The Ling Feixue sisters walked in front and returned to their hometown to completely relax.

Ling Feishuang held Chen Qingzhi's hand all the way, and the unshaven man looked like he took his child out to play.

But my sister Axue suddenly spoke the local Cantonese dialect: "Sister, don't do this."

A Shuang was puzzled: "Sister, why are you speaking in dialect? Uncle, he doesn't understand our dialect."

Ling Feixue lowered her voice: "I just don't want the uncle to use dialect when I hear it. This is the same thing outside. When you get home, you can't be so close to the uncle."

"Why?" Ling Feishuang's voice was loud.

Ling Feixue hurriedly pinched her: "Uncle is a good person, but you have been engaged. If you are so close to an old man, what will the people in the pharmacy think when they see it? Especially your fiancé, Senior Brother Li, he is a petty person."

Ling Feishuang was unhappy.

The sister advised: "I just said that uncle is a good person, but nowadays, we must be careful with others. After all, we have known Uncle Chen for too short, so we should avoid suspicion."

The two sisters almost started arguing.

When the two of them turned around, they found that Chen Qingzhi was missing.

An old man drinking tea on the roadside came over with a bag of medicinal materials: "Two little girls, the bearded tramp just now asked me to give it to you, but he left a word."

ah?!

Ling Feishuang's face turned red: "What words did the uncle leave? Oh no, he must have understood our dialect!"

The old man smiled: "Of course he understands the local dialect. He just chatted with me and said it was smoother than me, the old native. He left a sentence saying that since the two girls couldn't believe him, then the fate is over. See you again if you have the fate in the future!"

The old man threw down the bag, smiled strangely, and turned around and left.

ah!

Unexpectedly, Chen Qingzhi actually understood the local dialect.

He heard all the sisters' words just now.

Ling Feishuang is about to cry now: "Sister, you are so bad. Uncle saved us twice. Wouldn't you hurt those words?"

Ling Feixue's face also turned red, but she didn't think she was wrong.

"I'm just for your own good. Uncle Chen is just a friend I met by chance, and you will forget him in the future."

Ling Feixue forced her sister away.

At this moment, the old man from the night market just now walked out of the street with a solemn expression and headed straight for the teahouse in front of him.

The teahouse had already been closed at this time, and Chen Qingzhi sat on the second floor, drinking tea silently.

The old man stepped up a few steps and knelt on one knee at Chen Qingzhi: "Subordinate, King Yan Dong, the head of the Ange Flower City Branch, has met Mr.!"

He was actually the person in charge of the Ange Pavilion in Huacheng!

Chen Qingzhi put down the teacup: "How was the Ling sister just now?"

King Yan Dong disdained: "It's just two girls. That sister is pretty good. That sister is just a fool. Sir, do you have any ideas about this Baozhitang? I can handle them at any time!"

Chen Qingzhi frowned: "Don't say anything, I have no objection to Baozhitang. If you arrange a place, I'll take a rest first."

yes!

King Yan Dong dared not neglect. He knew the identity of this gentleman too well.

That's the boss whom Honglian, the leader of the Dark Pavilion, wants to respectfully call him Mr.

King Yan Dong directly sorted out his villa, right on Dongyun Mountain, and could overlook the villa on the top of the entire Huacheng.

Not long after Chen Qingzhi arrived at the villa, he took a shower and changed his clothes, and a row of black luxury cars drove to the top of the mountain.

There were even two private helicopters that came from several flights.

The first thing that appeared was Jin Jingjing.

She hasn't seen her for three years, and she has become much more mature. She is wearing a black uniform with long hair shawls, and her eyes are flashing with a sharp look.

Chen Qingzhi was stunned.

Is this the little girl in my memory?

Now it is full of the mature temperament of a female president.

The little girl has grown up.
Chapter completed!