Back in the room, Xiao Wu sat meditating and recovering from the injuries in his body.
In this mission, he contributed a lot and suffered some injuries.
Wang Ye did not interrupt, but returned to the bedroom to rest.
Although Wang Ye's current physique makes it okay to go without sleep for a long time, he still retains this habit.
The next day.
Xiao Wu has woken up and is supervising Xiao Er's running. Xiao Er hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
Obviously, Xiao Er has gradually adapted to the rhythm of the treadmill. Although his body is still stiff, he rarely falls down again.
Until Xiao Wu stretched out his sinful hand and pressed a plus sign on the treadmill.
The treadmill speeds up again!
The sudden change caused the waiter to fall down and slide to the ground along the treadmill tracks.
Xiao Wu looked at the scene in front of him and was overjoyed.
In the resentful eyes of the waiter, he grabbed him by the collar and threw him on the treadmill again, watching the excitement.
"Brother, do you think Xiaoer is running faster lately?"
Xiao Wu turned his head and looked at Wang Ye to show off.
Wang Ye nodded, looked at the waiter with some pity, and then went out.
At this time, Guimenguan was on the right track. With Zhang Ziliang, there was almost no time to disturb Wang Ye. After all, the former acting team leader of the Tian Group was more than enough to handle the business of a city.
However, Wang Ye didn't put his mind on this. After arriving at the Tianzhu branch, he pushed open the wooden door of the No. 7 grocery store.
Po Meng was still sitting leisurely in the rocking chair, closing her eyes and humming a little tune, very comfortable.
What surprised Wang Ye was that Mao Yongan was also here.
At this time, Mao Yong'an was almost in a sluggish state, standing behind the old woman, gently shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand, not too hard, not too small, just right.
Obviously after many times of hard work, he has mastered the heat.
Po Meng opened her eyes. When she saw that it was Wang Ye, her expression was full of helplessness and she looked like she had a headache: "Why are you here again?"
"Don't I miss grandma? Come and see you?"
"Isn't that right, grandma?"
Like a simple child, Wang Ye scratched his head shyly, found a wooden bench and sat down.
At the same time, one hand rested on the wooden bench.
Obviously, although he came empty-handed, he was not ready to leave empty-handed.
Po Meng's figure swayed obviously, but she was mentally prepared and was obviously much better, but she still glared at Wang Ye: "Don't call me grandma!"
When Mao Yongan saw Wang Ye coming, he was full of gloating.
After all, we are all young people. There is no reason for me to suffer in this place like a wolf's den, but you can escape unscathed when you come.
This isn't fair.
Even Mao Yongan has begun to imagine a better life in the future.
Someone shared the food for me.
He fanned himself while Wang Ye washed his clothes.
The two of them took turns working, and the workload was directly reduced by half!
Until Wang Ye called out the words "grandma", Mao Yong'an felt that the matter was stable. He glanced at Wang Ye sympathetically, and then started to look forward to it.
Expecting Wang Ye to also stand at the door, put on a weird posture, and call grandma a thousand times.
until...
The old woman shouted this, don’t call me grandma!
Mao Yongan twisted his neck stiffly and looked at Po Meng with eyes full of grievance and despair!
As if questioning silently.
Why?
Wang Ye was unmoved. He sat on the chair and said with a smile: "At your age, respecting the elderly and loving the young is not the most important moral character for us young people. Calling me grandma is not too much."
Should!
Let’s slap the horse’s hooves!
Mao Yongan glanced at Wang Ye lightly.
According to his analysis of the old woman during this period, she has always had the character to tell the truth. If she dared to refute...
This guy is in trouble!
Mao Yongan watched the excitement.
but...
"My little ancestor, you don't dare to call me that!"
But Po Meng sat up in the rocking chair and looked at Wang Ye with a bitter smile.
...
Mao Yongan's body stiffened again, as if he had turned to stone.
And why?
Isn't this disobedience?
Shouldn't he be punished with eating meat?
The worst I can do is do laundry or something like that.
Why is this gentle tone of yours?
He is his biological grandson and I picked him up?
Mao Yongan had already begun to doubt his life at this time.
"Since you keep saying that, I will stop barking, but please don't pick on me."
Wang Ye looked at Mrs. Meng and said with a smile, as if mentioning a time that was not worth mentioning, he said casually: "When I went to bed yesterday, my mind was confused, and then..."
"I seem to have remembered a lot of things."
"Should... be all of them!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye focused his eyes on Po Meng.
Po Meng suddenly stood up from the rocking chair and came close to Wang Ye. She kept observing Wang Ye. After a while, she relaxed and said, "Young man, you lied to me."
"But at least this proves..."
"My memory is indeed sealed by you."
"Moreover, it should also involve reincarnation."
"There is no need to think about sealing my memory anymore. I have already recorded a video before going out, describing where I am going this time and what I may face. I will also post notes reminding me to watch the video all over the house."
Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged.
Po Meng glared at Wang Ye and returned to the rocking chair, like an old child, with a certain atmosphere: "Still so treacherous!"
"What about him?"
"How are you going to deal with it?"
Wang Ye suddenly raised his head, glanced at Mao Yongan, and asked.
Po Meng glared at Mao Yongan angrily: "Hurry up and slap me!"
Then he said to Wang Ye: "Don't worry, we'll talk about it later. I've been short of people under my command recently, and for the first time I've discovered that it's quite comfortable to be taken care of."
Po Meng closed her eyes with some satisfaction and said.
Mao Yongan fanned himself carefully while falling into a daze.
Why?
I can understand every word they say, but when they are put together, I have no idea what they mean?
Who am I and where am I?
Could it be...
Is there something wrong with my intelligence...
Mao Yongan mechanically shook his cattail leaf fan and fell into despair again.
It was originally a pleasant and hard-working day, but it turned out to be a complete shock.
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