were full of admiration and respect and he gave a thumbs up and praised: "Brother Bushit, you are so honest."
Um, okay, Wang Bu is still very happy to be recognized. After all, his aesthetics are still very correct and in line with the public's taste. Wang Busheng could only smile awkwardly and said, "Yeah."
"Yes," Qian Duoduo affirmed, and then added mysteriously: "And it's still big."
"Duoduo, shut up" Zhang Jinghui's face turned red,
"Sister Jinghui, that's what she is," Qian Duoduo explained.
"Duoduo, you still said that if you keep doing this, I will ignore you." Zhang Jinghui pursed her lips and her face turned even redder, which was very cute.
"Okay, I won't say anything anymore," Qian Duoduo could only close his mouth, but still muttered in a low voice, "You really are. People like to be told that she is older, but you are different."
"You still said".
Qian Duoduo covered his mouth with both hands.
For Zhang Jinghui, it is not something to be envied. Talent is, connotation is, and temperament is. Of course, the appearance cannot be too bad, except for Wang Busheng, who has no characteristics. Such people are the ones everyone should envy and admire.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Wang Busui once again remained stubborn. He secretly lowered his head and quietly checked with his peripheral vision. Although Zhang Jinghui had covered her chest with clothes, Wang Busui could still tell from the outline. By finding such a wife, Wang Busheng can bet his lower body, no, his happiness in the second half of his life, and his children will definitely not go hungry in the future.
In order to prevent the herbs from falling off, Wang Bushit's right hand was still attached to Zhang Jinghui's lower abdomen, and he carefully felt the smoothness, delicateness and warmth of Zhang Jinghui's skin. The skin of beautiful women is very white. As the saying goes, one whiteness can cover up a thousand ugliness, and one fatness can destroy all beauty. But although Zhang Jinghui's skin is very white, it also has some healthy wheat color. This should be the result of regular exercise, which makes people feel very comfortable.
How could Zhang Jinghui not feel a pair of big hands on her lower abdomen? Unexpectedly, Wang Busheng was quite responsible and slapped her hard, but her hands hadn't left yet, and she kept pressing her hands on the herbs. Or maybe it's another reason, the evil intention will not change.
In order not to continue to be eaten, Zhang Jinghui could only say to Qian Duoduo: "Duoduo, help me bandage."
Qian Duoduo covered his mouth and shook his head.
"What's the matter, talk?" Zhang Jinghui asked next.
"You don't want me to talk," Qian Duoduo said, feeling aggrieved.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It was my fault just now. I shouldn't have been angry with you. Now I can say it," Zhang Jinghui said lovingly. Qian Duoduo is several years younger than his sister, and he is nearly ten years older than her. It has to be said that for such a little girl, there is a generation gap in age, and there is really no need for him to be angry.
"Hehe, I know Sister Jinghui is the best." Soon the unhappiness in the little Loli's eyes disappeared and she smiled.
"Hurry up and bandage it for me," Zhang Jinghui ordered.
"Sister Jinghui, it's not that I won't help you, I really can't." Qian Duoduo explained. "These are not taught in schools."
"Are you ready?" Li Jinzhong asked impatiently in the distance. Unexpectedly, these people were very trustworthy and would not read it if they said they didn't want to see it. This greatly enhanced the man's integrity.
"What's it called? I'll tell you when it's done," Qian Duoduo shouted loudly. Then he turned to Wang Busei and said with a smile: "Let brother Busei continue to bandage."
Little girls all admire heroes. Although the hero Wang Busheng is of low value, little girls will admire them if others know what they don’t know. This is one of the reasons why today’s little girls like their uncles. Of course, there are also The main reason is that the uncles have a lot of money and experience, so they can last for a long time.
The little Loli's eyes were full of stars, full of admiration. The previous sentence "brother" was just a product of family education, just polite and had no emotion in it, but this sentence was true.
Wang Busheng pretended to be at a loss and asked Zhang Jinghui's opinion again. "I promise, I won't do anything excessive."
Zhang Jinghui was also helpless. She had no choice but to lower her head.
Bandaging is actually very simple, just wrap it twice around the place where the medicine is applied. It doesn't have to be beautiful, as long as it doesn't fall off. Wang Busui really has no way to bandage it for half an hour. It can only be solved in three to five minutes.
He touched his face, he was a bitch, no one else could blame him, but fortunately, he had to have a thick skin to withstand beatings. Fortunately, Wang Busheng had it.
After the bandaging was completed, Zhang Jinghui also arranged her clothes and stood up. Due to the damage caused by Wang Busheng's cut, Zhang Jinghui could only wear a sun protection garment around her waist to cover her skin.
After feeling it carefully, I found that the pain just now was relieved a lot, and the feeling of swelling, pain and numbness was no longer there.
Qian Duoduo then asked the three of them to turn around.
Qian Duoduo smiled and asked, "Sister Jinghui, how are you?"
"It's okay, thanks to him, Wang..." Uh, well, Zhang Jinghui didn't remember Wang Busheng's name at all. For A, B, C and D in life, they were just passers-by. They knew each other one moment, but they didn't know where they were the next. We see each other from time to time, so why bother adding more troubles.
"It's Wang Bu Die." Wang Bu Die felt that he was being ignored.
"Thank you, little brother Fusui." Qian Duoduo turned his eyes to Wang Busing, and smiled and thanked Wang Busing instead of Zhang Jinghui, because Qian Duoduo knew that it was difficult for a proud woman like Zhang Jinghui to say thank you.
"Sister Jinghui, he just said it," Wang Bushit explained, with a smile on his lips and touched his cheek. Well, it was a very real feeling.
Seeing Wang Bushit touching his face, Zhang Jinghui's heart beat faster. There must be no internal injuries. After all, this was her first time hitting someone, and there were still flaws in her control of strength.
The bad guy duo also came over with displeasure and grinned, "Should we go to Tianci Mountain? If not, we will go back."
"Go," Zhang Jinghui replied decisively. As his business became busier and busier, his grandfather became more and more strict on himself. He rarely agreed to go to dangerous places by himself. This time was probably the only chance. How could I give up halfway.
"Yes, yes, yes, go, you must go, how can you not go?" Qian Duoduo also helped. It was also the first time for Qian Duoduo to go to such a place. For others, they came for adventure, but she came for tourism. of.
It didn't matter if he had more money, he was roped in by his little sister to make up the money. It doesn’t matter if you go or not.
Li Jincheng and Li Jinzhong came with a purpose. Before the purpose was achieved, they were definitely not willing to go back. After all, they had also endured hardships. Only when they paid off would they gain something. What they paid for must be rewarded.
Wang Busheng picked some more herbs and gave them to Zhang Jinghui, telling her to remember to change the dressings. He just wanted to leave, and he wanted to find Lao Immortal. Very busy.
However, he was stopped by Zhang Jinghui. Zhang Jinghui looked at everyone and explained: "I want to bring one more person with me," and then pointed at Wang Budie.
As soon as Zhang Jinghui finished speaking, the happiest person was Qian Duoduo, "Okay, okay. With my immortal brother here, I won't be afraid of being bitten by a poisonous snake."
Um, okay, children's words are unbridled, don't take children's words seriously.
Qian Duoduo smiled and hugged his little sister and said, "Don't be afraid, I can also protect you."
The little girl grinned, "I don't need your protection, you will just pretend to be dead."
"Little sister, this is your fault. As Sun Tzu said in the Art of War, planning for profit is based on the power of others, and it is used to support the external forces. Those with power control their power because of profit, and those with military skills are deceitful, so they can ..."
Qian Duoduo wanted to express his feelings again, but was interrupted by Qian Duoduo: "Brother, it's okay, it's okay, you don't have to say it anymore, you are justified every time."
Zhang Jinghui still has some considerations. Wang Busui should know a lot about Tianci Mountain, and Wang Busui should have grown up in a mountain village and has his own native experience. Furthermore, Wang Busui knows a lot. He was very fast when he caught the snake just now. , which is comparable to the bodyguards at home, and must have been trained.
This will also add some security to the trip.
Zhang Jinghui looked around and asked, "What do you think?"
Li Jincheng and Li Jinzhong were a little worried, but when they thought about how happy Wang Busheng had been when he got the thirty taels of silver, they put their worries aside. They still had three to five hundred taels on them, which was enough to kill him, and Maybe he can be his helper, pressing his arm, looking for the wind and so on.
So the two men replied: "We have no objections."
"Wait a minute." The person who raised his hand to speak was Wang Busheng, "I don't agree."
Wang Busheng still has some serious business to attend to. At such an old age, what if something unexpected happens when he is on the road alone? Wang Busheng has to rush to collect the body, so there is no time to waste.
Zhang Jinghui was well prepared and quickly took out a banknote and said, "The reward is one hundred taels."
Wang Bushi took it decisively. The old man was in good health and should live for another ten or twenty years. He went to collect the body in no hurry, so he said with a smile: "What's the reward? Actually, I also want to go." Take a look at Tianci Mountain, I heard that the current emperor once left a calligraphy treasure there."
Qian Duoduo said happily: "You also know that, we came here just to see the emperor's calligraphy treasure.
