Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun did not stay in the daily rental house, but directly got on Yuan Huapeng's car.

However, he did not return to the hotel. He chose a four-star hotel to stay more than one kilometer away from the hospital.

Yuan Huapeng had a ghost in his heart, and he didn't dare to ask why you lived here, just watched him go through the formalities.

Feng Jun glanced at the good scenery and told the front desk, "Open two suites."

The suite soon opened, and there was no such thing as a tight room in the room that Yuan Huapeng said.

However, the deposit of the room was still rushed by the second sister. "Xiaomei, if you still recognize me as an old sister, let me come!"

She was not right with Feng Jun, and she was directly facing the good scenery.

The two suites are on the same floor, not far away. Everyone went in and looked at the room. Feng Jun turned around and left, "You are here, I will come back immediately."

He went downstairs and looked around. He quickly walked to the east, walked three or four hundred meters, turned into a wooded courtyard, looked at the location of the surrounding cameras, walked to a secluded bush No one noticed that three suitcases were released.

Yuan Huapeng was staying in the room, and his heart was also a little uneasy: this guy wouldn't slip again?

Not long after, Feng Jun came and dragged three trolley boxes in his hand. Yuan Huapeng saw it and blinked.

This guy ... actually has someone to respond?

Feng Jun delivered the trolley case with a good view, and then glanced at Yuan Huapeng, "Go to the hospital and take a look."

In fact, he was also very curious, how could his eyes not open?

When he came to the hospital, Yuan Huakun and his elder sister were there, and naturally it was a polite encounter to see him.

Yuan Lao tossed for a long time, just fell asleep, Feng Jun stepped forward step by step, and rang his pulse again.

After the pulse, he was somewhat fortunate that he came here, and the old man's vitality dropped badly. Even if he can withstand the next time to take forging Dan, it may not be the next time, and there may be syncope.

But why can't Yuan Lao keep his eyes open, he still can't understand it, but can only feel that the location of the lesion has improved a lot, but there is still a long way to go.

When he closed his hands, he couldn't help but humming, "Yes, I need a Pei Yuan Dan."

When the elder sister heard this clearly, she couldn't help but startled slightly, "I still need that green pill?"

Feng Jun nodded, his face was very ugly, and he did not expect that after the old age, Pei Yuandan's effectiveness passed so fast, it was indeed a great man, and he could not escape the natural laws of life, death, old age and death. .

Realizing this, he felt that this time he didn't come in vain, but it was really a little unexpected to use two Pei Yuan Dan.

Yuan Huakun and the elder sister would like to ask why they still need Pei Yuan Dan. After all, for the first two medicines, they paid the purchase amount of 300 tons of zha medicine, and then added a pill medicine, the amount has to be increased again. Right?

But the two people saw that Feng Jun's look was not good, so they didn't sensibly blame others for pushing the blame on the hospital. In the end, don't we have to admit it?

If the other party doesn't mention it, they don't ask. Anyway, the old man is gradually returning to normal, and then someone will naturally take the lead.

Feng Jun and Yuan Huapeng had just left. The elder sister's cell phone vibrated. She glanced away and gave a soft click.

Yuan Huakun glanced at her, "What's wrong?"

The elder sister hesitated and said in a weird expression, "The second child said ... You can contact the model for the small contest."

The news came from the second sister. She saw that Xiaomei took a pack of sanitary napkins and entered the bathroom.

Yuan Huakun is a bit sloppy. This is the difference between Hua Peng and the second sister. The second sister wants to take the route of his wife, but Hua Peng feels that Feng Jun is young and hard-working, and may like fresh more.

But he is so old that he can almost give birth to Feng Jun, and actually pimped him ...

Thinking that, he touched his phone and sent a message to Yuan Huapeng, "The second sister said that Xiaomei and Feng Jun are just good friends, maybe not what we thought."

Of course, this news will not be sent through the group, after all, there are children in the group.

Therefore, the second sister did not know that the news she sent to the big sister was actually misrepresented.

Seeing this news, Yuan Huapeng froze for a moment before returning an "ok" gesture.

The day happened to be a weekend, and after dinner that night, the second sister invited Haojing and Feng Jun to a concert.

Good scenery itself is engaged in music, and he is still playing piano. He heard that he can listen to concerts in Beijing, and the joy is overwhelming.

I ca n’t help but think about it. Xu Tiejun sent a car to send someone. Feng Jun and Haojingjing played in Beijing for several days. The enthusiasm was terribly enthusiastic, but after the second sister knocked on the side for a long time to understand Good scenery cannot be resisted.

Although she still glanced at Feng Jun, the expression in her eyes could not be concealed.

Feng Jun scratched his chin and nodded with a smile, "Then ... go together."

He said this a little bit reluctantly, because he was really not interested in it. Someone Feng was a liberal arts monk. When he was in school, he also learned some harmonica, Xiao and guitar instruments.

And his guitar plays well, and his self-singing will also be better than most people.

But that's really just following the mainstream, singing pop songs and nothing wrong, Bel Canto is blind.

If you let him listen to the concert, all the melodious songs, he might fall asleep. In fact, he had such an experience.

As for the concert, he can already foresee the consequences. It is estimated that the severity will not be inferior to the scene of the car accident.

But is there any way? I have already visited the mall with the scenery, and this is no more.

Yuan Huapeng was very keenly aware of his reluctance, so he smiled and said, "Listen to the concert, you ladies just go. I will still accompany the master and enjoy the night of the capital."

"What do you appreciate at night?" The second sister snorted dismissively, and then glanced at the good scenery. "Or ... shall we go?"

Well, no one asked the choice of his master.

The good scenery looked at Feng Jun a little helplessly, but there was no expectation in her eyes.

The two had been on and off for a short time. Feng Jun knew she was a professional in music and said that she was a layman.

Feng Jun hesitated, and finally decided not to go ugly, "Well, you go, we will just turn around nearby."

But how could Yuan Huapeng let him "turn around casually"? After seeing the two ladies leave, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Go, find a place to drink again ... Just when you are, Li Ting won't ask me more."

Feng Jun heard the words and looked at him in surprise. "No, are you also a tracheitis?"

In his feelings, Yuan Huapeng is the kind of unsmiling person, and his image is particularly good. The middle-aged and handsome man, and Li Ting can only say that the upper middle and the family seem to have some ways. The lives of these two people ... Is there space for each other?

Yuan Huapeng smiled, "You can't talk about bronchitis, it's just that there are too many beautiful girls in the capital, and there are many scheming ... not bragging, is my image pretty good?"

Feng Jun was amused by his last sentence. He really did not expect that the old-fashioned Yuan Huapeng had such a side.

If the other party does not pretend, he will not pretend, "It is really good, you can raise a few illegitimate children and pass on the good genes."

"This is not enough," Yuan Huapeng shook his head with a smile. "This can't be done in China."

Feng Jun glanced at him sideways and asked in surprise, "I heard you mean, did you do it abroad?"

Yuan Huapeng did not deny, but just spoke lightly, "That was an accident. The woman pierced the sleeve with a needle and came to me with a big belly ... on the condition that I divorced or she went abroad."

Feng Jun's mouth twitched, "This is really ... a lot of scheming."

"I have been very restrained," Yuan Huapeng sighed helplessly, "I feel that she has a big mind and has done special protection, but I didn't expect ..."

"Yeah," Feng Jun nodded sympathetically. "No one likes to take a shower in a raincoat."

"The master really is a man of temperament," Yuan Huapeng gave a thumbs up and spoke with a smile.

This kind of topic can quickly narrow the distance between men. Forty minutes later, the two stopped at the door of a bar, and it was already possible to conduct in-depth exchanges on this topic.

Feng Jun took a look at the location of the bar. He was very suspicious of Zheng Yang's acting performance. Did he copy the environment here?

It is also a compound, there is no building at close range, and even the store can not see one.

The two younger brothers came over and pulled the door diligently. One of the younger brothers saw Yuan Huapeng and greeted him respectfully, "Brother Peng has not been here for a long time."

Yuan Huapeng nodded slightly and asked casually, "Has the game come?"

"Sai Ge is here," the two younger brothers replied in unison, it seems that this small game still often comes in and out of here.

After entering the bar, Feng Jun found that it was really similar to Zheng Yang's acting bar.

The only difference is that the performance stage here is not big. The seats are divided upstairs and downstairs. The decoration is in a rustic style. At the same time, it is light, with a bit of vicissitudes and simplicity. Even the seats are wicker chairs.

But what is certain is that ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Although these decoration are not very eye-catching, the price is absolutely expensive.

The rattan chairs and sofas upstairs and downstairs can hold about 200 people. The bar at the door and a few high stools. Feng Jun is familiar with this atmosphere.

There are now forty or fifty guests in the field, and the quality of the guests is not bad. There is no sound quietly. On the stage, a middle-aged down-looking man who looks a bit like Huang Bo, holding a guitar, is playing himself. Singing "The Imperial Capital"

The sound of the sound is not high, just right. The man has a ponytail and sings with weakness. He does not sing solitude, hesitation and confusion. Instead, it is like telling someone else ’s story, which is a bit sad and heartless.

The waiter led Yuan Huapeng and Feng Jun to the second floor and came to a deck.

The man in the deck has stood up, a man and three women, a man nearly thirty years old, of medium size and medium build, respectfully greeted Yuan Huapeng, "Hello Peng, this brother ... Hello."

Yuan Huapeng frowned, and asked faintly, "What about the game?"

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