Mo Laowu threw a consumption card over and waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, go out quickly."

Liao Xuebing glanced at the exquisite food on the table and said angrily: "Damn, there is a roasted suckling pig, old fat pig, you are planning to disgust me on purpose, right? I said I don't want to participate in the fight anymore, what other plane do you want to play?"

A glimmer of light appeared in Mo Laowu's eyes: "I don't want to hide it from you. In this game, I have a life-and-death battle with Long Er. No matter what I lose, I can't lose face. Long Er stole my horse back then, but now I want to ride on my head and shit. I will win the boxing match no matter what."

"But I can't beat that master!" Liao Xuebing was smiling bitterly: "***, I'm going to use my life to earn your face for you. I think you'd better find someone to assassinate Xie Zihui. Apart from this guy, Long Er has no capital to show off."

"Nonsense, I'm not a pig, I've thought about it long ago. Long Er sent people to strictly protect Xie Zihui, and my people have no chance to attack. Those trash! Give you two choices, one is to help me assassinate Xie Zihui, and the other is to officially defeat him in the Shura Field."

Liao Xuebing was still worried that he was not sure. He thought about it and said, "I have several conditions. First, I may ask you to help destroy a small gang in a while. Second, there will be no extra audiences in the official competition. You, Long Er and the fair people, and the referee can do it. You cannot record video or record."

"The first requirement is very simple. The second one is that I have to make a prophet, so that he can't tell me what conspiracy I'm using. Okay, I'll call a few girls and let's play together."

"No need, to show your sincerity, give me the key to the Bentley first. I'll drive it back today so that I won't have a chance to touch Shura if I die on the field."

Mo Laowu agreed with the risk. He was overjoyed, and the agreed conditions had to count. He smiled and said, "The car and the driver are all below, so let the driver follow you."

"What do you want a driver? I don't have the money to pay his salary." Lao Liao said, and when he thought that if he didn't have a dedicated driver to drive a Bentley, he would only be regarded as a driver if he drove himself. No one believed that he was the owner, and the halo of showing off would be reduced a little.

Mo Laowu smiled bitterly and said, "The driver is getting money from me and working for you, right? You must defeat that kid, mom, one day I will poke the Dragon Er's asshole."

Liao Xuebing was a little curious and couldn't help asking: "Why are you two jealous about a woman and making such a big noise? The streets are full of beautiful girls. Isn't it easy to find them?"

Mo Laowu was anxious: "You don't understand the whole story at all! That was more than 20 years ago. Long Er, that bastard, robbed my first love! I'm so tolerant and generous, and have an extraordinary belly. How could I be jealous for a woman? But that's the first love, but it's different. The best memories in my life were ruined by that scum!"

Liao Xuebing started to sweat again: "Mo Yongtai is at least 80% chance that he is not Mo Laowu's biological child."

Unexpectedly, Mo Lao Wang saw through his thoughts at first sight and shouted: "Liao Xuebing, you are crazy, what's the matter? Yongtai is my current wife's surname! It's not like me like her mother. After my first love changed jobs, he was seriously ill and had a DNA appraisal back then, which is true!"

"Have your demeanor, keep your demeanor..."

"By the way, the competition is scheduled for October 28th. You should prepare early. Just say whatever you need. I'll ask the health care hospital to do a checkup for you?"

"No, I just want to drive the Bentley back and make a big difference now."

...

The driver was waiting in the car. When he saw him, he said respectfully: "Fifth Master has notified me. Let me do your business with Brother Bing. If you ask me to go east and never go west. If you ask me to jump into dogs, I will never chase chickens."

"Don't show your loyalty. I'm not Mo Laowu."

When he arrived at the Aoshui alley on Zhuque Street, the driver looked at the dark alley, the flashing nightclub signs, the shiny prostitutes, and the dirty and greasy late-night snack stalls, and rode his bicycle by the students, and asked strangely: "Brother Bing, what are you doing here?"

"What's the environment in my place? Is it okay? The braised pork trotters made by Aqiang's midnight snack stall are very good. Do you want to try the taste?"

The driver really couldn't imagine that Liao Xuebing lived in a place similar to a slum, and said, "At one glance, I didn't see any villa. Brother Bing, which one do you live in?"

"I live in an apartment. As Mo Laowu's full-time driver, you all live in his home. You can drive the car back first. I have no place to park here. Just wait for my phone call at any time."

The driver was extremely depressed. The Mo Laowu family is a complete set of luxury villas with a large area, with places dedicated to staying for people and drivers. It is many times better than Liao Xuebing. I don’t know how many times the guy lives in the apartment to drive a Bentley, and there is only one person in Zhonghai City.

"Wait." Liao Xuebing, who walked out of the car, called him, got all the beer in the water freezer, and said, "Remember to go back to Mo Laowu, Wang Zha's freezer was filled with all."

Murong Lanluo was watching TV in the living room, wearing a pair of shorts, and huddled barefoot on the sofa. He seemed a little unhappy. As soon as he saw Liao Xuebing, he asked fiercely: "Where did you go and have been fooling around for so long before you come back?"

"I thought you got it right and went home by myself. This is the case with the bachelor. I can drink and pick up girls outside and I want to come back any time." Liao Xuebing said, handing a can of beer he had plundered to Murong Lanluo, and stuffing the rest into the refrigerator.

"Then if you come back late, you should at least call me. Look, it's past ten o'clock. Humph, I'm still so worried about you." Murong Lanluo complained, picking up the beer and filling it all in one breath.

"Ah...you can drink so much?"

Murong Lan stuck out her tongue: "Oh, oh, this, I thought you made it juice for me!"

The apartment where Lao Liao lives is about 80 square meters, two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and a small storage room. Apart from the master bedroom, the other room is empty and there is not even a bed.

"If you really don't want to go back, I'll sleep in my bed tonight, and I'll do it next door. But you'd better call home." Lao Liao said as he looked at Murong Lanluo's seductive thighs, thinking to the people: "If I had the foresight, I would have installed a camera in the room."

"It's so long-winded. My mother must be not at home at this time." Murong Lanluo glared at the antique wooden TV with dissatisfaction, ran into the kitchen to find snacks, but found nothing, and said, "I'm going to sleep. The teacher will turn off the lights for me later. I'm afraid of the dark."

In the morning, Lao Liao was awakened by a mess of knocking and moving sounds. The sound was so loud that it was so loud that the vibration from the wall made him feel that someone was demolishing the house.

Walking into the living room, more than a dozen people in work clothes were moving the sofa, drilling holes on the floor, and the ground was covered with nails, wooden strips and power tools. Murong Lanluo made his hands with his hands and directed them enthusiastically: "The sofa was lifted to the garbage dump below and threw it away, and this table with one foot missing, and the ancient TV should be carried away."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Old Liao opened his sleepy eyes and said, "That TV is a treasure, let it go!"

Murong Lanluo grabbed him and said, "Teacher, haven't you seen us decorating? I've called the furniture store and shopping mall, and they will soon deliver new furniture."

"I...how many times have I said it, I don't have money! Also, just change the furniture. What holes will be made in the floor? There will be protests downstairs."

Murong Lanluo smiled and said, "Teacher, don't be nervous. I have money in my card, so it's enough to decorate the house. They have to paint the walls and renovate the kitchen when they are on parquet floors. At least it will take a day."

"What, why didn't you say it earlier? I'm not prepared at all. If it's not renovated at night, where will we sleep?"

"Sir, let me go." The worker took off his bed and lifted it out.

Liao Xuebing ran to the balcony and saw that the person who had moved the sofa had already walked out of the door and threw the sofa into a truck at the door.

Half an hour later, except for a few pieces of clothes, the room had been moved completely, and even the light wires could be removed. More than a dozen workers carried out the process in an orderly manner. Various raw materials were moved into the empty room, some people were measuring inch by inch by inch as marking, while others were holding hammers to drill grooves on the wall.

A designer-like man directed the overall situation in the middle: "Hey, dig this groove to a hole thirty meters from the ground. If you want to install a socket later, I will mark you." He compared it with a tape measure and drew a pencil at the place he thought was suitable.

He was obviously the busiest among the group of people. He checked the depth and spacing of holes on the floor, explained some precautions to the workers in charge of the matter, and took out a phone call to urge others to transport the raw materials he needed as soon as possible.

Liao Xuebing couldn't complain about Murong Lanluo's good intentions. He wanted to wash his face and found that the water pipe had also been dismantled. The two went down to have breakfast. Half an hour later, the lines and pipes in the living room, kitchen and bedroom were chiseled and distributed very in line with the rules. There were sockets near the door and corners. The construction progress was very fast. When they were still stunned, someone found two large rolls of red and green wires to walk in and started burying the lines. At the same time, the work of rearranging the water pipes was also underway.

Lao Liao asked her quietly: "How much does it cost to decorate this place? I'll borrow it from a friend." He still didn't believe Murong Lanluo could afford so much money.
Chapter completed!