Wearing a white dragon-patterned Tang suit, with sparse white hair on the sideburns, he looks kind-hearted and kind-hearted, a bit like a fairy. His green bean eyes peek at the buttocks of female employees passing by from time to time. This disrespectful elder is none other than

It was Leng Zhenyue who had disappeared for several days.

As soon as Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang entered the building, Leng Zhenyue strode forward to greet them, with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum on his face, and said: "Are you here?"

Wu Ming glanced at him sideways and said jokingly, "Old man, I haven't seen you for two days, and the Yintang has become quite dark!"

Zhuge Dachang had a tigerish expression on his face and said seriously: "It is suspected that excessive indulgence in sexual activities has led to deficiency of Qi and blood."

"You two brats..." Leng Zhenyue glared and scolded: "I have spent all my time and food and sleep for you, so to speak... kindly... Don't leave, wait for me."

Seeing that the two of them ignored him and walked straight to the elevator, Leng Zhenyue chased after him.

After a lot of effort, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang followed Leng Zhenyue into his office. It was an antique office with carved railings and jade walls, filled with precious antiques, and a painting of the Eight Immortals on the table.

calligraphy and painting.

"What brings you to us? We have to clean the toilet later!" Wu Ming walked to the Eight Immortals table, picked up a Dalanghao and twirled it in his hand.

"Clean the toilet?" Leng Zhenyue, who was sitting behind the mahogany desk, stood up and shouted: "Who is so bold? If you dare to order you to clean the latrine, I will tell Bing'er to fire him."

Wu Ming curled his lips and said with a smile: "It's a yellow-haired girl named Leng Bingbing."

"Bing'er?" Leng Zhenyue Ling's aura immediately disappeared, and he laughed dryly and said: "We still need to consider this matter in the long run."

"What do you want to see us for?" Zhuge Dachang sat at the tree root tea table nearby and studied the cups.

Leng Zhenyue coughed twice and said: "You two have already become my disciples. Follow me to the Leng family ancestral hall later. I will formally accept you as my family members in front of the ancestors of the Leng family."

disciple!"

"What is an intruder? Can I share your property?" Wu Ming asked.

"Will you pass your inheritance to us after you die?" Zhuge Dachang asked.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Tch..." The two of them scorned together.

"You two bastards, you are thinking of dividing the inheritance before I am dead..." Leng Zhenyue cursed, then rolled up his sleeves and continued: "Believe it or not, I am going to kill my relatives right now!"

Zhuge Dachang crushed a thick tea cup and sneered: "I only use one hand to give you thirty moves!"

Wu Ming pinched off a large wolf hair with two fingers, hooked his fingers, and said with a smile: "I'll give it fifty!"

"Uh, I'm kidding..." Leng Zhenyue swallowed his saliva, forced out a sly smile, and said: "If you want to inherit my inheritance a hundred years from now, it's not impossible. You can recognize me as your boss."

grandfather!"

"Old man, what is your age this year?"

"Sixty to sixty! The year of Dashun!"

Wu Ming curled his lips and said: "If you live to be more than a hundred years old, our hair will be gray and we haven't even received a dime!"

Zhuge Dachang waved his hand and refused: "My father is already sixty this year. If he knows that I recognize an old man who is several years older than him as my grandfather, he will not break my legs?"

"Then you can accept me as your godfather!" Leng Zhenyue immediately took a step back.

Wu Ming raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "What are the benefits?"

"Yeah, what's the benefit?"

"There is no benefit for the time being, but..." Leng Zhenyue chuckled and said: "Bing'er is my eldest brother's granddaughter. If you accept me as your godfather, then you will be a generation older than her. In the future, you will be in the company.

You can walk sideways."

Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang looked at each other, they seemed pretty good?

"What is your purpose in trying so hard to establish a relationship with me?" Wu Ming asked a question that Zhuge Dachang also wanted to know.

"I am the vice president of the China Wushu Association. It can be said that I defeated..."

"Long story short!"

"Ahem... The president of the Zhonghai Martial Arts Association is called Feng Qiwu. The old boy has a younger son named Feng Tianming. I have more than a hundred disciples. No one can stop him..."

"Understood..." Wu Ming interrupted Leng Zhenyue and said sarcastically: "You can't beat him, right?"

Leng Zhenyue blushed and hummed: "That boy is just like you, he is also a monster..." As he said that, he showed a solemn look on his face and continued: "And that boy has copper skin and iron bones, and he is very good at his feet.

, with one move, the phoenix dances for nine days, you can break the stone and the monument."

Wu Ming touched his nose and said, "Sounds pretty powerful?"

"But..." Leng Zhenyue showed a sinister smile and said, "I studied for two days and created a secret book for you to restrain his leg skills." After saying that, he mysteriously took out two small books.

The booklet was handed to Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang...

Wu Ming took the pamphlet, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. There were four eye-catching characters on the pamphlet: "Chrysanthemum Collection". Zhuge Dachang's face was also not very good-looking. In his hand was "The Manual of Pulling the Yin".

"Chrysanthemum Collection" only has two moves, one move is 'Boy worshiping Guanyin', hold both hands tightly, extend your index and middle fingers, and stab the target valve hard, and the other move is 'Lightning Dulong Drill', hit the target valve with your toes, in short it is a transformation.

The anus is exposed in various ways.

"The Sutra of Gripping the Yin" also has two moves, one move is 'The Great Sage Steals Peach', and the other move is 'Double Dragons Playing with Pearls'. The difference between these two moves is that one is struck with one hand and the other is struck with both hands. After hitting these two moves,

Men will say goodbye to the word "ball pain" forever.

Damn! It’s such a dirty move.

"You want me to have no offspring? This is so shameful!"

Wu Ming coughed twice and said: "The moves are quite targeted. Of course, if you use this move on a woman, it would be a serious hooliganism!"

Zhuge Dachang shouted: "Don't you treat men like rogues?"

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Today is different from ancient times. In ancient times, crotch-picking could only be considered a third-rate thing. In today's era of raging homosexuality, kicking is nothing, but crotch-picking would cause misunderstandings. The three men looked at each other, and then involuntarily glanced at others.

buttocks...

"Why are you looking at my butt?" The three of them covered their buttocks at the same time, showing defensiveness, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

"It seems I didn't think well..." Leng Zhenyue took the initiative to break the deadlock, "I'll go back and think carefully about how to make his legs weak!"

"Isn't it easy to make a man's legs weak?" Wu Ming showed a sly smile and immediately offered a clever idea: "Just find ten or eight girls to grind soy milk with him for one night, and I guarantee that he won't be able to move the next day!"

Zhuge Dachang nodded and offered some advice: "It's best to use an old man to push the cart, as this will make the man's knees more tired."

"This seems to be a good idea!" Leng Zhenyue praised, but suddenly showed a hint of hesitation and said: "What if that kid only has his wife in mind and refuses to take the bait?"

"As long as you take five pills of Wei Men..." Wu Ming revealed a vague look in his eyes and said, "If I see a few beauties again, no man can think of his wife!"

"With the addition of half a bottle of Indy Divine Oil, it will be even more perfect!" Zhuge Dachang's eyes showed longing.

Leng Zhenyue yelled: "Asshole! Do you want his life?"

Wu Ming's eyes showed disdain: "You want him to lose his dignity as a man forever, what's the difference between that and killing him?"

"Speaking of which, what does it have to do with us if his legs are weak?"

"That's right! What does it have to do with us? Come on, let's go back to the car and watch a movie!" Wu Ming put his hand on Zhuge Dachang's shoulder and prepared to leave...

"Hey, wait...don't you want to recognize me as your godfather?" Leng Zhenyue hurriedly stopped them.

"The godfather thing is so fake. Of those women who rely on their reputations to make a living, who doesn't have ten or eight godfathers?" Zhuge Dachang showed disdain and said, "You call me godfather in front of others, but you call me godfather when you get home!"

"By the way, do you always have a goddaughter?" Wu Ming asked casually.

"Don't worry about that. How can you accept me as your godfather? Or become my disciple." Leng Zhenyue's face was slightly red, his eyes were wandering, and he was talking about him.

"This is an era where real money speaks for itself!" Zhuge Dachang said with a deep look on his face.

"Beauty girls can also be considered!" Wu Ming added.

A minute later, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang had an extra godfather, and a check worth 100,000 yuan in their pockets!

"Oh, my godfather is so kind!"

Wu Ming grabbed Leng Zhenyue with a smile and said, "Let's go and see my niece. I won't miss her all day long."

The father and son walked happily to the cold office...

…………………………………………

With the Supreme Emperor accompanying them, the assistant secretary Tianxian outside the president's office did not stop them, and the three women entered the president's office in a swaggering manner.

This was a dark office with all the curtains drawn and the lights turned on in broad daylight. Leng Bingbing, who was wearing a gray ladies suit, saw the person coming and just glanced at him without saying anything.

"Bing'er, why don't you pay attention when your uncle comes in?" Leng Zhenyue showed a hint of dignity.

"What's the matter with you?" Leng Bingbing didn't even raise his head, still immersed in writing something.

Leng Zhenyue soon lost his breath and said cheerfully: "It's nothing, I just came to see you."

Wu Ming poked his waist, Leng Zhenyue coughed twice and said, "Do you know these two people?"

"Um!"

"They are now my uncle's godsons!"

"Godson?" Leng Bingbing finally raised her head, showing a hint of surprise.
To be continued...