Bug Master In Doomsday

"It's numb?!" Wang Mang patted his thigh, sitting in the back of the electric car and thinking about it. It seemed...it was a bit numb, but he had always talked to Xiaoying like this before.

This world seems to have never erupted in the end times. He and Xiaoying were admitted to the same university smoothly.

Seeing Xiaoying's optimistic look, it seems that the family has not gone through that change, so he should have come to a parallel time and space, right? Only his own soul replaced Wang Mang in this world.

Two teams of lovers and two electric cars, when they stopped at the door of the Little Sheep Hot Pot restaurant that Li Xiaonian said, Wang Mang saw a person who was very familiar.

The man also happened to see Wang Mang. When he saw the guest away, he smiled heartily, strode to Wang Mang and patted him on the shoulder happily.

"Brother Mang, you are here. My mother came yesterday and told me that your dad has contracted another factory. Now you are a rich second generation."

Wang Hu, in a casual outfit, still has a simple face, but his face is a little more sophisticated and vicissitudes. He joked about Wang Mang, and a waiter inside hurried out, leaning on his side and muttering twice. Sentence, Wang Hu nodded slightly, indicating that he knew.

He took out the cigarette case and gave Wang Mang a good cigarette, still with that happy smile on his face.

"Brother Mang, there are a few official figures in the private room on the second floor. Let me greet you. Don't be polite to me today. All the consumption is mine."

Wang Hu confessed a few words to the waiter beside him, and then strode up to the second floor.

"Ahu, the boss is really tired, but now it is indeed much busier than when he first opened."

Liu Ying stroked the messy strands of hair in front of her forehead and held Wang Mang's arm very naturally, "Let's go, let's not be polite with him, and quickly find a place to sit down."

Li Xiaonian looked at Wang Mang with surprise on his face, "Unexpectedly, Wang Mang, as a college roommate who has been with you day and night for a year, I have been kept in the dark by you for so long, and your now rich second-generation identity has finally been exposed. Got it."

Li Xiaonian's mouth was full of smirk, and he continued evilly: "As compensation, massage will be indispensable later."

Wang Mang, who had not spoken all the time, chuckled twice, and casually said a few words. After the four of them found a table and started eating hot pot, the conversation never stopped.

While Wang Mang talked a few paragraphs while avoiding the most important things, making the three of them laugh. Most of the time, he listened to the small talk between Xiaoying and Li Xiaonian.

"Sister Ying, did your dad take a picture of the land next to the subway in our city?"

"En!" Liu Ying replied, carefully peeling off one shrimp, picking out the shrimp thread, then throwing it into Wang Mang's bowl, and then peeling the second one.

When she was peeling the shrimp, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Wang Mang as if she felt psychologically. Dai's brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were a little worried and said: "Brother Mang, do you have anything upsetting today? How happy?"

"Oh, isn't it?" Wang Mang regained his senses abruptly and responded. Seeing Xiaoying's concerned gaze, he was a little helpless. He could not say that he had just crossed over from another world and he was still a little uncomfortable now.

If this is true, it is estimated that this hot pot will not be eaten, Xiaoying should insist on pulling herself to the hospital to have a look to see if she has a conjecture due to excessive mental stress.