Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 647 Faults

The dark black SUV drove up to one of the city's villages in the city – this is the address of Xiaoyan Zhumaolin.

There is a gambling father in the family, and the girl itself is particularly frugal, so she will live in such a simple place, it seems that it is not so unreasonable.

Zhu Maolin thought of an interesting thing at this time, that is, there is a time to write the bus on the stop sign of the bus stop... That is to say, there is no car or a car, just look at it and you know it. No. People will be really stupid waiting in the same place.

But when he found Xiaoxi, what was she doing?

She is trotting around the bus stop, jumping, seems to be doing some warm-up exercises - she is afraid that she really intends to spend the long night.

In fact, before Xiao Xiao left the advertising company, she could completely raise the difficult problem of not having a car. If she is not good, she can also ask Zhu Maolin to borrow a taxi. No one would mind the one hundred and a few dollars... but she chose the most stupid way.

Such a girl is coming out of a fairy tale?

The messy atmosphere in the advertising circle has long made the concept of Zhu Maolin quietly undergoing some changes.

Of course, this change may not be good - but it is obviously necessary for life. Therefore, when his ideas have been inertially used to think about a woman who is close to himself, the appearance of Xiao Yan seems to...has brought about some different impacts from the past.

Zhu Maolin also thinks of another point of view. When men are younger, they will be jealous and eager to mature women. But as a man... When we are mature, we prefer those who are not in the world.

“Have you lived here since you were young?” The car slowly stopped at the downstairs of a four-storey old building. The street lights were dim yellow, and there was a lack of power or a feeling that the light bulb was old.

Several unknown little flying insects are dancing under the lights at this time.

Xiao Yan shook his head and answered the question of Zhu Maolin. She quickly got out of the car, as if she didn't want to continue to add more trouble to Zhu Maolin. She apologized. "Thank you, this time."

Zhu Maolin simply shook his head and calmly said: "It is because I am also accumulating my own resources. Good advertising models are hard to find... very ok, but also some talent, there should be More development space. You should be investing in human debt now."

Xiao Yu’s glimpse, Zhu Maolin’s rhetoric is somewhat beyond her expectations – whether as a ‘small 璐’ or as another...

"Is this right? After I have officially entered the society for a long time..." Xiao Yan looked at Zhu Maolin in a complicated way. "The so-called maturity?"

"I believe that you will mature in the future." Zhu Maolin smiled lightly, then probed out and looked at the old building on the top of his head. "Isn't it still going up? If I get here, I am going to send you."

Xiao Yan quickly waved his hand and walked into the undefended stairway - even the light pipe of the corridor that was manually switched.

Zhu Maolin, also quietly drove the car and left this place.

Returning to the dark old house of Tiantai Mountain, a pair of cold ice, the eyes hidden in the black robe finally watched Zhu Maolin completely leave this place.

"He doesn't seem to mean anything?" Dazhe's voice rang coldly.

At the time, on the 18th, he suddenly turned around and looked at Dazhe. He said coldly: "How is your ability to transform into illusion?"

"How come you suddenly ask this?" Dazhe asked subconsciously.

On the 18th, he said: "Xiao Xiao needs a father who is very confusing, and you just played well."

"Big sister! You are still going to continue!" Dazhe is incredibly authentic... He feels that this is not like what he teaches to his novice. It seems that this 18th big sister is inexplicably struggling.

He didn't believe that a black soul messenger who had lived for a few years did not know how to use such a cumbersome and inefficient method... Is this too low?

"Do you have any opinions? In that case, I would like another way. Anyway, you did not have the obligation to listen to me." No. 18 said indifferently.

Dazhe shook his head: "I don't mean this. I said, I was not a good person. I don't want to contradict some of the so-called methods... I wonder, or we will thoroughly investigate it. Everything about this gold master? How do you know more and be able to make better judgments?"

Dazhe imagines that 18 will be able to understand what he means... As for 18, he has never taken the initiative to raise this matter. I am afraid it is because the speech at the beginning is too beautiful, and it is not good at this time, or it can’t be pulled down. Let him take the initiative to come.

On the 18th, I looked at Dazhe with deep thoughts and suddenly nodded. "Also, the work on collecting information was originally one of my duties. I will give you everything behind Zhu Maolin." Well, it’s just a practice. Of course, I won’t let you work. If this sale can be made, I will give you some of the results.”

So... isn't this going to the next step? Da Zhe smiled slightly and said in a light way: "This thing, let's talk about it later... Then I will think about where I should go and investigate."

As a matter of saying, Dazhe’s body was atomized, and on the 18th, it was just a newcomer who could not do well in flight. Now it has been able to atomize so well.

"How much practice did he do in the back..."

Her views on Dazhe have quietly changed. I unexpectedly feel that Dazhe is a black soul messenger who can get along with him.

"But... what happened to this bamboo forest?" No. 18 can clearly feel the moment of this man's heart. However, just for a moment, it became impregnable.

If he really loves his wife, this situation can explain the past... but he is in a weird way of getting along with his wife.

As Da Zhe said, it is really necessary to investigate it in depth. On the 18th, I was silent, looking subconsciously at the dark night like a void, muttering: "Master, he will not be the gold master who has deliberately approved this situation. If this is the case, Then..."

Master, is it already peeping into the future...?

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In the early hours of the morning, at 3:30, Zhu Maolin finally returned to his home.

After dragging the body that had been tired for a day, after washing in silence, he went to bed with his clothes. When he closed his eyes, he suddenly heard a squeaky voice.

"Well you up?" Zhu Maolin knows that this is Hou Chen's cold.

"I have never slept." Hou Chen said coldly.

After a while of silence, Zhu Maolin said: "That... sleep."

Unexpectedly, the wife did not turn around, but instead made her body closer. It was a warm body that had been buried in the bed for a long time... This warmth was completely different from the heat that had just been showered.

It is like a warm water with just the right temperature, gently cast on the body, and a thin layer of yarn is attached.

Zhu Maolin smelled the aroma of his wife's shampoo, and his lips had been kissed... the heavy breath was only exchanged between the two, and he could respond to the other's kiss with instinct without even thinking. Don't deliberately cooperate, because I have already practiced the number of times I don't know how many times.

The wife's enthusiasm is somewhat beyond the imagination of Zhu Maolin. It is like being ignited with magnesium strips. The moment of light and heat is driving the mature body of Hou Chenyu.

She immersed herself in the body of Zhu Maolin, but glared at her body, as if she did not want to leave the lips of the person who shared the bed.

She went to unlock the button of her husband's pajamas one by one, like the drizzle, and began to gently **** her husband's neck.

Finally, as a wife, her palms became uneasy after all. Hou Chen’s palm suddenly slipped into her husband’s pajama pants.

There is nothing unspeakable because they are legal and sympathetic couples, because this is a matter of humanity.

Because, they have already passed the so-called age of support... But Zhu Maolin knows that his wife rarely has such active behavior, which makes him feel a little confused.

Such gentleness, Zhu Maolin did not know how much he had spent years of hard work in exchange for it.

He finally sighed and whispered in a bitter voice: "Still... sleep."

Hou Chen’s cold was quiet, and the body seemed to be stiff... Time was still stagnant. When the time was turning again, as a wife, she rushed out of the quilt and looked at Zhu Maolin with desperate eyes. She turned her head and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of water screamed, and Zhu Maolin knew that the existence of these sounds was to cover up another voice.

But he couldn't, and he couldn't find a position he could use but stopped the hidden voice... because of his incompetence.

Yes - as a man who cannot fulfill his husband’s obligations.

But he is not losing the function as a man - or the function is still very normal, no matter what time. However, he has always been unable to respond to his wife.

When Hou Chen Han Han finally came out of the bathroom of the master bedroom, Zhu Maolin was no longer in this room.

He was lying on the sofa in the living room outside, who didn't sleep, wanted to sleep... Hou Chen was even unwilling to let himself think about this problem - she even wanted to forget all the roots of this pain.

Hou Chen’s cold eyes closed, and the contents of the flower cards that she had turned over naturally appeared in front of her eyes. This content flashed through her memory again and again, gradually clearing up - including her own love.

She didn't know how the price of this magical store was. She just felt that her own love of broken love is still of such value.

Hou Chen’s cold can’t remember how long it took for her and her husband’s time to be out of sync.

It turned out that the moment when the difference was synchronized, as always, only pain.

Across the door, the quiet living room suddenly heard the screaming sound coming from the room. Zhu Maolin finally covered his eyes with his arms.

In the early hours of the morning, 4:02.

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Early in the morning, the cemetery of the cemetery ushered in a man with a scarf wrapped around his half face and looking very young.

It is not a fixed festival of worship. Some people will choose to come to this cemetery to worship at this time... The old man responsible for cleaning here is curiously watching this young man with a scarf.

He stopped in front of a spirit card and looked at one of them.

"Excuse me, do you buy some sesame oil candles?"

However, since someone came, the old man did not accidentally intend to do a business for the young man who did not bring anything in his hand.

"Alright, give me a little." Dazhe nodded.

The old man discovered that this young man seemed to be a special piety. In the end, Dazhe had a bunch of incense in front of a child's spiritual position... Zhu Maoxing.

The name of this deceased child.

"Hey, little brother, who are you from this child? How have I not seen you before?" The old man looked at Dazhe curiously.

The old man has been operating here, and most people who come over remember that whether it is new to the tomb or a long time ago - but when you think about it, this young man is indeed the first time he saw it.

"Well, I am a friend of this child's parents." Da Zhe then said a word, then suddenly asked: "Old man, have you seen the child's parents?"

"His mother's words are often quietly coming over alone. So I am very impressed." The old man thought: "But his father, no impression. I remember it was the time to buy the location when I first came."

"Why?" Dazhe suddenly asked.

The old man subconsciously said: "Probably because I feel guilty? After all, there is such a thing, I don't think anyone is uncomfortable... Hey, let's just say that this child can be blamed."

"How do you say?" Dazhe asked.

"This child, it seems that he was kept in the car by his father, and he was alive and suffocating."

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Generally, this kind of thing is common. I can only blame my father for being careless. But this thing can't blame his father. I heard that his father just got off and went next to him. The convenience store bought something. When I didn’t want to come back, I was directly hit by the drunk driver. I was sent to the hospital to rescue... The child, no one noticed that it was still in the car...Yes, you are not theirs. Friends? Why don't you know... people?"

(End of this chapter)