When Chu Tianmei returned home, she felt her face was hot and couldn't help but glare at Jingjing.
The latter seemed unaware, pursed his lips, a little unhappy, and muttered: "Sister Tianmei, you care so much about your brother-in-law, why don't you tell him?"
"Is it any use?
Who cares about him?
I just don't want my fiancé to die before the engagement is broken off.
Then I can't bear the reputation of being a widow."
When Chu Tianmei said this, there was obviously hypocrisy in her words.
Suddenly I heard An Jingjing sneering.
After a long time, she straightened up and said teasingly: "Widows are the best, Sister Tianmei.
Have you never heard of the troubles in the house of widows these days?
The rich and handsome all like their wives, and the short and poor poke.
I just like loli.”
Xiao Nizi, you talk a lot and are not afraid of flashing your tongue.
Chu Tianmei was speechless for a while, then raised her hand and pretended to hit her, causing Anjing to rush into the bedroom with her head in her hands.
And now in the casino office.
Zou Yang was sitting on the boss's chair with a terrifyingly gloomy face.
But Zou Tianjie, who was originally a casino owner, stood in front of his desk with a sarcastic smile on his face.
He whispered: "What happened to the second uncle?"
The second uncle took action, but he couldn't get back the 14 million.
How powerful the second uncle was.
Didn't he know that the second uncle brought out by his grandfather could be said to be invincible in the entire family.
Although the Neijin Earth-level master has just entered the Earth-level for the first time, he is still a first-class master.
Except for the two old monsters Su Nanshan and An Hu, who in the Yanjing family is the second uncle’s opponent?
However, such a master was unable to deal with General Yang and Su Zuo.
Could it be that something happened in the middle?
When Zou Tianjie thought of this, he heard Zou Yang suddenly ask: "Who is that Su Zuo?"
"Oh," Zou Tianjie wondered why his second uncle paid attention to Su Zuolai.
When asked, he quickly explained: "He is just a student.
He studies in No. 1 Middle School.
He seems to be Chu Tianmei's follower or bodyguard.
To be specific, I don’t know, but that kid seems to be very good at fighting.”
Zou Tianjie suffered defeat at the hands of Su Zuo several times.
Although there was no big friction each time, how could he not notice that Su Zuo had already heard about Su Zuo's kung fu from his subordinates.
He really didn't expect that he was just a student.
To be able to fight so well.
But no matter how much I can fight, how can I still have my second uncle who can fight?
Thinking of this, he looked at Zou Yang.
The latter ignored him and just muttered to himself: "Su Zuo and Shuzuo, are these two people from the same sect or clan?"
His mutterings reached Zou Tianjie's ears, and he couldn't help but think of his uncle at the banquet.
The names of this man and Su Zuo are too similar, and judging from his appearance, Shu Zuo is almost carved from the same mold as Su Zuo.
If it weren't for the man named Shu Zuo, Su Zuo would be more than ten years older.
Zou Tianjie couldn't help but suspect that these two people were the same person.
Thinking of this, Zou Tianjie quickly asked: "Second uncle, is this guy named Shu Zuo related to Su Zuo?"
"I don't know."
Zou Yang waved his hand, and then explained: "I had a couple of fights with him before, and I actually saw a little bit of my uncle in him.
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Maybe it's because the two of them look so similar.
Don't worry."
Zou Yang didn't say the rest.
Even if Shuzuo comes forward, what will happen, he will just be defeated.
Having inner strength and not having inner strength are completely two levels of expression.
From quantitative change to qualitative change, there is no comparison at all.
Shu Zuo has no internal energy, but this Su Zuo, I don’t know if he has internal energy.
Even if there is.
So what can I do if he doesn't end up in the hospital?
It's just a shame that I couldn't kill him then.
At the same time, Zou Yang felt a shiver in his heart, and was a little frightened that he had failed to hit Su Yu with his previous slash.
Instead, the blade was hit by a mysterious force, and the machete fell away.
That mysterious power is not like internal strength, but is thousands of times stronger than internal strength.
What kind of power can produce such powerful power?
Thinking of this, Zou Yang felt excited.
It was obvious that this power was to protect Su Zuo.
But who protects Su Zuo?
If he has this power, why worry about himself?
"Humph" Zou Yang snorted coldly, his expression became more gloomy, and he heard him murmur: "No matter how powerful you are, I will take it from you."
He thought of this.
He suddenly stood up from the boss's chair and said to Zou Tianjie: "If you lose the more than 10 million, you will lose it.
When you open a casino, you lose and you win.
It's normal."
"Ah" Zou Tianjie said with a bitter look on his face.
If he brought this matter to his father, there would be no big punishment, but he must not be the boss of this casino anymore.
He thought of this.
He quickly knelt down and hugged Zou Yang's thigh.
He screamed and said to Zou Yang, "Don't tell my father about this matter, my second uncle.
If you tell him, he won't break my legs."
"No."
Zou Yang looked coldly, pushed Zou Tianjie away, straightened his clothes, and then nodded: "I don't need to tell your dad, but you have to help me keep an eye on the one named Su Zuo.
By the way, the last paragraph Follow me and learn ancient martial arts."
"Ah" heard this.
Zou Tianjie's face instantly turned into that of a bitter melon.
It’s not that Zou Tianjie has never been exposed to ancient martial arts.
He practiced it with his second uncle when he was a child.
He found it difficult and stopped practicing it.
Now if he had to start over again, it would be unbearable.
Thinking of those tortured and weird postures, Zou Tianjie twitched.
But he had to listen to Zou Yang's words.
After all, he was his second uncle, so he couldn't harm himself.
Thinking about it, Zou Tianjie could only nod his head depressedly.
The next morning, Su Yu came to the ward early.
After seeing me, he held up the casserole in his hand.
Those who understand know that he is holding a casserole, while those who do not understand think that he is holding a urinal.
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Su Yu came to my hospital bed and said to me: "Brother Zuo.
I bought the casserole for you.
Do you need to make some medicine?"
"I don't trust you when you make medicine.
You're careless.
I'm afraid you'll poison me to death."
Five hundred thousand for a medicine.
How could I ask Su Yu to help me make medicine?
He doesn't understand pharmacology.
When the time comes, there will be problems in making the medicine.
Money is not a trivial matter.
The key is that this medicine is for me to drink.
I said this.
Su Yu suddenly felt aggrieved, curled his lips and muttered: "Brother Zuo, you don't believe me."
I didn't explain, I just smiled and said: "Go away, just like a little daughter-in-law, I have not abandoned you."
Su Yu was just pretending to be like that.
Now when he saw me smiling, he laughed too.
Then he said: "It's okay.
Brother Zuo, as long as you explain, I will definitely be able to handle this matter for you."
"Forget it."
I shook my head and didn't want to ask Su Yu to help.
This kid still has to go to school.
How can he find the time to stay in this hospital all day long and help me make medicine?
But without Su Yu’s help, how could I make the medicine in my current mummy state?
I was worrying about this matter when I heard Yang Zihao suddenly say from the side: "How about I come and help you?"
"You can make medicine" I stared at him blankly.
But he was two or three years older than me, and he looked taller and thicker.
Although he is not overly strong like those boxers in the underground black boxing world, he does not seem to be a very careful person either.
I heard Yang Zihao say: "Actually, I went to boxing.
It was just because my mother was seriously ill and needed money urgently.
I used to help my mother prepare some medicine."
I don’t know if he is being modest or telling the truth, but since Yang Zihao is willing to help, that’s great.
In fact, there is nothing special about this medicine.
With my only left hand that can still move, I picked up the medicine on the bedside and told Yang Zihao: "The medicine in this package is boiled into one bowl with three bowls of water.
In the brocade box, There are two fruits, one black and one white.”
I opened the Nirvana fruit and continued: "Add these two fruits at the end.
Add the black fruit first.
After boiling for ten minutes, add the white fruit.
Then boil for another ten minutes.
Remember, when adding the fruit The heat should be low, not too little, but not too much.”
These were all told to me by the old man, and now I am copying them.
Yang Zihao nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood.
Then he stood up from the hospital bed and took the medicine bag and casserole.
Fortunately, Yang Zihao's injury was not as severe as mine, probably because of his years of exercise, and his body's toughness is not comparable to mine.
But after lying down for one night, I almost recovered.
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It's just that I can't use my inner energy yet, but I can still move like a normal person.
I saw him walking freely on the ground and felt even more relieved.
After Yang Zihao left, the ward door was pushed open again, and then he saw Chu Tenglong and Su Nanshan walking in: