The super soldier king of the stunning president

Chapter 1160 Mantou with pickles (4 chapters)
"Angkor, there is someone outside who wants to visit you. It is the person who asked me to bring the nameplate last time."

Not long after Wu Di sat on the table to eat breakfast, the security guard at the door quickly ran in to report.

"Song Xianghui?"

Wu Di frowned, secretly thinking about the reason why this guy came here.

In the end, he nodded and signaled his men to leave.

"You guys talk first, let's avoid it first."

Su Qingmei picked up the unfinished bowl of porridge, turned around and entered the house.

Jiang Churou and Lin Xiaoxiao, who had just been rescued from the mutants and was now a new member of the family, all left after him.

At the dining table, only Wu Di was left alone.

He was neither salty nor bland, and he didn't turn his head to look at the door that came in from the outside, and ate it bite by bite.

He found that Su Qingmei's cooking skills were becoming more and more exquisite, and many of them seemed to be similar to usual, but after careful attention, he found that the taste had changed slightly.

"Hehe, I just had breakfast, it seems that I came in time."

Song Xianghui came in and took a look at Wu Di who was eating at the table, and greeted him with a smile.

"Third Young Master, here we come, let's sit and have breakfast together!"

Wu Di said hello, stood up and was about to get the bowls and chopsticks.

"Haha, I happen to have never eaten breakfast, so I'm not welcome!"

Song Xianghui was not polite, and walked over and sat directly beside Wu Di.

"Third Young Master, I don't have any abalone or bird's nest here. What I have is rice porridge, steamed buns and pickles for ordinary people. I hope you don't mind!" Wu Di came over with a bowl of porridge and said politely.

"Why are you being polite to me? Haven't I never eaten steamed buns and plain porridge?"

Song Xianghui said with a smile, grabbed a big white steamed bun on the table and tore it open in the middle to fill it with pickles, "Steamed buns with pickles taste really good."

"Heh, Third Young Master is still a joker!" Wu Di joked with a smile.

"Well, it tastes really good."

Song Xianghui took a big bite, showing an intoxicated expression on his face, "Don't tell me, the combination of steamed buns and pickles is a perfect match in the world. I wouldn't change a catty of stewed pork belly with me."

"Ha ha."

Wu Di smiled lightly, "If you like it, order it as many times as you like. I don't have delicacies from mountains and seas in Wu Di's house, but steamed buns and pickles are still enough."

Song Xianghui was really blunt, he ate big mouthfuls, he seemed to enjoy it very much, and he didn't look disgusted at all.

He is really enjoying the deliciousness of the food, not wasting the food.

Wu Di didn't speak, and was quietly tasting the delicious food.

"call--"

Wu Di took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and not to get confused.

……

"Third Young Master, can you now tell me what is the purpose of coming here?"

After breakfast, Wu Di asked out the doubts in his heart.

"Ha ha."

Song Xianghui smiled lightly, and said directly without hiding anything: "If you don't believe me if I say I'll just come to your house for breakfast, then I'll ask you the truth."

"Let's talk." Wu Di understood Song Xianghui's purpose in his heart, but he didn't want to say it out loud.

"I heard that you took more than 100 brothers to sea a while ago, and none of them have come back. I want to know what happened to you when you went out? It made them all become martyrs of our Good Fortune Gate." Song Xianghui asked.

"Ha ha."

Wu Di couldn't help but sneered when he heard the words, thinking that Song Xianghui would have the face to ask this question.

Why can't you come back?
Didn't he spend money to hire mercenaries to come and assassinate him?

There is no shame in asking such a question.

"Third Young Master, didn't you say that you should be honest and not hypocritical?" Wu Di didn't answer, but questioned suspiciously instead.

"Do you think I'm hypocritical?" Song Xianghui narrowed his eyes and looked at Wu Di.

"You understand it yourself!"

Wu Di sneered and said, "Since you're sitting here, something should have happened. Do you still need to ask yourself?"

"Are you blaming me for all the crimes?" Song Xianghui was not confused, and immediately pointed out the problem.

"Third Young Master, do you dare to say that so many people can't come back, and it's not because of you?"

Wu Di didn't bother to let others know, so he pointed out the problem directly.

"If you think you have it, then you have it!"

Song Xianghui smiled and agreed, "Also, such an important matter is related to my life and death. Do you think it is possible for me to just sit and wait for death without taking any action?"

"You are so cruel!" Wu Di said with anger on his face.

"Cruel?"

Song Xianghui sneered, and said without the slightest guilt: "No, I think this is the reality. In reality, it is always so cruel, and nothing is beautiful. Including eating, if you don't grow crops, If you don’t farm, and if you don’t work with others, you will starve to death!”

"That's right."

Wu Di nodded first, and then said again: "But isn't it too cruel for you to do this? After all, they are all your fellow students and your family members. They didn't die at the hands of outsiders, but instead died at the hands of their own people." hands."

"Ha ha……"

Song Lihui sneered again, and said coldly without a trace of emotion: "If your batch of goods is successfully delivered to the country, my elder brother's strength will increase, and there will be countless supporters in my family. In addition to losing all my supporters, I will also lose my own life. What do you think?" Isn't that cruel?"

When Song Xianghui said this, he stared straight at Wu Di, and asked coldly, "Or do you think their life is life, but mine is not life?"

"Ah--"

Wu Di laughed and said nothing.

Song Xianghui was right, people are afraid of death, if you don't want to be killed by others, then take the lead in killing others asynchronously.

In the face of death, only being able to live is the most important thing.

As for the rest, go to hell!
"You really surprised me!"

Song Xianghui withdrew his excessive emotions, and brought the topic back to Wu Di, "I thought I knew you well enough. Unexpectedly, you still made me dumb. This taste is like eating Coptis chinensis and opening my mouth It’s not enough to relieve it, I can only shut my mouth and cry silently.”

"Ha ha."

Wu Di still smiled lightly, and cleverly turned his attention away from himself, "Third Young Master, you came here and told me so much, and revealed so much privacy, so you are not afraid that I will turn around and betray you gone?"

"Not afraid!"

Song Xianghui grinned and said with a particularly bright smile: "Although you are not my friend or my person, you are definitely not the kind of person who is good at stabbing people in the back."

"You mean I like to fight with real swords and guns?"

Wu Di grinned, "Then you are not afraid that I will kill you suddenly? You must know that I am full of resentment towards you now, and I may kill you at any time!"

(End of this chapter)