God-level Selection System

The six hundred and sixth chapter is the most ambiguous!

no doubt.

This was made by Ye Chen deliberately, and everyone present knew what it meant.

It's healing.

Generally, people have to undress and undress and have a blind date.

Especially the place where Lin Shiyin hurts, although it is not considered the private part of her daughter's home, it is not a place that ordinary people can touch.

If it is not deliberately done, I am afraid no one will believe it.

"Foster father, you are..."

After figuring out the mystery, even Shangguan Haitang was a little bit dumbfounded.

She didn't expect that her foster father would have this hand.

Originally, Lin Shiyin had witnessed the death of Long Xiaoyun and his son in front of him, and his hatred of Li Xunhuan had reached its peak.

But Ye Chen severely injured Lin Shiyin with a palm.

And the only person present who will take care of her injuries is Li Xunhuan...

This is just great.

Three days of face-to-face contact, **** clothes, skin-to-skin blind dates, I am afraid that what should happen and what should not happen will happen.

At that time, whether he can win Lin Shiyin's heart depends on Li Xunhuan himself.

"Master Hou..."

Li Xunhuan was also a little dumbfounded at the moment.

Especially Ye Chen's narrow eyes seemed to say "Sao Nian, I am optimistic about you!"

It made him even more impulsive to escape.

As if not aware of Li Xunhuan’s embarrassment, Ye Chen said quietly, “Li Tanhua, there is only one chance. Hearing Benhou’s advice, the way to make a woman forget her pain quickly is to start a new relationship quickly. To make Miss Lin forget today’s hatred, it depends on whether you work hard enough!"

Having said that, Chao Shangguan Haitang and Mei Changsu nodded.

"Let's go."

As for Lin Xian'er not far away.

Sorry, I was completely ignored.

The latter can be considered self-aware, and did not come out.

Otherwise, the above-mentioned Guan Haitang's character doesn't mind to tidy up, this person is a slut!

…………

The matter of Li Xunhuan also disrupted the original plan.

The Zhuo family of Tianquan Villa, who should have appeared in Xingyun Village, did not arrive as scheduled.

but.

This didn't affect Ye Chen's finding of Zhuo's family, especially since they are still in a place like Beijing.

In the capital.

In addition to Dongchang Jinyiwei who has the most spies, Hulong Mountain Villa's manpower is also not bad, even in the vast capital, it is easy to find the person you want to find.

And this time.

Surprisingly, it is the most luxurious restaurant in the capital.

In restaurants, storytellers are usually invited to add fun and enhance the atmosphere.

Although this restaurant is big, there is no exception.

but.

Compared with ordinary storytellers, the combination in front of them is a bit strange.

It is an old man with white hair and blue shirt with dry smoke in his hand. There is also a granddaughter who must be his granddaughter, wearing two **** and bright braids, and a pair of watery eyes. It is darker and brighter than braids.

The grandfather and grandson seem to be a bit rustic, but they are not stage fright.

Facing the various diners in the restaurant, he cleared his throat and prepared to start the performance.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about today?"

Hearing what the braid girl said, many diners put down their chopsticks and showed interest.

The ancestors and grandchildren can be regarded as small and famous among the major restaurants in the capital. These few days are all the recent major events in the rivers and lakes, or the rumors and anecdotes of some people in the rivers and lakes. For the diners, it’s much more interesting than some of the talented and beautiful ladies and young ladies.

"Ahem."

The old man took a mouthful of dry smoke and spit out his eyes, but said faintly: "Today, let's not talk about the major events in the martial arts, let's talk about an interesting event that happened more than ten years ago."

"Oh?"

The girl with braids rolled her eyes and smiled immediately: "Grandpa, what's the funny thing?"

"It's the Xie family of Ning Guohou, and a past of the Zhuo family of Tianquan Villa. You know... When the eldest princess of the Xie family was pregnant, she happened to pray for blessings in a temple. Coincidentally, Tianquan that day Mountain Villa Zhuo’s family, Zhuo Dingfeng’s wife, also prayed for his forthcoming child in the temple."

The old man's eloquence is good, and although the braid girl is young, she always follows the old man to tell stories, and naturally she cooperates well.

With the two of them working together, this old story also made the diners on the scene listen with gusto.

When it came to the two competing for the only child left, the old man suddenly stopped.

The girl with braids quickly asked: "Grandpa, what happened then?"

"Later."

The old man narrowed his eyes, revealing an unexplained smile, and said indifferently: "Later, the emperor caused this incident, and the emperor was also a little embarrassed, so he could only swipe the pen and sentence the child to be shared by the two families. He named him Xiao Jingrui, and from then on... the two families who were not at all entangled at first began to communicate with each other, and even the young owner of Tianquan Villa, the elder brother of Xiao Jingrui Xiao, also married the daughter of the Xie family."

"It's a good talk for the two families to kiss each other!"

"it is good!"

When the diners heard this, they also congratulated themselves.

In a certain wing of the restaurant, the faces of a father and son were a little weird.

"father."

The young man among them frowned slightly: "These storytellers have arbitrarily disclosed my Zhuo family affairs to the public. It is simply outrageous. See if I don't go out and teach them!"

Obviously, the two are the Zhuo family father and son in the story.

Zhuo Dingfeng, the owner of Tianquan Villa, and Zhuo Qingyao, the owner of the young owner.

As the storyteller said, Zhuo Qingyao married Xie Qi, the daughter of the Xie family. It happened that his wife was pregnant and missed her family. Zhuo Qingyao brought his wife and father to Xie's family to stay.

Secretly, in fact, by the way, he also handled some shameless private affairs for the Xie family...

"come back--!"

Zhuo Dingfeng frowned, and quickly stopped his son. Compared to Zhuo Qingyao, Zhuo Dingfeng was also more sophisticated.

"You forgot, how did my father tell you that there are three types of people walking in the arena, and you can't provoke them casually?"

"Daddy, do you mean?"

Zhuo Qingyao naturally knew.

The so-called three types of people are the elderly, women and monks.

Among them, the elderly and women are relatively disadvantaged, and they do not have the skills to walk alone.

And the monk Tao.

Most of them come from the two schools of Wudang and Shaolin.

Even if it is not, I am afraid there is something we don't know.

"This old man is an old man, but he doesn't stumble in his footsteps when he acts. Mostly he has the skill to walk around... The most important thing is that he tells stories here. Most of them are things in the world. But when have you seen him? People who are not open to the world, dare to provoke this old man?"

Zhuo Dingfeng said solemnly.