Assassin Merry Online Games

Chapter 1132 The True Mortal Heart (2)
Hu Lai has some memories in this residential area. I remember that when he just graduated, Hu Lai rented a house in this area. It was also at that time that he met that group of people and the person who taught him a lot.Coming back here again, Hu Lai was more affectionate, even faintly excited.

Po Jun got out of the car without saying anything, and led the way for Hu Lai in front, Zi Zi still followed behind Hu Lai without saying a word, following Po Jun's footsteps, Hu Lai became more and more familiar, and when he got to the back, Hu Lai was completely There was no need for Po Jun to lead the way, and he almost ran to a dilapidated old courtyard house.

This yard is very familiar to Hu Lai, who is so familiar that he can't be more familiar with it. Hu Lai is very clear that this is the most important place where he can learn games and make money. There is also a person that Hu Lai is very, very familiar with living in this place.

Looking at the middle-aged man sitting on the stone pier at the door smoking, with a stubbled face, Hu Lai could almost tell who he was at a glance.

"Yilian Wumeng, how are you doing recently?" It was still the same polite words, but when Hu Lai swept over Yilian Wumeng's wrinkled face, there was not much joy in meeting him.

There are a lot more white hairs than the last time I saw it, which makes people suspect that the person sitting here is not a middle-aged man who is only 40 years old, but a wrinkled old man who is 60 years old.

Yilian Wumeng was not as presumptuous as joking with Hu Lai before, she raised her red eyes that were smoky and asked Hu Lai, "Why are you here, kid?"

In a blink of an eye, he saw Po Jun behind Hu Lai again, as if he understood something, he said to Po Jun, "Sun Zihao, didn't I tell you? Don't waste your energy. This is Xiaofan life!"

"Uncle, you can't say that. I've already raised enough money, and I'm stepping up to apply for a passport. When the passport is ready, I'll take him abroad for surgery right away." When Wumeng said this, she was not angry, as if she had gotten used to it long ago.

Unexpectedly, Yilian Wumeng didn't accept Sun Zihao's friendship at all, and said to Sun Zihao: "Young man, I know how you feel now, but no matter what you say, I will never agree to you. Even if I promise you, boy Fan also won't agree to you. It's useless to waste so much money just to live for two more years. You don't know Xiaofan every day..."

Speaking of this, a curtain of dreamless tears had already fallen silently, but Hu Lai, who was standing by the side, gradually understood.

Some tremblingly asked Yilian Wumeng, a middle-aged man whose real name was Zhang Dazhuang: "Old Zhang, are you talking about Zhang Fan? Your son, that brat?!"

For Zhang Dazhuang's son, Hu Lai has only met a few times, and he is not very familiar with him. Hu Lai does not have a lot of impressions of that pale child. He only remembers that when Hu Lai was here before, he was in college. the first year.Hu Lai only saw him four or five times during the one or two years here, but he left a deep impression on Hu Lai, with his slender body and pale complexion, but those eyes were full of bright colors.

(End of this chapter)