Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

As expected, Ximeng's attention was attracted by the candy.

Xiaobai also jumped out of Su Chen's sleeves, his tail tightly wrapped around the jar of candy.

Huang Nansong looked disappointed when he saw that it didn't extend its claws, but soon became excited again.

How amazing.

It's obviously a white dragon, but it can actually turn into a white snake.

Su Chen took the money for Lao Ji, looked at the time, and looked at Ximeng: "I'm going to close the stall."

Ximeng: "Take it."

Su Chen pointed to the chair she was sitting on.

The latter got up angrily and glanced at Cai Guobang. Cai Guobang hurriedly hugged the candy and wished he could have ten or eight hands to pick up all the things he bought before.

Su Chen sighed, bent his fingers, and helped him put all those things into the big bag.

Then the table was folded and placed in the teahouse.

After putting the chair in, Su Chen treated Xiao Liuer, then walked into the backyard and returned home.

Ximeng leaned against the back door and saw that he had entered the ghost tunnel. He narrowed his eyes and bit the candy in his mouth.

"Aunt?"

She turned her head, and Xiao Liu'er jumped up to her on one foot and asked her with her big eyes: "Auntie, is it okay to have porridge tonight?"

Ximeng: "What kind of porridge?"

Xiao Liu'er: "...white porridge."

"They just feed you this stuff all day long?" Xi Meng's voice suddenly rose.

Then he looked at Cai Guobang fiercely: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Come get something delicious to eat."

"Oh oh oh, Xiao Liu'er, do you have any taboos?"

Xiao Liuer shook her head repeatedly.

"No? Then I'll just order it!"

Cai Guobang stumbled out of the house, and when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Lao Song and the others had also dispersed.

Lao Song was walking into the teahouse with his hands behind his back and eyes narrowed. When he saw him, he stopped and asked, "Are you buying vegetables? Ready-made?"

"Very good, very good. I can take advantage of Xiao Liu'er again."

Before I even stepped through the door of the teahouse, a car stopped at the door.

Old Song turned around suspiciously and saw a man getting out of the car.

I had just met him in the afternoon, and he was very polite and elegant. But looking at him now, he felt inexplicably changed.

"Are you that Teacher Jiang?"

"If you don't deal with your wife's funeral, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Guanghua suddenly pulled him back: "Where is the fortune teller?"

"It's almost dark, of course Daoist Su has gone home."

"Well, old man, do you know where Su Daochang lives? I have something to do with him."

Old Song smiled at him: "In Cuicheng."

Jiang Guanghua's face froze instantly.

"Cui, Cuicheng?"

"Then he..."

"Do you plan to come back? Or are you saying you won't come back in the future?"

Old Song laughed: "Looking at what you said, Mr. Su asked someone to buy a new one even if his table broke. The tables and chairs for the stall are all in my shop. Can you still come back?"

Realizing something, Old Song said seriously: "Don't worry, Daoist Su should come back to set up a stall tomorrow morning."

"But old man, didn't you say he went back to Cuicheng? Cuicheng is so far away..."

Old Song curled his lips: "That's what we think, do you know who Taoist Su is? An expert who raises white dragons as mounts."

Huang Nansong, who came over to watch the excitement, hurriedly explained: "Old Song, please stop talking nonsense. I have already asked Daoist Su that Bailong is not his mount."

"Is this important? Didn't you see that Bai Long obeyed Daochang Su's words?" Old Song snorted, "Xiao Huang, you still need to practice your eyesight."

"I'm telling you, this is definitely because Master Su doesn't want Bai Long to be his mount. If he wanted to, Bai Long would be extremely happy."

Huang Nansong: "???"

He scratched his head: "Is...is that so?"

"Nonsense, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, how can I be wrong?" After speaking, Lao Song looked at the confused Jiang Guanghua, "Teacher Jiang, go back and come back tomorrow morning."

Jiang Guanghua pursed his lips for a moment and sighed: "This is the only way."

Just as he turned around, another car stopped.

When Lao Song saw the people getting off the car, his expression changed slightly, he turned aside silently and respectfully invited people into the teahouse.

Seeing his sudden change of attitude, Jiang Guanghua became suspicious and took a closer look at the car, a Jeep. Looking at the man who got off the car, I didn’t recognize him, but as he walked around, he gave me a strong sense of oppression.

He subconsciously took two steps back, and when he realized it, Lao Song and the man had already entered the teahouse.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Guanghua turned around and got into the car.

In the car, the driver Xiaozhou asked softly: "Third Young Master, are you going home?"

Jiang Guanghua pondered for a moment: "Let's go to the hospital."

Cuicheng.

When Su Chen closed the stall, he found Boss Zhao standing in front of him.

His eyes fell on Beibei in his arms, and Su Chen raised his eyebrows: "Boss Zhao, is something wrong?"

Boss Zhao nodded: "Master Xiao Su, there is something I want to discuss with you. I wonder if you have time."

"Is it related to Beibei?"

"Um."

Su Chen swept around and pointed at the hardware store.

"Let's go inside and talk."

In the backyard.

A Biao poured boiling water for the two of them and looked at Boss Zhao suspiciously: "Business has not been good recently?"

Boss Zhao waved his hand: "That's not the case."

After taking a sip of water and taking a deep breath, Boss Zhao said, "I've thought about it carefully these days. It seemed... too selfish to force Beibei to stay."

A Biao was stunned and frowned.

Boss Zhao looked at Su Chen: "Master Xiao Su, what do you think?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Beibei began to sob.

The little guy cried and asked in a low voice: "Dad, don't you want Beibei?"

Boss Zhao touched Beibei's head.

"How come dad doesn't want Beibei?"

"Dad loves Beibei the most."

After comforting Beibei, Boss Zhao looked at Su Chen again, expecting his answer.

Su Chen's eyes were light: "It is indeed selfish."

Hearing this, Boss Zhao laughed as if he had won a golden medal of immunity from death: "Master Su, you think so too, right?"

"So I wonder if we should let Beibei reincarnate again."

"Master Su, how do I do this? I don't quite understand, can you teach me?"

Beibei's sobbing voice was full of surprise: "Reincarnation?"

Boss Zhao pinched Beibei's cheeks.

"Yes, Beibei, do you still remember your sister? She is also reincarnated."

"If Beibei can also reincarnate, our family of three can be reunited, okay?"

A Biao looked suspicious.

A family of three reunited?

How old was the little girl his wife reincarnated into?

He looked at Su Chen blankly, and when he saw the latter nod, he rolled his eyes at Boss Zhao.

The old cow actually wanted to eat tender grass.

What's the trouble?

Looking at Boss Zhao again, his eyes were shining at the moment, and he obviously had strong expectations for the future.

Beibei asked with sobs: "After reincarnation, will Beibei grow up?"

"Yes, Beibei will not only grow taller, but also eat delicious food without talismans in the future, can directly bask in the sun, and can go to school. Beibei will have many children to play with in the future."

"So Beibei, do you want to reincarnate?"

The little guy had a simple idea and blurted out: "Yes."

Hearing this, Boss Zhao nodded with satisfaction and looked at Su Chen again.

"Master Su, look..."

A Biao had nothing to say.

Standing behind Boss Zhao, he waved desperately to Su Chen and made a big cross.

Su Chen nodded.

"Since Beibei also agrees, there is no problem."