I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Sister Duanmu, you are so beautiful, have you ever thought about becoming a star?"

Spring and Autumn Washington.

Watching the reality show on TV, Wu Sheng couldn't bear to be lonely and started to come up with some weird ideas again.

"You can earn money just by eating, drinking, playing and fighting. Isn't it more comfortable than being a bodyguard for Jiang Chen?"

He didn't know Jiang Chen's name yesterday, but he knew it today.

It could only be Duanmu Liuli who told him.

Ever since Jiang Chen and Li Shurui left in the morning, the two have been staying together inseparable and have never left the house.

Looking at Duanmu Liuli's face, the boy became more and more excited, "Sister Duanmu, look at your own conditions, none of the female stars above can compare to you."

Today he was quite honest and didn't cause any trouble, but his mouth was restless.

"As long as my sister helps you run things, I guarantee that you will definitely become famous! Look at the stars above, how impressive and glamorous they are. If you follow Jiang Chen, isn't it like playing mahjong with a Gatling gun? How much money does he pay you a day?"

His mouth was like a Gatling gun, chattering non-stop, but Duanmu Liuli remained unmoved, staring at the giant-screen TV embedded in the wall without saying a word.

After talking for a long time without getting any response, Wu Sheng felt a little depressed, or a little annoyed, but after spending so much time with the other party today, he understood his character a little better.

"Sister Duanmu, when did you follow Jiang Chen? When my sister asked you to follow him, did she give you any instructions?"

The boy suddenly changed the subject and tried to ask questions.

Curiosity strikes again.

Also.

This is human nature.

What's more, he is still a teenager.

"No."

Duanmu Liuli replied with two words, at least she didn't pretend to be deaf and dumb anymore.

"Does my sister know that he has a girlfriend?"

Wu Sheng asked hurriedly.

With his clever brain, he spent a whole day thinking about it but still couldn't come up with a reasonable plot.

motherfucker.

It's more brain-burning than making damn geometry.

Duanmu Liuli stopped talking again.

  Maybe this question is too meaningless and too stupid?

The East China Sea is Lan Peizhi's home ground. Even Wu Sheng, who ran away from home, knew to come here to seek refuge with his elder sister. Could anything that happened here escape the eyes and ears of his elder sister?

What's more, Jiang Chen didn't hide anything at all and brought him here.

Wu Sheng understood this simple logic, but what was going on between my elder sister and the man named Jiang?

Could it be that the elder sister agreed that the man surnamed Jiang could look for the younger one?

Mother!

  Is that guy so charming?

How come he can't quite see it?

But there is one thing.

There must be some money.

  But does my sister need money?

Wu Sheng firmly believed that his sister would not be so superficial.

"Sister Duanmu, can you lend me your phone? I want to call my sister."

The Martial Saint forced a pure smile that suited his age.

Such a request is definitely not excessive, as we are not guarding prisoners.

Duanmu Liuli took out her cell phone from her pocket.

"Thank you!"

Wu Sheng immediately stood up and took the phone from her hand, then walked away, almost to the restaurant, before he stealthily dialed his sister's number.

"Sister, it's me!"

He held the phone tightly and lowered the voice.

"explain."

Lan Peizhi's laughter was dull and lacked the warmth and tenderness that a sister should have for her brother.

But the Martial Saint didn't mind at all; he was used to it.

"Sister, Jiang Chen actually has a girlfriend, did you know about this?"

It was quiet over there for a while.

"you there?"

"Yup!"

Wu Sheng immediately said, "Sister, you can't indulge him like this! If my parents knew about this, they would... be so heartbroken for you!"

This kid.

Don't care when you run away from home.

At this time, I remembered my parents.

Lampechi had no explanation.

With her personality, how could she possibly explain?

  Besides, can all explanations make sense?

Many people only believe what they want to believe.

For example, the Martial Saint.

In his opinion, the first time his sister brought a person of the opposite sex home to meet his parents, the relationship must be special.

In fact, this kind of thinking is not wrong.

After all, when he returned to the village, although he didn't say anything explicitly, Jiang's behavior from head to toe was that of a live-in son-in-law.

As the bride's family member, when I suddenly saw that the man had another woman, how could I not stand up for my sister?

"But sister, you can rest assured that I, your brother, will never be a villain who leaks information."

The Martial Saint then made a solemn promise, but soon, he changed into a look of pain.

"But sister, you can't be confused!"

Lan Peizhi did not interrupt him, thus giving the boy a chance to perform. He then tentatively said, "

"Sister, do you feel that you are too old, so you..."

"Give the phone back to Duanmu."

Lan Peizhi finally spoke, and this time he didn't even disown his relatives. There seemed to be an undercurrent surging under his calm voice, and a hint of chill was spreading.

really.

No matter how strong a woman is, she cannot overcome the barrier of age.

The Martial Saint must have realized that his concern had caused him to speak without thinking, and he wanted to slap himself in the ears.

  What nonsense are you talking about?!

Even if my elder sister is indeed a little older than the one named Jiang, how can my elder sister be inferior to those little girls in terms of conditions?

Whether it's the face.

skin.

figure.

Or temperament...

  Everyone will grow old, but for women, the most important thing is not youth, but the charm that will never fade with time~!

If Jiang Chen knew what this kid was thinking, he would definitely be shocked.

This guy is no longer a little kid. In his understanding of women, he is even several levels ahead of many adults.

"Sister, in my heart, you will always be the most beautiful woman in the world. No matter which man you choose, it must be the blessing that guy's ancestors have prayed for for eight lifetimes!"

The Martial Saint hurried to remedy the situation, or rather, seized the opportunity to express his feelings.

have to say.

Although it is a bit too flattering, it is still quite touching.

Isn’t this the significance of having a second or third child?

"Don't make me say it a second time."

"Got it!"

Wu Sheng was as if he had received an imperial decree and dared not to hesitate any longer. No matter how much his father Wu Guangjiang complained, it was just a lot of noise and no action would hurt him at all. But it was different for his elder sister.

He had no doubt that his sister would be so cruel as to break his legs and then reattach them afterwards.

Without even daring to say goodbye to his sister, Wu Sheng quickly hung up the phone.

That end.

The seemingly hard-hearted Blood Guanyin put down her phone, but the heartfelt words of the Martial Saint were still echoing in her ears.

Sister, in my heart, you will always be the most beautiful woman in the world...

That face that could make people tremble with fear suddenly rippled, like the surface of a lake melting with ice, revealing a trace of ripples.

Look.

Even the most brutal woman.

It is also impossible to completely resist the disturbance of sweet words.

"Thanks, sis."

After finishing the conversation with his sister, Wu Sheng walked back and returned the phone to Duanmu Liuli.

Although he was not very polite to Jiang Chen, he was still very polite and sweet-mouthed to his elder sister's junior sister.

Perhaps he was not in the mood to watch variety shows, so Wu Sheng did not sit down again. He glanced at the TV and said, "I'm going out for a walk." Duanmu Liuli said nothing, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

It's obvious that he intends to accompany you.

Wu Sheng laughed helplessly, "My sister, I won't run away. I don't have any money on me, so where can I run to? I just went out to get some fresh air. I feel... so depressed~"

What he said should be the truth, but Duanmu Liuli would never listen to him and stood up without saying a word.

The Martial Saint had no other choice but to sigh heavily: "Okay, let's go then."

One big and one small went out at sunset.

"Oh my god, sister, do you know what car that is? A Bentley Flying Spur!"

"I hit a DJ, a Rolls-Royce Shining, in two colors!"

Strolling around the community, one can hear the martial saint's exclamations one after another.

"Carrera 4S, these wheels are so cool!"

It has nothing to do with urban or rural areas.

It’s no wonder he made a fuss. Anyone would be shocked to see these top luxury cars at such a high density.

And how many city kids can name these car models so accurately one by one.

Based on this point alone, this kid Wu Sheng has more knowledge than most people.

In backward rural areas, it is definitely impossible to cultivate such vision. Driving a Mercedes-Benz E300 back to the village can bring honor to the family. This is all due to the developed Internet, which indiscriminately distributes information to all classes.

"Jiang Chen's house is worth more than 10 million, right? The people living here are really fucking rich!"

Wu Sheng reacted belatedly. Through these fierce cars that he had only seen on the Internet before, he initially realized how deep the water in this residential area was. At the same time, it also further deepened his understanding of Jiang Chen's financial resources.

He stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "I do have some money."

Men, regardless of age, are born with a love for cars, but Duanmu Liuli ignored it and it seemed that in her eyes, the various green plants in Chunqiu Huafu were more attractive than those eye-catching luxury cars.

"BMW M8, 4.4T, V8, my dream car. When I turn , I must buy one!"

A traditional gasoline car is coming towards us, which can reach 3 km/h in more than seconds. In terms of instantaneous acceleration, it is not much inferior to an electric car.

The fiery red exterior makes this rare performance supercar even more dazzling and aloof.

"how much is it?"

Duanmu Liuli looked at the BMW M8 driving in front of her and rarely said a word.

"Add some configuration and land at 300w."

Wu Sheng is indeed quite knowledgeable about cars, but isn’t his tone a little too casual?

"do you have?"

Duanmu Liuli then asked.

like.

It’s better not to speak.

Eighteen years old and 300w are two completely unrelated words. Many people cannot earn such wealth in their entire life.

Wu Sheng, who ran away from home and went to Donghai to sell his cell phone to avoid sleeping on the streets, was not embarrassed at all.

"I don't have any. I can ask my sister to buy it for me."

Ok.

Children who have a sister are blessed.

But it might make life hard for my brother-in-law.

But it's okay.

Lan Peizhi is obviously not a demon.

As they were talking, the two of them were getting closer and closer to the BMW M8. When they separated from the car, Wu Sheng took one last reluctant glance at it. Just when the two were about to cross paths, the M8 that had returned from outside actually stopped.

Martial Saint accident.

The m8 stopped steadily, and then the door opened. Looking at the face in the driver's seat, Wu Sheng's pupils suddenly dilated.

"Wow! Pei Yunxi!"

The popular actress did not mind the boy's rudeness and greeted Duanmu Liuli.

"Miss Duanmu."

Duanmu Liuli nodded as a response.

Wu Sheng's brain worked very quickly and he immediately realized that the two knew each other. As for how they knew each other, he didn't care about it now.

That’s Pei Yunxi.

A prominent figure among female stars.

A star among stars.

  All the kids in their school regard Pei Yunxi as their goddess?

of course.

He is also included.

As a junior high school student, she already has aesthetic ability. Pei Yunxi's beauty is not common or vulgar, just like the white moonlight that you look up at while sitting in the village late at night.

And now the white moonlight suddenly fell in front of him.

Wu Sheng couldn't help himself and immediately moved closer to the car door. "I'm a junior high school student. Can you take a picture with me?"

After saying that, he remembered and added, "I'm also your fan."

"..."

"..."

There was silence for a moment.

then.

Pei Yunxi actually opened the car door and got out of the car.

No matter how immature Wu Sheng is, no matter how knowledgeable he is when talking about relationships, and no matter how many girlfriends he has had in school, he is still a teenager after all.

Even Jiang Chen was at a loss when he saw Pei Yunxi for the first time, let alone him.

This is the Venus in the minds of men of all ages.

The boy even started rubbing his hands nervously and quickly moved to the side. He no longer had the confidence and composure he had last night while eating skewers and chatting and laughing with his four sisters.

"What day is it?"

"First, second year of junior high school."

Ok.

They all started to stutter.

The Martial Saint cursed himself in his heart for being a coward, but he really couldn't control his body.

Junior high school students still have advantages.

Pei Yunxi, who was said to be aloof and difficult to approach, easily agreed to his request to take a photo.

"Sister, can you take a picture for us?"

I don’t have a mobile phone.

The Martial Saint could only speak to Duanmu Liuli.

  sister?

Pei Yunxi heard how he addressed Duanmu Liuli.

Duanmu Liuli was not as stingy as someone else and took a photo of the two of them.

"Do you need an autograph?"

What?

Listening to the words proactively proposed by the national idol, Wu Sheng even wondered if he was hallucinating.

  It was really worth running away from home this time!

Take the signed photo back, and which little bastard in school dares to disobey me?

"Yes! Yes!"

He nodded quickly.

"Did you bring a pen?"

"No, wait for me, I'll go back and get it."

The Martial Saint couldn't wait.

"Why don't we go to my house?" Pei Yunxi said to Duanmu Liuli, "It's closer."

"it is good!"

Without giving Duanmu Liuli a chance to vote, Wu Sheng agreed immediately, like a chicken in the village pecking at rice.

Go sightseeing at Pei Yunxi's house.

This is worth how long he will brag about it.

"boarding."

"Let's go, sis."

Wu Sheng urged Duanmu Liuli, and he quickly went around to the passenger side and opened the door.

Although the m8 is a two-door coupe, it also has four seats.

This kid was very considerate and took the initiative to move to the cramped back row.

Since he had already gotten on, Duanmu Liuli had no choice but to follow him in the car.

The fiery red M8 restarted, creating a brilliant color in the sunset. (End of this chapter)