I don’t know what the expression people would look like when they see the realistic version of Zhu Bajie eating watermelon. Anyway, Tang Ning can’t hold back her smile now. The white fat man’s image looks so similar to Zhu Bajie.

"I said fat uncle, watermelon is cold in nature. If you hold watermelons and chew around in the morning, it will hurt your stomach."

"You care about me."

The fat white man glared at his eyes, raised his hand, and whispered, a piece of watermelon skin hit Tang Ning in the air. Tang Ning tilted his head and flashed over. He shook his head and smiled, took two steps, and sat on the crimson leather sofa opposite him. He looked around and looked at the spacious office with a luxurious decoration.

The decoration is really exquisite, with a generous combination of colors and styles. It can be seen that the design team responsible for decorating this room is very powerful. However, the interior is too messy, on the sofa, on the floor, and on the table, there are a bunch of things in the east and west, big and small, and there are many things randomly stacked here, making it like a large warehouse for piles of miscellaneous items. If you change someone here and clean up the room more neatly, it will look luxurious, elegant, rich and grand. But if you are a fat white man, it is a pity.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at his nose, and began to rest in boredom. He was anxious, but he was not anxious, waiting for the fat white man to speak first.

A big and loose white vest, one of his legs could fit into his personal gray shorts, a pair of thick thighs with thick hair, and flip-flops under his feet. It was as high as a hill, like a half-faced bulge, and a big belly. A pile of meat on the sofa, just glared at Tang Ning with resentment on his face, and ignored him. He reached out and grabbed a piece of watermelon, slapped, and slapped the juice everywhere.

"Yeah yeah..." The elbow turned towards the dark brown, painted surface, and wide boss's desk, and said to the middle-aged man in a vague way: "Things......hhh...... on...hhhh...... on the table... you can take it away."

The middle-aged man took out a kraft paper file bag from the messy things on the desktop. He opened it, looked at the things inside, confirmed that it was correct, reinstalled it, clamped it under his ribs, turned around and left. When he reached the door, he stopped and turned around and said, "Fat white guy, that little brother is right. He got up early in the morning to chew watermelon. You will get into trouble sooner or later."

Puffed out a few watermelon seeds, and the fat white man glared at his little eyes and said, "Get out. You are so stupid, are you so brave? Don't think that you are qualified to be rude to Fat Master if you do something small. Even if your boss is "Eagle-Headed Owl", he doesn't have the courage."

"Hmph, kindness is not rewarded." The middle-aged man was too lazy to pay attention to this guy who didn't understand human words. He looked at Tang Ning, grinning, as if he was laughing, but his facial muscles were still moving, and his kindness was squeezed out in a long-term rigid situation. "Little brother, you are good. How about you have the chance to get along?"

Handsome, jargon, in the old age scene, businessmen meant that in public places, in public, when there were too many people, when trading goods, both parties were hiding their hands in their cuffs or blocking them with a square handkerchief. When others were invisible, they only bargained with each other's fingers, contact, and activities to bargain and traded prices.

Friends who practice martial arts mean training and competition. The seniors say this to the younger generation not only to give face, but also to give advice.

Tang Ning didn't know where he won the favor of this senior who had met for the first time. But the opportunity was rare. Of course, he couldn't miss it. His eyes were shining and his face was so excited that he hurriedly stood up and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, I'll be free one day, so I'll definitely ask for advice."

"Yes. It's easy to say." The middle-aged man was very satisfied with Tang Ning's answer. He took out a small card from his pocket and threw it to Tang Ning, "This is my phone number, I'll wait for you."

"This kid is very difficult, I'm so stupid. Be careful that you will be useless when the bamboo basket is fucked!" The fat white man said sarcastically.

The middle-aged man didn't reply, but just flattened his mouth, glared at the fat white man again before opening the door and leaving.

It seems that the relationship between this middle-aged man and the fat man is not very harmonious, and they both dislike each other, but the fat man can use him as a driver. There must be something tricky about it, but Tang Ning is too lazy to investigate it. Besides, it is not his turn to Tang Ning to investigate it in depth and think about it.

Tang Ning glanced at the fat man indifferently, but was patient, and asked nothing or said nothing.

The fat white man gnawed four or five pieces of watermelon in a row. The transparent coffee table on the fiberglass table in front of him was filled with watermelon peels, watermelon seeds, and stains. He kicked and swayed his fat body, dragged flip-flops out of the bathroom in the suite. The fat white man rubbed his wet hands on his shorts twice, returned to his original position, sat down, crossed his legs, leaned against the back of the sofa, and glanced at Tang Ning. He snorted from his nostrils, and said, "A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old can't even touch the edge of the state of recuperation. Don't pretend to be calm in front of Fat Mr., you have nothing to ask?"

"I have so many questions, and there are so many, but, fat uncle, don't you have anything to say?"

"If you don't ask, I won't say it. I'll suffocate you, a bastard. Humph."

"Ha, sorry, fat uncle, you are wrong, you guessed it wrong. As for me, I am not anxious. Anyway, I am idle every day and have no big things to do. We both are here today to see who can consume more than who can." Tang Ning also followed suit, stretched his legs, leaned on the back of the sofa, swayed his toes, and grinned lazily, but he was surprised. Where did this fat white man get so angry with him? Wait, Tang Ning's heart skipped a beat, his face changed slightly, his eyes gradually narrowed, and suddenly widened. Could it be because of the coquettish little girl? She... died that night?

The more I think about it, the greater the possibility. Only in this way can I explain why this fat white man got angry at me. But that night I couldn't take care of myself. I almost got killed by someone, so how could I have the energy to be distracted to help others?

But if the little girl really died like this, Tang Ning felt uncomfortable and felt embarrassed. In that situation that night, no matter what, the little girl was still his companion. She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she looked just as big as Feifei. Feifei was carefree all day and grew up happily, but the little girl was already fighting the enemy to death and fighting to death. If she had prepared more carefully at that time, she might not have...

Alas, Tang Ning was regretful and uncomfortable, and he was also frustrated and unacceptable.

The toes stopped swinging, raised their heads, stared at the ceiling with a little dazed look, and murmured: "That little girl, she..."

"Her name is Lin Muxiang."

"Oh, Lin Muxiang..." Tang Ning muttered the name several times in his heart, then sat up straight, looking at the fat white man with hope. Even though he guessed the result in his heart, he couldn't help but ask: "She, how did she do later?

"She's fine, she's just a little hurt."

"Oh, she's fine, she's just a little injured...what?" Tang Ning's eyes slashed, and his blood rushed up. He suddenly exploded. He stood up and pointed at the fat white man. His handsome face was full of hostility, his eyebrows were straightened, his temples were slanted, and his eyes were wide open, and evil fire rushed straight into his forehead. Uncontrollable emotions surged throughout his body, and he shouted at the fat white man in a hurry: "Fat white man, are you wrong? Since Lin Muxiang has nothing to do, you can make a fuss at me? You are amazing, you have a high cultivation level, but I'm not a cling to the young master. If you don't give me a reason today, I'll fight you to the end."

The fat white man found more than a dozen items of invitations from somewhere, swishing and swishing, swishing and shooting towards Tang Ning with an extremely huge force. Tang Ning subconsciously took them with both hands, and the huge force rushed straight into his body along his hands. Both the spiritual power and vital energy were shaking. Bang, the whole body was trembling, and the blood surging, and his feet were retreating continuously, and he was hit by this irresistible force and flew back to the sofa. His face turned red, and he finally dispelled the external force and calmed down his breath.

As soon as the energy came back, a golden light flashed in Tang Ning's hand. This time, six sword hilts and sword thorns appeared in his palm at the same time. The sword body was complete, with a small and unique shape, and the whole body was only three inches long and wide.

The miniature sword buzzed and trembled in Tang Ning's palm, and his body was surrounded by a spiritual power field that was solid. The pressure on the surroundings was getting stronger and greater. It was like a volcano that had been brewing for a long time, at the critical point of eruption at any time.

Tiangang Reincarnation. This is the biggest trick in his Tiangang sword technique. It is said that when he practices to the level of great success, he can instantly fire twenty-four golden small swords at the same time and sacrifice six at the same time. This is Tang Ning's current limit.

The fat white man witnessed the golden sword in Tang Ning's palm, and his eyes flashed with a strange light and said slowly: "If you dare to destroy anything here, you can't afford to smash your bones and ruin your bones. And it will make you sit in prison for the rest of your life. If you don't believe it, just try it."

Tang Ning was so angry that he planned to take the big move to give Fatty White a ruthless move. At the same time, he also wanted to make him understand that he was not brave enough to do it, nor did he have no courage to fight. But after being squeezed by Fatty White, he really didn't dare to try it easily.

Don't forget where this place is, whether it is a warehouse or an office. They are all external ministers, really valuable or even priceless, and they are the piles of messy things scattered around the left and right. Because each one is extremely important, each piece involves the nerves of many people, many forces, and many political groups at home and abroad. Even if it is a little bit of a random destruction, Tang Ning will not be able to take it.

With his wrist flipped, the golden light disappeared and the sword disappeared. The spiritual power field also disappeared. He sat back on the sofa panting and stared at the fat white man.
Chapter completed!