He Has a Dragon

In the end, Mr. Wang still failed to enter his fiancée's boudoir as he wished. {First release}

Instead, in full view of everyone, Miss Mu pinched his waist and "threw" him into a guest room upstairs.

During this period, no one disturbed Wang Le, who was staying in the room to recuperate. It was not until the last ray of sunset fell, the lights of thousands of houses lit up, the nightclubs in Sijiu City began to welcome guests, and the door of the guest room on the second floor was opened by Mu Xi. Tiger rings.

Wang Le opened the door with a calm expression.

In the darkness, the green and white scalp can be vaguely seen between the short hair, the thin face with white sword eyebrows, and the two black lights in the eyes are like deep ancient wells.

When the door was opened, the room was dark and the corridor was brightly lit, like two worlds.

At least for Mu Xihu, the visual impact was great. He was in the light, and his brother-in-law came from the endless darkness.

Mu Xihu knew that underneath his brother-in-law's innocent and even childish face, he had a perverted, cruel and ruthless heart.

It seems that all the negative words that describe human beings can be applied to this heart.

Well, at least for Mu Xihu, the scenes he had seen were like this, of course, they were all against the enemy.

At this moment, when he opened the door, Mu Xihu's mind was taken over by the invisible aura emanating from Wang Le!

"Little Tiger?"

Just when Mu Xihu was in a trance, Wang Le called out softly.

Mu Xihu shuddered, and goosebumps appeared on the skin under his clothes at some point.

"Brother-in-law, you can go." Mu Xihu said respectfully unconsciously.

Wang Le curled his lips and looked at his brother-in-law with some doubts. He always felt that this guy was a bit weird.

However, Wang Le didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded and took the lead in walking downstairs along the corridor.

Looking at his brother-in-law's back, Mu Xihu shook his head vigorously to wake himself up, and then quickly followed Wang Le downstairs.

When the two came downstairs, Mu Xiyan and Chen Sheng were already waiting in the living room with Mr. Mu.

"Grandpa, are you going to Tianxiang Pavilion too?"

Seeing that the old man was neatly dressed and leaning on his crutch in front of the sofa, Wang Le asked speechlessly.

Mr. Mu stood up from the sofa, took the walking stick, put it on the floor, and said with a smile: "The competition between innate masters is more exciting than the last battle on the top of the Taihe Palace. Such a rare thing, of course, You have to go and take a look, why don’t you kid like it?"

Wang Le glanced at the other three people, and then smiled bitterly and said: "You keep going, how dare you stop me?"

"I'm sorry you kid doesn't have the guts!"

After Mr. Mu finished speaking, he waved his hand and walked out of the gate with a walking stick. When Mu Xiyan saw this, she quickly stepped forward to wait on her, for fear of encountering any bumps in the door.

After leaving the yard, the old man's car and driver were already waiting there.

Mu Xiyan and Chen Sheng accompanied the old man on the black red flag and left first.

Then Wang Le and Mu Xihu also got into the Q7.

Naturally, Mu Xihu acted as the driver, started the car and left Lian Yayuan, catching up with Hong Qi who had taken the first step, and headed towards Tianxiang Pavilion in the suburbs of Beijing along the street lights.

The traffic in Sijiucheng is always jammed, and tomorrow is the beginning of the May Day holiday, so the traffic jam is likely to last forever.

Fortunately, the car that followed the old man along the way did not do anything special. Although it was a bit jammed, it was still cleverly avoided after arrangements by the relevant departments.

At 7:30 in the evening, Hongqi and Q7, one black and one white, stopped at the entrance of Tianxiang Pavilion.

At this time, the silver moon has also hung in the sky, and the sky is filled with stars.

Tianxiang Pavilion, a building in the style of the Republic of China, is coated with ethereal meaning under the moonlight and stars.

Although it doesn't have the luxurious appearance of the bustling places in Forty-Nine City, the parking lot in front of the door is full of luxury cars, as well as those outstanding beauties, plus the picture-scroll-like artistic conception of the buildings, it says it all, well , this is where the children of wealthy families gather.

When Mike Zhao, who had been waiting for a long time, saw the old man supported by Mu Xiyan at the door, he thought he was dazzled at night.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rush of excitement and he quickly rushed forward.

"Hello Grandpa Mu!"

At this time, Mike Zhao didn't look arrogant at all, he bowed respectfully and said greetings.

Mr. Mu hummed indifferently, then slowly walked to the door and stopped, looking up at the sign of Tianxiang Pavilion.

It happened to be the time for guests to enter Tianxiang Pavilion. Although Mr. Mu rarely appeared in public, most of the people who came to Tianxiang Pavilion were disciples from the circle.

The children of these aristocratic families grew up listening to the stories of Mr. Mu’s generation. If it were not for the old men’s expansion of territory, founding of countries and titles, they would not be visiting Tianxiang Pavilion today, but just like ordinary people. Experiencing cold tea, thin wine, and the life of an old woman.

Therefore, Mr. Mu and the other four who are still alive today are the spiritual totems of the children of the Four-Nine City aristocratic families.

When Mr. Mu, who rarely showed up, stood in front of the door and looked at the plaque of Tianxiang Pavilion, he was still recognized by many people, but they did not say anything and walked into Tianxiang Pavilion silently and knowingly.

When Mike Zhao came up to him, Mr. Mu finally said: "Quan Hui's handwriting is unique, and his talent, intelligence and intelligence are very rare among his generation in Sijiu City."

After a pause, Mr. Mu turned to look at Zhao Mike’s mixed-race face.

Just when Mike Zhao was so shocked by Mr. Mu's world-savvy eyes that he was sweating all over his body, and when Wang Le and Mu Xihu also walked up, the old man finally spoke.

"It's not easy for Quanhui. For this cross-border marriage, he gave up everything in the country, including his official career."

Mike Zhao was stunned. He had lived abroad for many years, and later returned to China with his father. He had never heard such secrets from his family and friends.

"If Quanhui had chosen another path and given up on this cross-border marriage, you wouldn't be where you are today, so don't let him down."

After Mr. Mu finished speaking, he walked into Tianxiang Pavilion with Mu Xiyan's support.

At this time, after hearing what Mr. Mu said, Mike Zhao couldn't help but be proud of having such a father.

Only those born into a wealthy family know how difficult it is to give up everything. At least he, Mike Zhao, couldn't do it, and he also believed that most people couldn't do it, but his father, Zhao Quanhui, did it!

Mike Zhao suddenly realized that he had never understood his father at all. He turned out to be so great and unattainable.

Wang Le, who was walking behind, passed by Mike Zhao, who was excited and clenched his fists.

At this moment, Wang Le envied Mike Zhao for having a father like Zhao Quanhui.

PS, I promised to make up for the fourth update yesterday.

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