The owner who was peeking in the store was shocked and protected his daughter who was about to rush out behind him. He lowered his voice and shouted, "Don't go out! You have to die if you go out!"

The daughter's face was full of anxiety.

"Don't you see it? They know him, we are not the same person as him." The boss held his daughter's shoulder and said with great thought.

The daughter stopped moving. The expression on her face was very strange, she looked worried about gains and losses, and she felt that she seemed to have gained something but was fleeting.

No one knows a daughter better than a father. The boss naturally knows what her daughter is thinking. Her daughter has always been the object of ridicule or sympathy. Today, this person gives her daughter an attitude to ordinary people. There is no sympathy or ridicule, and there is no other emotion because her daughter is a mute. Moreover, this person can also sign language and be able to communicate with her daughter.

Wang Lang stood up, Big Bird Brother led the way, and a group of people left in a mighty manner.

The boss looked at Wang Lang and his group who were leaving, sighed, and turned around and saw his daughter's dim expression, and felt a pain in his heart.

"Xiangxiang, dad will definitely save money well and take you to every corner of the world in the future, so that you can meet many friends, and there will be many of them." The boss comforted her daughter's shoulder.

The daughter shook her head and turned back to the bedroom on the second floor of the shop.

The boss sighed, and the two corpses at the door had been carried away, and the shop owner also breathed a sigh of relief.

Brother Big Bird led the way, Wang Lang followed behind him, and there were more than fifty people following him, all of whom were black suits, and they were very imposing when walking on the road.

On the surface, I brought so many people to give Wang Lang a face, but I looked like I had a background and had a show, but I was actually afraid that Wang Lang would run away. Everyone in these fifty numbers had a gun.

After arriving at the place, Wang Lang looked up and saw it was an ancient house with a very old-fashioned look. There were rows of door nails embedded on the vermilion gate. There were stone lions on the left and right at the door, which was majestic. There were two people standing at the door, straight. When he entered the door, there were two people standing straight at the door.

There are quite a few people coming and going in the yard, most of whom are dressed up by servants, and there are also many bodyguards wearing sunglasses and holding pistols in their hands.

It was very quiet as I imagined, but after I came, it was just the opposite. There were laughter from time to time in the innermost room.

It seems that I am having a happy conversation.

When I was almost at the door of the inner room, a man came out of the room. He was not very old, fair and gentle, wearing a Tang suit and holding a fan. Although he was a bald man, he was also a very handsome bald man.

Meng Crook’s son Meng Guangtou.

Meng Guangtou pointed at Wang Lang with the folding fan in his hand, "Sorry, my father has ordered that today is the day to entertain important guests. Everyone who comes here must undergo inspection and must be searched."

Wang Lang took out his ears and grinned at Meng Guangtou, "Child, are you talking to uncle like that?"

Meng Guangtou's face turned gloomy and flashed away, and then he smiled, "Dragon King, you don't know the orders of my father, you must obey it."

"We are different. Everyone has different circumstances. We are here, and there are differences in generations. I am standing here, and I don't go in. You go back and tell Meng Crook in the room that he asked the big bird to pick me up today. I'm already very upset. Ask him what he means." Wang Lang gently patted Meng Guangtou's face.

Meng Guangtou took two steps back, put his hands behind his back, "searched himself."

"If you have the guts, come and search!" Wang Lang suddenly raised his arm, and everyone in the yard drew their guns at Wang Lang.

"What's going on?" A slow voice came from the room.

A man came out of the house, leaning on a cane, with a big back, his hair was black and white, wearing glasses, and was very old, wearing a Tang suit, and one of his spare hands was playing with a string of Buddhist beads. Next to him was a winter melon face, with murderous aura, a big gold chain, a gold watch, and a shiny hair, wearing a leather jacket, leather pants, and leather boots.

"Father, someone disagrees with the rules you set and refuses to search." Meng Guangtou bowed and stood in front of the steps under Meng Crook.

"It turns out that Brother Wang Lang is here! There is no way to welcome him! There is no way to welcome him!" Meng Crook suddenly laughed and reached out to clasp his fists at Wang Lang.

He lowered his head and scolded his son, "A bastard, he is still your uncle, what kind of body can he search for? The rules are dead, and people live! Do you don't understand this principle?"

Meng Crooked his fists at Wang Lang.

"Brother, this kid doesn't understand the rules, I'll teach him a lesson for you. Brother, I've been together for many years, brother, I miss you day and night..."

Wang Lang pushed away the person blocking him and missed Meng Cuzi and entered the house himself.

Meng Crook was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the murderous Donggua face next to him, "Boss Qiao, don't be angry, this is a brother from my early years. He has a bad temper, but he is very straightforward. Whether our business can be negotiated today depends on him."

"Look at him?" Boss Qiao pointed at Wang Lang's back, "I, Qiao Zhenhong, have to look at other people's faces when doing business?" Donggua's face was very angry.

"No, no, Boss Qiao doesn't look at his face, but brother, I have to look at his face when doing business." Meng Clepton smiled.

Qiao Zhenhong patted his chest, "Boss Meng, when the business is completed, I will protect you in Guinan Province!"

Meng Crook laughed, "Boss Qiao is truly in character, brother, I admire you! I love to do business with a happy person like you!"

The two entered the door together and found that Wang Lang was sitting in the main seat at the dining table, leaning against the back of the chair, putting his feet on the table, holding a tea cup in his hand to drink tea.

The winter melon face is unhappy again.

Meng Cerzi had no expression change.

"Your brother, don't be fine." Meng Cleizi sat down and ordered the servant to serve tea.

Qiao Zhenhong sat next to him and stared at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang took out his ears and put down the teacup, "It's okay, my life is very comfortable, I should eat and drink, and I will never miss it."

"That's good, that's good. My brother is happy and my brother will be happy."

"No, no, Meng Cleizi, your son loves reading poetry so much, you have never heard him read such a sentence.

The lying person must swallow a thousand silver needles." Wang Lang grinned and signaled the servant to add tea.

Meng Crookedzi turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, "What did you say in your wife?"

"What are you asking me to do?" Wang Lang asked knowingly.

"It's nothing, I just haven't seen my brother for many years. I'll invite me to talk about the past, drink tea, have a meal, and contact me." Meng Cleizi smiled.

"Brother is here." Wang Lang grinned.

"Have the food been prepared?" Meng Crook asked.

The butler next to him trotted over, "Master, it's about to be prepared, and only the last dish of roasted lamb is left."

"Don't worry, don't worry, chat with my brother and Boss Qiao first, and have fun together." Meng Cleizi smiled.

As if he remembered something, Meng Crooked the air and smiled, "By the way, brother, I have prepared a gift for you."
Chapter completed!