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Chapter 91

No matter how reluctant the emperors of Shennong Valley were to Shen Ren, they still left after resting here for a few days.

Li Jiuzhen didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay and see more of the precious medicinal materials in Shennong Valley, but Zhang Wannian said he would follow Yao Zhuo and the others, so Li Jiuzhen could only follow with an unhappy face.

He muttered as he walked, "These peasant emperors are so sincere, Shen Ren, how can you be so shameless!"

He also knew that the key point of the matter was Shen Ren. If Shen Ren did not leave, Yao Zhuo would not leave. If Yao Zhuo did not leave, Zhang Wannian would have no reason to leave. If Zhang Wannian did not leave, he could stay.

As for why he followed Zhang Wannian, he really never thought about it...

Shen Ren wanted to leave because he really couldn't stand the politeness of these peasant emperors...

Another one, he still misses Ning Ning, but he doesn't know how to face him after returning.

Before, I thought that Ning Ning could take care of himself and Yao Zhuo in retirement, but what should I do now, I managed to raise Ning Ning and then send him away?

Shen Ren felt that his mental capacity was not that good, and he didn't know how to tell the truth to Ning Ning, hey!

Until he got out of Shennong Valley and was dragged into the private jet by Yaozhuo, he was still struggling.

But no matter what, since he left Ning Ning at the beginning, he would not send the child back, so he asked Yaozhuo, "We are monsters, do we know magic?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I wonder if it's possible to grow old."

"Why do you grow old?"

If you can, you can lie to Ningning for the rest of your life...

Shen Ren thought about it, and then he noticed that Yao Zhuo's hand was on his waist, pressing it bit by bit, and at the same time, there was a warm air passing from Yao Zhuo's palm, which made his sore waist feel better. .

——This is also the reason why Shen Ren wants to leave. Although neither he nor Yao Zhuo are obsessed with beauty (Ghosts believe), but the first taste of the wonderful taste of love, it is inevitable... It is difficult to restrain a little, and you can't always be there Other people's sites are like this!

But he still pushed Yao Zhuo's hand away, "There's no need to do this, you still..."

He wanted to say that you should take care of your body, but he suddenly remembered that he said this suddenly the day before, and then he was pushed. It seems that what he said about physical strength on the first day really stimulated Yaozhuo It's not ordinary big, isn't this called self-abuse and inability to live?

So he talked half of the blunt topic before the transfer, "Can it be changed?"

Yao Zhuo nodded, and Shen Ren quickly said, "Teach me, teach me, teach me."

Yao Zhuo put his arms around Shen Ren halfway, talking to him little by little.

The space of the private jet is actually not small, but it is not too big. The two people whispered sweetly, although because they both have a good skin, not only does not irritate the eyes, but looks very beautiful, but ——Other single dogs can't stand this!

So Li Jiuzhen complained to Zhang Wannian in a low voice, "I said don't follow, is it fun to be a light bulb?"

Zhang Wannian asked back, "Who is the light bulb?"

Li Jiuzhen pointed to the two affectionate people over there, then pointed to himself and Zhang Wannian, and gritted his teeth, "Isn't this obvious!"

Zhang Wannian looked over there, then at Li Jiuzhen, and suddenly stretched out his hand to bring Li Jiuzhen into his arms.

Li Jiuzhen was taken aback, and wanted to get angry and ask him what he was doing, but when he thought of leaving Shennong Valley, Zhang Wannian was the most precious, so although his expression was distorted, he hugged him back reflexively.

Zhang Wannian put his arms around Li Jiuzhen's waist, "Okay, now they are also light bulbs!"

Li Jiuzhen wanted to say, can light bulbs be calculated in this way?But... the originally refreshing camphor wood smell made him feel a little dizzy, so he also hugged Zhang Wannian, forget it, let it be like this!

Shen Ren, Yao Zhuo and his party rushed to Bincheng, and there was a storm brewing in Bincheng...

Mrs. Duan was wearing a black cashmere coat, carrying the latest Gucci handbag in her hand, with her hair in a high bun, walking towards a handicraft shop on the pedestrian street with an arrogant expression.

The pedestrian street was originally a famous century-old street in Bincheng. Anyone who travels to Bincheng must come here to shop, and the location of this handicraft store is considered top-notch on this pedestrian street.

It is winter now, and it is the peak time for ice and snow cultural tourism in Bincheng, so there are many people on the pedestrian street. Although the logistics is developed, if you really pay attention to your heart, it is more sincere to choose it by yourself and bring it back from thousands of miles. There are also a lot of people.

Madam Duan looked at the crowded crowd in the store, and frowned her two thin eyebrows, obviously impatient, but finally resisted and walked in.

The manager of the handicraft store was shuttling through the crowd, solving various problems, and suddenly saw Mrs. Duan. She felt irritated, but still warmly greeted her, "Isn't this Mrs. Duan? What wind blows you away?" Here we come, we have a new handmade gold watch here, do you want to take a look."

Mrs. Duan glanced at her, "Do you think I'm a nouveau riche? Still wearing a gold watch!"

The manager looked at the high imitation on Mrs. Duan's wrist, and smiled inwardly, "Yes, yes, it's my fault, then why are you here today?"

Madam Duan's expression became more and more impatient, "Where's your boss?"

The manager was actually impatient, but he still replied, "I don't know, I'm just a small employee, Madam Duan."

Mrs. Duan was very displeased, "Did he forget that today is the day to pay the rent?"

The manager gave Madam Duan a strange look, "Didn't Mr. Xiao Duan come to take the rent a few days ago?"

Mrs. Duan was startled, "What did you say?"

As she spoke, she grabbed the manager's arm, and her sharp nails almost pierced into the manager's flesh through the thin fabric.

The manager was not happy anymore, she struggled a bit, frowned and said, "Mrs. Duan, if you have something to say, what do you do?"

Mrs. Duan shook off the manager's arm, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number, and when she answered the phone, she said, "Mr. Yao, what's the matter with you, why are you renting the house to someone else?"

She opened her mouth to accuse, and the people over there were very rude, "Who is the name on the real estate certificate, and I will naturally rent the house to whom. There is nothing wrong with that."

After talking over there, he hung up the phone directly.

He also really didn't want to talk to this old woman. Although he and Mr. Duan were not confidants at the beginning, they admired each other. He wanted to open a handicraft shop, but he was suffering from insufficient money and couldn't buy the appearance he liked. Although Mr. Duan Rich, but time is running out, so I bought the store and rented it to him...

When he took a fancy to this place at the time, it was not yet planned as a pedestrian street today, it was just an ordinary small commercial street. This Mrs. Duan knew that her husband had bought the "old" house here, and she cried, made trouble, and hanged herself. He wanted to check out, but at that time he had already finished the decoration, and the goods were almost ready-fortunately, the old Mr. Duan withstood the pressure at the last moment, and it is today.

But when this place was developed and turned into a golden resort, Mrs. Duan started to make trouble again, asking for rent increases every three days. For the sake of old Duan, he tried his best not to embarrass her. If you make a fortune with this handicraft store, even if you have repaid the old Duan's kindness back then.

Who told him that his business is getting better and better, but the Duan family has been declining bit by bit. He also wants to help Duan Yunmeng, but although that kid is a good kid, he really has no brains in business. , so he only helped Duan Yunmeng when he graduated, so that he could be a teacher safely.

He thought he was quite benevolent at first, but when Duan Yunmeng found him a few days ago, he realized that for so many years, Mrs. Duan kept saying that it was not easy for a widow to raise the rent, but the rent did not reach Duan. In Yunmeng's hands, Duan Yunmeng didn't even know that the rent had risen to an outrageous price.

Duan Yunmeng originally insisted on not wanting the rent for the past few years, saying that he wanted to repay the previous money, but fortunately, this boy was tender, and he was stunned by a few words, and finally let him take the rent and leave. But this kid is still kind, and he is willing to pay the rent by [-]% no matter what he says, so of course he didn't speak well to Mrs. Duan today.

Mrs. Duan was hung up and her face turned blue and black. How could she be willing, she called over and over again, but she was always pressed, and then she couldn't get through at all. It was obvious that she was blacklisted.

She saw that everyone in the store was looking at her, and knew that she had made a fool of herself, so she hated herself so much that she rushed out of the store quickly, stood on the street, gritted her teeth, and called Duan Yunmeng. Afterwards, she scolded her head and face, "Duan Yunmeng, you are the one who collected the rent from the handicraft shop on the Pedestrian Street?"

There was a moment of silence, "Yes!"

"Then do you have the money to transfer the ownership of the house to me?"

"...I exchanged the gambling debt for you, and there is not much left."

"give it to me."

"Qiao Ying is pregnant, the fetal position is not good, and she needs money."

"That's your business! Is that how you are filial to me? Are you going to lower my standard of living for your evil sons?"

There was another silence over there, "From now on, I will put [-] on your card every month. As long as you don't play cards, your living standard will not drop. If you lose again, I won't care about it."

Duan Yunmeng was about to hang up the phone after finishing speaking, but he heard hysterical shouts over there, "Duan Yunmeng, you are forcing me to die, right? Okay, I will die for you right now. You forced me to die for a woman. Dead mother, I think you still have the face to live!"