Old Wang Doesn’t Want to be Tragic

r and sister-in-law died, the other party lost thirty thousand yuan.

The money was originally in the hands of the grandfather, but it was slowly taken away by the uncle’s creditor.

“One hundred thousand??” Uncle Yu shook his head triumphantly, while accentuating his tone, he replied, “It’s, ten million!”

Ji Lian Huo didn’t say anything, this number was too ethereal.
It was impossible for him to earn that much money in this lifetime.

“Ah??” Uncle Yu looked diagonally across from him and called out in surprise. 

Ji Lian Huo subconsciously raised his head and saw two men come out of the nightclub and look at the car with a smile.

“It seems to be a big man…” Uncle Yu opened his eyes wide to watch the excitement.

“Those two are the managers of this bar.
I saw my youngest son’s boss come to play here before.
He was the big boss but was never greeted by the manager.
This one looks quite big.”

Ji Lian Huo also looked up at the scene.

“Night Hunting Bar, Xiao Ji, you must have heard of it.
I heard from my youngest son that there is an inner bar and outer bar, as well as a swimming pool.
There are also so many beautiful girls!”

Ji Lian Huo glanced at Uncle Ye’s eyes which were full of enthusiasm and then focused his eyes on the lunch box in his hand again.

“Hey, the people in the car came out!” 

Uncle Yu excitedly rubbed Ji Lian Huo’s elbow.

Holding the lunch box firmly, Ji Lian Huo looked up.
The one that caught his eye was the one who stepped out of the car, a man in spotless precious black leather shoes.

The man in a straight black suit had a slender figure, long legs, and a narrow waist. 

Ji Lian Huo’s eyes slowly moved up, and he unconsciously held his breath.

Unlike Ji Lian Huo’s vague guess before, the man was very young.

The button of a man’s white shirt was tied to the top, his complexion was white, his facial features were slender, and he had a pair of gold-frame glasses on the bridge of his straight nose. 

The man looked elegant and gentle.
Although the color of the thin lips was light, it looked beautiful and hard to ignore.

For some reason, Ji Lian Huo suddenly felt that the forearm that he was injured this morning had started to get hot and itchy.
As if the blood was boiling and making people want to tear it hard.