He Has a Dragon

In the study, the father and son deduced the various possibilities that they thought would happen next. 【First release】

The discussion continued until very late, and then the conversation ended.

Finally, before leaving the study, Xiao Yuanfang warned Wang Ledao again: "I will notify you as soon as possible when I find out more about it, but you must be careful."

Wang Le smiled and nodded in agreement, then left the study with Xiao Yuanfang and returned to their respective rooms to rest.

"It seems that we need to quickly practice the Vajra Glazed Cover during this period."

Lying in bed, Wang Le thought of the challenges he was about to face and felt the urgency to continue to strengthen his strength.

Because it was already very late and he was not in a hurry to leave the capital, Wang Le did not go out to Su Yang for treatment.

As usual, while Wang Le was doing daily practice to improve his martial arts realm, he was also practicing on the Vajra Glazed Cover while focusing on two tasks.

Time passed slowly during the practice. The moon fell and the stars dimmed. The sky turned from black to white. The red sun broke free from the last trace of restraint and slowly climbed up, dyeing half of the sky with blood red. It was particularly gorgeous. .

At eight o'clock in the morning, Wang Le, who was practicing meditation, also woke up with the sun shining through the window. He put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. After a simple wash, he came to the dining room.

At this time, Xiao Yuanfang had already gone out, and Lulu was also escorted to school by the guards at home.

Ning Bizhi, who was walking in the courtyard with a big belly, saw that Wang Le had already gotten up, so she returned to the house.

"You kid didn't say hello in advance before coming to the capital. As a result, when I woke up in the morning, I didn't know you went home last night."

After asking the housekeeping staff to bring hot breakfast from the kitchen, Ning Bizhi scolded Wang Le angrily to Wang Le who was sitting at the dining table.

Wang Le quickly nodded to admit his mistake, apologized with a smile and explained: "I came to the capital yesterday afternoon and went to Lian Yayuan to chat with the old man about some things. Later, I was called by Xiyan to go to the hair salon, which delayed a lot of time, so I was a little bit confused when I came back. It’s night.”

Immediately, Wang Le touched his hair and said with an expression that he was ready to praise me: "Mom, your son's hair style is not bad, isn't it?!"

Ning Bizhi nodded and praised without thinking, "My son is born handsome. He can have any hairstyle, and he is also the most handsome.

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Young Master Wang was so happy with Ning Bizhi's praise that he even ate two more bowls of porridge.

"Xiao Le, you just happened to be back. It's still the same thing I mentioned before. I need to talk to you."

After Wang Le finished eating and was sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking tea after dinner, Ning Bizhi, who was sitting opposite, spoke.

Putting down the tea cup in his hand, Wang Le asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"

Ning Bizhi replied: "Yu Weicheng, your mother's classmate at Beijing University, is now in the capital. He has always wanted to meet you, but he always missed it. Do you think you should inform him and arrange a place to chat? "

Seeing Wang Le, he nodded and agreed without thinking too much: "Well, it's better to choose a different day and meet today. Otherwise, we don't know when we will have to wait until next time!"

After a pause, Wang Le said: "By the way, this kid is still a junior after all. You'd better ask him where he lives. If it's convenient, it would be better for me to pay him a visit in person."

Ning Bizhi thought about it, and then she got up and walked to the landline, found Yu Weicheng's mobile phone number, and dialed it.

At this time, Wang Le was also looking forward to the next meeting with Yu Weicheng, because he knew very little about his mother, who had only seen photos and passed away after giving birth to him.

Perhaps he could learn some past events from his mother's old classmate. He wanted to know what kind of person his mother was.

As a human son, Wang Le's understanding and memory of his biological mother, Wang Xiaodie, were completely blank.

Because of this, Wang Le always wanted to make up for this blank space and try to make up for it with more colors. So when he was a child, he would always pester Dean Chen and ask him many things about his mother, and Dean Chen always asked him many questions about his mother. He keeps secrets and doesn't want to talk much.

As he grew older and matured, Wang Lecai understood the reason why Dean Chen didn't want to talk more. Because he was gone and the past was too sad, so from then on he stopped asking about his mother's life.

But in my heart I still longed to know more about my mother.

Wang Le's heart was fluctuating at this moment, with anxiety mixed with expectation.

At the same time, two men walked out of the airport lobby in the suburbs of Beijing. One of them was the former king of underground fighting in Tianxiang Pavilion in Beijing!

"The young boy left home and returned home. Now he still remembers the scene when he left the capital at the age of eight. In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed. Time flies so fast."

Walking in front of the top climbers, a young and handsome long-haired man wearing a very ordinary white T-shirt and jeans closed his eyes, breathed in the air of his hometown, and said with emotion.

"There is no time in the mountains, and it is extremely boring. Only by entering this world can you feel the meaning of life. Brother Lu must enjoy it when he returns to Beijing this time."

The peaker, who was standing half a step behind the young man, said with a smile. Now the braid on the back of his head has grown again. Well, it is about twenty centimeters long, which is longer than the braid that Mr. Wang bit off. It's still a lot shorter. It can only be said that the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard and apply more hair growth lotion.

The man surnamed Lu opened his slender single-lidded eyes. He obviously did not agree with the point of view of the peak person, and murmured: "Things are different and people are different. This mortal world is just a tie in martial arts practice."

The peak person didn't take it seriously, and even if he had an opinion, he didn't dare to speak it out. You must know that the big man standing in front of him is many times stronger than him.

"Brother Qian, is that person named Wang Le really that powerful? Can he reach the innate realm without systematic training?"

The man surnamed Lu showed an interesting look, turned to look at the peaker and asked.

The pinnacle man's heart twitched, and every time he dreamed about it at midnight, he thought of the scene in the ring where he was beaten by that bastard Wang Le to the point where his grandma didn't even recognize him, and the hatred in his heart deepened.

If it weren't for the master's panacea, he, the peak person, would have become a useless person in this life.

Every time he sees the missing long braid on his head in the mirror, it's like the word "waste" is carved on his forehead. This shame makes him suffer day and night. If he doesn't take revenge, he will be a top person for the rest of his life. Can't hold my head up.

But when I think of Wang Le's terrifying strength, and what makes people even more frightened and desperate is that this bastard is a complete pervert, the peak person no longer has the courage to fight with him.

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