mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 568 A Coincidence Happened

After teaching his son, the old man leaning on a civilized stick stared at Xiao Feng and Zhao Guoan, and said angrily, "You two, let's not waste everyone's time here, shall we?"

Combined with the old man's expression and tone, the implication is clearly saying: You are not qualified to enter, so get out of here!

The little girl couldn't stand the old man's yin and yang, so she put her hands on her hips and said angrily: "Don't think that wearing a gold chain will make a whole group of people embrace you. Today I will show you how we got in."

After finishing speaking, he strode towards the gate of the temple.

Naturally, Huiyi wouldn't stop her, she smiled and nodded at the little girl, and let her go through the road.

The old man was slightly taken aback. At his age, it can be said that he is better than a fox with fur. Through this, he immediately realized that Xiao Feng and others might not be easy.

Of course, there may be acquaintances in the temple.

But in any case, it is definitely not worth it to go to war because of such a trivial matter.

"Go." Xiao Feng greeted, leading a group of people straight into the temple gate.

"Old Xiao, we should say hello to Huiyi, and directly disqualify these people from entering the arena, and let them lose face severely." Zhao Guoan said indignantly.

For Bi Junxian's behavior of calling him "brother", Zhao Guoan has always been worried about it until now, so he wanted to encourage Xiao Feng to vent his anger on his behalf.

As long as Xiao Feng keeps an eye on this group of people, it is almost certain that Bi Junxian and his group will end their trip disastrously.

Xiao Feng chuckled lightly: "There's no need for that, people are also here to participate in the auction, well, the auction is about who is richer, you understand what I mean?"

"You mean... let's get the place back at the auction?" Zhao Guoan hesitated and said, "It's okay, but the price we paid is a bit too high."

If it was a real relic, Zhao Guoan felt that it would be okay to spend some money, but when he was at the door, Huiyi had already pointed out that the relics auctioned this time were probably fakes.

Spend sky-high prices to buy fakes just to vent your breath?

Zhao Guoan felt that this kind of fact was too stupid. If he really wanted to do this, he would probably be regarded as a black history and let the little girl talk about it all day long.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from not far away: "Why are you here?"

Everyone looked along the source of the sound, and saw a woman wearing a denim coat on her upper body, jeans on her lower body, and a pair of Martin boots, walking towards her with a look of surprise.

"Sister Jinghan, why are you here?" The little girl ran to meet her.

Zhen Jinghan came over on the arm of the little girl, and explained: "I was notified temporarily. The company said that I had received an invitation to an event, and it was in Juyou Town. I have nothing to do, so I came to take a look." .”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhao Guoan nervously: "You...you don't blame me for not telling you in advance, do you?"

"No." Zhao Guoan smiled freely, "I didn't tell you in advance."

As soon as the words fell, I felt something hit my lower back.

Turning around, I saw a shiny bald head with a table of eight immortals on his shoulders.

At this time, the monk seemed to wake up suddenly, and quickly apologized: "Sorry benefactor, the little monk was distracted just now, and accidentally bumped into the benefactor. I hope the benefactor will forgive me."

The monk knew very well that everyone in the temple was either rich or noble and could not be offended, so their attitude was naturally more cautious than usual.

"It's okay." Zhao Guoan waved his hand to indicate it's okay.

I didn't hit too hard, and with the attitude of others, if I care about it again, it seems a bit too small-minded.

The monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and prepared to leave, but he couldn't help wondering: what was he thinking just now?

This kind of situation can't be more common, it's like something you were still thinking about one moment, but the next moment you forget it completely, and then after a few minutes, you don't know why, and suddenly you remember the thing you were thinking about .

However, that's not the point.

The point is that when the monk was so puzzled and distracted to think about why he was distracted just now, his hand slipped, and the table on his shoulder fell directly to the ground, hitting Zhao Guoan's feet.

"what!"

Zhao Guoan let out a scream, and he never expected that the monk who had just apologized to himself would come and attack him suddenly.

The monk's face turned pale immediately, this is really a disaster!
Immediately, he quickly bowed and apologized, with a look of sincerity and fear.

The attention of the people around was suddenly attracted, and they didn't understand what happened.

Just when Zhao Guoan couldn't help but want to ask the monk what he was going to do, Xiao Feng leaned into his ear and said in a low voice: "Maybe it was your words just now that made Zhen Jinghan feel hurt in her heart, and then, "Coincidentally "It happened."

Zhao Guoan was stunned for a moment before realizing that Xiao Feng was referring to his own sentence: Didn't I tell you in advance.

Driven by the desire to survive, he didn't care about the monk who apologized to him.

Zhao Guoan hastily explained to Zhen Jinghan who came up to care about him: "I didn't know about the auction in advance when I came here this time, and I didn't receive an invitation, so I didn't tell you in advance."

Zhen Jinghan, as if she didn't hear it, asked with concern, "Are your feet okay?"

"No, you listen to me first." Zhao Guoan said seriously: "I didn't tell you in advance that I came here, not because I deliberately wanted to hide it from you."

Zhen Jinghan continued to care and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Are you listening to me?"

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"..." Zhao Guoan.

This fucking conversation is not on the same channel at all.

The little girl couldn't stand it anymore, pulled Zhen Jinghan up, and explained: "Old Zhao just said that he didn't deliberately not tell you that he came here."

Zhen Jinghan looked puzzled: "What's the matter here, the temple is not an indecent place."

However, having said that, my heart is still relatively sweet, and the dissatisfaction just now has disappeared.

"Old Zhao, it's not easy for you." Xiao Feng patted Zhao Guoan's shoulder and sighed.

At the beginning, everyone sympathized with Zhen Jinghan, such a woman with a good personality, but her fate was ill-fated. She experienced the pain of losing her husband twice at a young age, and she had to carry the big pot of Kefu.

But now it seems that Zhen Jinghan is the most worthy of sympathy, but those two rich bosses who died young.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Three long and distant bells sounded, interrupting the footsteps of those who wanted to come over to watch.

An old monk in cassock came out of the main hall, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it is a great honor to welcome so many distinguished guests to the temple today. Please move into the hall, the old monk will personally pray for you. "

As soon as this remark came out, the wealthy people also ignored the crowd and ate melons, and walked towards the main hall with smiles, among them was Bi Junxian.

Before entering the main hall, this rich young man with a big gold chain still gave Xiao Feng and Zhao Guoan a fierce look.

Especially when he saw Zhao Guoan squatting on the ground with a painful expression on his face, there was a touch of gloating in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)