Chapter 337 A scrawled time travel!
In the evening, Kadoorie Mountain Villa.
It was still dark at this time, the sky showed a charming orange-red color, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire courtyard of the villa.
In the spacious and elegant courtyard of the backyard, a row of exquisite lounge chairs are neatly arranged on the edge of the pond. Zheng Jirong and others are sitting on them leisurely, each holding a can of ice-cold beer in their hands. The breeze blows, bringing a little bit of refreshment. .
While they were enjoying their men's time, there was a busy scene in the room. A group of women were busy preparing ingredients for the barbecue while chatting.
In the kitchen, a table is filled with a variety of ingredients and condiments. The women's dexterous fingers shuttle between the ingredients. They quickly cut the meat and carefully string the barbecue skewers.
"Sister Xiaozhuan, these are your clothes."
After the Twelve Young Master's girlfriend Delan walked into the kitchen, her eyes looked at Xiao Zhuan who was wearing a maternity skirt.
"How is it?" Xiao Zhuan asked curiously.
"It looks even sexier and more beautiful from the back than from the front!"
"Ah, that's good, it scared me to death."
Xiaozhuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "I have become less and less confident since I became pregnant. Alas, my figure is now so out of shape that I can hardly see it anymore. Little one, please come out of mother's belly as soon as possible."
At this point, she sighed and patted her belly that was carrying the baby.
"You're not out of shape." Delan, who was holding two bottles of juice, immediately shook her head and said, "It's already amazing for a pregnant woman to have a figure like yours, Sister Xiaozhuan, and not only is your figure good, but the cut of this skirt is also nice."
"That's right, that's right." Jimmy's girlfriend Pan Yuetong, who he just met not long ago, also nodded and agreed: "Sister Xiaozhuan has a better figure than ordinary people even if she has a big belly."
At this time, by the pond in the courtyard.
"I don't understand." The Twelve Young Masters took a sip of the beer in the glass and said casually: "Nowadays, some women don't even have a figure, but they still pay attention to the tailoring when buying clothes."
"Damn it, Twelve Young Masters, don't be greedy. Are you still not satisfied with Deshan's figure?"
Amiao glanced at the kitchen secretly, and then complained: "Xiao Zhuan's figure is getting worse and worse, and now not only is he in poor shape, but he also doesn't dress well."
"They are all pregnant. When they wear clothes at home, half of their buttocks are exposed. They say low-waisted clothes are popular nowadays."
"But since they are all low-waisted, they must be worn by people with waists. With her current figure, I can't even tell the difference between waist and hips!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
in the kitchen.
After hearing the laughter coming from the yard, Xiaozhuan looked up and said to Amei and the others: "These men gathered together to talk about women or women. I don't know what bad things they are saying about us now. It’s necrotic.”
"It must be", Deshan nodded and said with deep understanding: "Outside, I always tell others that my wife is not good here, but she is not good there, but I dress up every day. Let me show it to him after putting on makeup. He You don’t understand anything and you still like to point fingers!”
"Before going to bed, I have to smear a dozen kinds of things on my face before I go to sleep." The Twelve Young Master bit his cigarette butt and said helplessly: "Before going out, I have to smear a dozen kinds of things on my face before I go to bed. It takes half an hour every time. I don’t know what to put on it.”
"Yes," A Miao said with deep understanding, holding up a beer can and clinking glasses with him: "Even two more hours of sleep every day is better than using any cosmetics."
Hearing them talk about this topic, Jimmy, who had been lying on the recliner silently, couldn't help but said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if she applies it herself. What she fears most is that she forces you to apply powder with her!"
He patted his cheeks and said to Zheng Jirong: "Brother Rong, look at my face. That girl A Tong said I was too dark and forced me to apply sunscreen and whitening cream every day. Now I get acne every now and then." , Brother Rong, do you think I’m darker now than before?”
"Forehead"
Zheng Jirong looked at his profile for a while, shook his head and said, "No, he's still as handsome."
"That's it!"
in the kitchen,
"I remember the first time I met A Miao. He had long hair and was riding a motorcycle. He was handsome and dashing." Xiaozhuan recalled it for a while, then sighed: "But I didn't know until I got married. He seems to be holding his head up, but in fact he has smelly feet at home and likes to fart. He is completely different from when he was in love. He is simply a fraud!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Deshan laughed and said, "Actually, I can tolerate bad breath and smelly feet, but I just can't stand a man lying with his eyes wide open. He says he didn't go out to fool around, but as soon as he gets home, his true colors are revealed! How can I believe this? Woolen cloth?"
"I also want to give him a hard blow," the Twelve Young Master spread his hands and said speechlessly, "but she only knows how to lie down, and neither helps with her mouth nor her hands."
"How could I do something like this?"
Deshan frowned and spoke plausibly to Xiaozhuan and the others: "I am a woman from a good family. I am religious. He treats me as a dancing lady?"
"My wife is like this," Jimmy shook his head and said with a smile, "You can't say it this way, and you can't say that."
"Turn on a little light and she says it's dazzling; do it on the sofa and she says she doesn't feel safe."
"Then I thought of a good idea, a mandarin duck bath! Do you know what she said?"
"What a pervert!" Pan Yuetong wrinkled his nose and complained, "I don't know where he learned it from!"
"That's it," the Twelfth Young Master laughed and said, "These women are so awkward, even three hours for us has become three minutes!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
At this time in the kitchen,
"It sounds great," Deshan said while cutting an eggplant. "It only lasts three hours, but it turns out it's still three minutes after I play."
"Wow, how powerful were you for three minutes?"
Xiao Zhuan opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "I haven't even hit thirty times in total during this time."
"Really? It saves time?"
"Yeah," Xiao Zhuan tilted his head and said depressedly, "As soon as he let it in, he trembled and then turned it back. Do you think he was taking his temperature?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
After the girls finished laughing, Xiao Zhuan used his arm to push Ruan Mei, who had been stringing bamboo sticks beside her silently, "Amei, you have heard so much from us, tell us about you and Brother Rong. Well."
"Yes, Sister Amei." Deshan came over and took Ruan Mei's arm, whispering in her ear: "I think Brother Rong is much stronger than Amiao Twelve Young Masters and the others, no?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Although Ruan Mei blushed and was embarrassed after hearing this, she still said truthfully for the sake of her man's dignity: "No, Brother Rong needs at least two hours every time."
"Every time it ends, I feel like I'm dehydrated. The most terrifying thing is that I don't know what kind of skills he has practiced. He can also turn and control the direction freely."
"So now every time it gets dark, I get a little scared when I see him."
"Wow!!!"
After hearing this, the girls opened their mouths in surprise and their eyes shone with shock.
In the courtyard.
Seeing everyone complaining about his wife and girlfriend, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but point at them and said with disdain:
"Look at you, who is not a respectable person outside, but when you return home, you are treated so miserably by your own woman? You really let me down."
"Eh", Jimmy raised the corner of his mouth and said with a bad smile after hearing this: "Brother Rong, you are not a real eldest brother. Not only do you keep the red flag at home and colorful flags flying outside, but you also take care of every sister-in-law. You’re obedient, can you share any secrets with your brothers?”
"Yes, we are all our own people here, boss, don't hide your secrets."
Even Zhou Xingzu, who had been silently drinking juice in the corner, asked with curiosity: "Brother Rong, do you have a recipe?"
After hearing what they said, Zheng Jirong lit a cigarette with pride in his eyes and said indifferently: "I do have the recipe, but it varies from person to person. I'm just very capable, you can't learn it. "
"Cut"
"Hahaha"
Seeing their disappointed looks, Zheng Jirong smiled happily. Just as he was about to tease them a few more words, a doorbell suddenly sounded from the door outside the courtyard.
"It should be Captain Yan and the others who are here." Zheng Jirong waved his hand and said, "Ah Miao, go pick them up."
"knew."
After a while, under the guidance of Amiao, Yan Zhen led several members of the special function performance troupe into the yard. What made Zheng Ji a little strange was that Peng Yixing and his girlfriend Ayi were also there.
Yan Zhen explained with a smile: "We met Mr. Peng at the gate, and we happened to come in together."
"I see." Zheng Jirong stood up from the recliner. After all, Yan Zhen and the others were guests for the first time. It was always inappropriate for them to sit in the yard.
He said to Jimmy and the others: "You guys talk first, Axing, come in with me."
"oh!"
Zheng Jirong then raised his hand to Yan Zhen and others: "Please come inside, let's go inside and chat."
Halfway there, Peng Yixing suddenly led his girlfriend to Zheng Jirong, "Mr. Zheng, I'm sorry to bother you this time. This is a gift we bought on the way."
When Zheng Jirong heard this, he looked at the gift box in Peng Yixing's hand with some surprise. Judging from the size, it should be about the size of red wine.
Unexpectedly, this somewhat autistic gun king turned out to be quite understanding of the world.
"Don't call Mr. Zheng so cute in the future." Zheng Jirong put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile, "Just call me Brother Rong like Amiao and the others."
Peng Yixing was stunned for a while, then nodded and agreed with a smile.
Last night was the most peaceful sleep he had since the murder. Not only were there no police watching outside his home, there was no risk of any communication equipment at home being monitored, and the most important girlfriend in his life was also with him. around.
Although he has a weak personality, he still knows the basics of courtesy.
After entering the living room, Zheng Jirong first shouted twice into the kitchen. After Ruan Mei came out with a curious look on her face, he pointed at Peng Yixing's girlfriend Ayi and said: "This is the Ayi I told you about yesterday. Take it with you." She went to help in the kitchen and introduced Xiaozhuan and the others to them."
When Ruan Mei heard this, her eyes looked strange and she said, "How can we let guests come into the kitchen to help?"
"It's okay, Sister Amei." Ayi walked up and took Ruan Mei's arm and said with a smile, "I have nothing to do anyway. Are you cooking? I can just give you a hand."
Seeing the two girls chatting and laughing and returning to the kitchen, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but nodded secretly. Compared with Peng Yixing, his girlfriend was quite capable.
"Let's not just watch. Let's sit down first."
After a while, after Amiao served all the tea, Zheng Jirong and Yan Zhen casually chatted a few words about the current development in the south.
"Now our family is getting better and better. You may not believe it when I tell you Mr. Zheng. Do you know what business is the most profitable in SH now?"
"Clothes? Electrical appliances?"
"No, it's stocks."
"Stocks," Zheng Jirong said in surprise, "Are there people in the south who are stock traders now?"
"Not only are there, there are many," Yan Zhen explained with a smile: "It's just that some systems are not perfect, and there are very few shares issued. Most people can't buy them if they want to. They can only buy them through scalpers. This time Many SH people have made a fortune due to the stock craze.”
"Interesting," Zheng Jirong touched his chin and nodded, "I happen to be going to the Shaolin Temple in a few days, so I'll drop by SH for a walk then."
After hearing these three words from Shaolin Temple, Yan Zhen, who was still a little calm and composed, suddenly became unnatural. After looking at Zheng Jirong for a few times, he persuaded: "Mr. Zheng, you are doing well in Hong Kong Island. Why?" Remember going to Shaolin Temple?"
Zheng Jirong explained: "I have been in Hong Kong Island for so many years, and I have long wanted to go back to the south. Moreover, one of the gang leaders in the public housing robbery not long ago was a Shaolin traitor. I feel that the laws of Hong Kong Island are not enough to stop him." He got the punishment he deserved, so I thought of sending him to Shaolin and handing him over to the abbot."
Yan Zhen nodded when he heard the words, and slowly said: "Since you have made up your mind, I won't persuade you any more."
After he finished speaking, he looked up directly at Ah Xing, who was sitting next to Zheng Jirong and remained silent from beginning to end, only burying his head in eating sugar-coated oranges.
"Is this Mr. Zhou Xingzu?"
"Um, hello, Captain Yan." Seeing the other person's hand reaching out to him, Zhou Xingzu hurriedly threw away the orange peel on his hand and raised his hand to hold it.
To his surprise, as soon as he held Yan Zhen's hand, he felt a huge suction force coming from his palm. Zhou Xingzu frowned slightly when he saw this, and then not to be outdone, he also activated his special function.
Feeling the suction in the palm of his hand that was no weaker than his, Yan Zhen's eyes flashed with astonishment, "I didn't expect that my skills would be so high at such a young age."
Zhou Xingzu then replied with trembling lips: "You are not bad either."
"Hahaha"
Yan Zhen laughed a few times and immediately withdrew his power. Seeing that although Zhou Xingzu's face was a little red, he didn't have any symptoms of exhaustion and asthma, he couldn't help but blurt out while admiring it: "My little friend, are you interested in joining our Supernormal Function Association? "
"Special Function Association? Isn't it a performance group?"
"The performance troupe is a branch of the association, and I am not only the leader of the performance troupe, but also the president of the Special Function Association. If Zhou Xiaoyou is interested,"
"Ahem."
Before Yan Zhen finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Zheng Jirong. He stared dissatisfied at Old Yan, who was still pretending to be nonchalant.
He found that this old guy not only had the same collecting habit as him, but also had a very thick skin. He actually wanted to poach Zhou Xingzu in front of his master.
He was preparing Ah Xing to train him to be a god figure in the gambling industry like Gao Jin. Joining such an official organization would not bring any benefit to Ah Xing.
Before he could speak, Zhou Xingzu immediately shook his head and said, "No, I have no interest in joining these organizations."
"Well, that's such a shame."
Yan Zhen didn't force it. He sighed and explained: "There are still a few people like us in this world. It's better to be able to stay together as a group than to fight alone."
"How can we fight alone?" Zhou Xingzu patted his pocket and said happily: "Just before you guys came, Brother Rong just wrote me a check for one million as a reward for the gambling game. With Brother Rong protecting me, no one dares to bully me."
Yan Zhen choked up when he heard this. He would definitely not be able to write a check. Speaking of which, their association's total annual funding was less than one million.
"Hahaha, it seems I've been worrying too much." Yan Zhen smiled and then continued: "But as the old saying goes, it's better to make progress behind closed doors than to go out and make progress together. My friend, although your skills are not weak, if you only use your special powers It’s overkill to use it to turn playing cards.”
Zhou Xingzu wrinkled his nose when he heard this and looked at him and said, "You can also change cards?"
Yan Zhen smiled and nodded, "Dajun, show me your special abilities to Little Friend Zhou."
After the words fell, a one-eyed dragon with one eye that was somewhat disabled walked out from behind Yan Zhen. He expressionlessly took out a card from his arms and dropped it on the table. Then he put his palms together and his eyes were slightly focused.
Under everyone's surprised eyes, the poker card that was originally the Ace of Spades not only changed into a K, but even the suit also slowly changed!
At this moment, the card color that was about to turn into hearts suddenly stopped instantly, and the color turned into spades again at a faster speed.
"It's nothing more than that," Zhou Xingzhu said lightly, staring at the playing cards with his eyes intently.
Upon seeing this, Da Jun was about to continue to use his skills, but compared to Zhou Xingzu, his skills were still much weaker. Although there was some resistance, the card color returned to its original spades.
Just when he was about to take back his skills unwillingly, several hands were put on his shoulders. He looked back and saw that it was his fellow brothers in the association. With the blessing of their skills, the army immediately regained its power, and the cards The color instantly turned into hearts.
Although Zhou Xingzu on the other side had discovered that the other party was working together to deal with him, he was not afraid at all. He put his hands together, raised two fingers between his eyebrows, and just started to compete with them.
On the sofa nearby, Zheng Jirong first glanced at the cards that were black and red for a while, and then saw Ah Xing who was sweating profusely and panting, so he couldn't help but said: "Just have a proper sparring, stop it. "
A few seconds later, seeing that they were ignoring him and still staring at the playing cards to perform power, Zheng Jirong looked directly at Yan Zhen and others and said in a deep voice: "I asked you to stop, didn't you hear it?!"
Yan Zhen also shouted: "Army! Give it up!"
"No, no, Commander," Da Jun said with a trembling mouth, "I've long wanted to stop, but I can't move at all now!"
Not just him, even Zhou Xingzu also said: "Brother Rong, I, I can't move either!"
"What a mess"
Zheng Jirong stood up from the sofa, walked to Zhou Xingzu and raised his hand to grab his arm and pull him away. However, as soon as he put his hand on it, an invisible force field sucked him in. In this force field , even he was suppressed and unable to move!
"Brother Rong?!"
A Miao and Peng Yixing, who were on the side, looked at each other and rushed over immediately. They worked together to grab Zheng Jirong's arm. Just when they were about to exert force, a suction force in the opposite direction pulled them in, just like Zheng Jirong. Immediately unable to move.
Yan Zhen on the side didn't know what he thought when he saw this scene. Just when he was about to speak, a whirlwind suddenly blew up in the venue. The stand that trapped Zheng Jirong and others exploded directly, and an invisible push suddenly pushed Yan Zhen away. go out!
When he climbed up from the ground with difficulty, his pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the scene in front of him.
Zheng Jirong, including Zhou Xingzu's army A Miao Peng Yixing and others, have all disappeared!