My Wife Has A Lot Of Money!

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Eight

Jiang He wanted to comfort Ouyang Mingyue in this way, but he didn't know what to say at the end of his mouth, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Come in and take a bath first, and get a good night's sleep. I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"no problem."

Ouyang Mingyue could only agree to the party's conditions. Besides that, she couldn't think of any other solutions. Just as she got up and was about to enter the villa, a voice came from the darkness.

"Miss is you?"

That voice was trembling constantly, and Ouyang Mingyue turned around to look, standing in front of her was a man with a slightly rickety figure.

He was in his fifties, with a scar on his face, and his face looked particularly ugly.

The moment Ouyang Mingyue saw the other party, tears burst into her eyes.

"Uncle Zhang."

This Uncle Zhang is the old housekeeper of their Ouyang family, who was sent out by the family to do some things this morning.

It is precisely because of this that Lao Zhang was spared, Ouyang Mingyue ran to him, hugged him tightly, her body trembled, and tears rained down.

"Miss, don't worry."

Lao Zhang still had no idea what happened. When he returned home, he saw piles of corpses, blood flowing, and bones.

The raging fire burned in the darkness, and the originally tall and towering buildings turned into a sea of ​​fire, which appeared so conspicuous in the darkness.

When Lao Zhang saw this scene, he felt angry and desperate at the same time he was quite curious. Who did it?

Nowadays, there are only a handful of people who have that kind of ability in the local area and can do something to the Ouyang family.

He looked through every corpse, and didn't find that Ouyang Mingyue's Lao Zhang was looking for the latter with a trace of luck.

I thought that Ouyang Mingyue would definitely be taken away by the group of beasts and beasts. He would insult him in every possible way, and would eventually die. Fortunately, God bless the Ouyang family.

Ouyang Mingyue is still alive.

"Uncle Zhang, I have no home."

In a simple sentence, the voice kept choking and drifting in the evening breeze. After Lao Zhang heard it, he seemed to be stabbed fiercely in his heart.

The Ouyang family has extraordinary significance to Lao Zhang.

Many years ago, because of his ugly face and short stature, he did not find any suitable job. Just as he gave up the hope of life and prepared for this dying life, he met Ouyang Qiankun.

At that time, Ouyang Qiankun was in his prime of life, and he had already made a career in the local area, and his name was as dazzling as the sun.

Seeing himself standing on the edge of the rushing river, Ouyang Qiankun immediately understood his thoughts, and quickly stopped him, and comforted him, letting him be a housekeeper in his own house.

This should be more than two decades.

In Lao Zhang's mind, Ouyang Qiankun is not only his boss, but also his brother and his lifesaver.

For more than ten years, he has long regarded everyone in the Ouyang family as a part of his life, inseparable and indispensable.

But now they are all dead.

"Miss who did it, you tell me."

Ouyang Mingyue cried and said, "That bastard did it during the day."

"Miss, don't worry, I will take revenge."

Ouyang Mingyue didn't pay attention to what the old steward had just said. Lao Zhang was just an ordinary person and had no basis for martial arts practice at all.

How could he get revenge?

"I think it's better, Uncle Zhang."

Ouyang Mingyue quite understands how difficult it is to get revenge, and is unwilling to let the other party make unnecessary sacrifices in vain.

"If you want me to say you'd better go."

Hearing Ouyang Mingyue’s words, the latter’s body trembled slightly, and Lao Zhang clenched his fists and said, “Miss, I admit that I did not have any basis for martial arts practice before, but I can start from scratch. If two years don’t work, I use three years. If three years don’t work, I use ten years."

"The boss told me before that water drops through rocks, ropes are sawn off wood, and a drop of water can wear rocks for many years. As long as I persist, I will succeed."

Hearing what the other party said, the latter paused for a while, with a wry smile on his face.

"do not talk."

Ouyang Mingyue gently shook his head and said: "If revenge is really so simple, it would be great, but I understand that it is impossible."

"I can learn art from a teacher."

The old butler held his fist and stood up suddenly from the ground. He said, "Is Mr. Qin Feng inside?"

Now the old butler has a certain understanding of the relationship between Jiang He and Qin Feng.

"You're right."

Hearing what the other party said, the latter's eyes were obviously confused, and he asked: "Are you looking for Mr. Qin Feng for anything now?"

"Of course something is going on."

Lao Zhang squeezed the door open with his fist and went to the door of Qin Feng's room. His knees slammed on the ground.

"Mr. Qin Feng opened the door."

His voice was quite loud, and it didn't take long for Qin Feng to see Lao Zhang standing in front of him. The latter raised his head and said word by word: "Mr. Qin Feng, I hope you can promise me a request."

"What are the requirements?"

Qin Feng's gaze fell on him and said, "What can I say to you?"

"I hope you can accept me as a disciple."

Hearing what he said, Qin Feng paused for a moment, then laughed.

He wasn't laughing at each other, but he really couldn't help it. Now Lao Zhang is in his 50s.

Isn’t this kidding me to ask him to apprentice?

In Qin Feng's view, this was simply impossible, and he gently shook his head in front of the other party.

"Stop making such a joke, you'd better go."

What Qin Feng said just now also touched his heart. He raised his head and gritted his teeth, showing exceptional determination.

"I don't understand why you are?"

Lao Zhang said to Qin Feng, "I hope to learn art from your teacher. After I finish my studies, I will avenge the people in my family."

"Are you from the Ouyang family?"

Lao Zhang nodded with all his strength and said, "You are right, I am a member of the Ouyang family."

"Sorry, I don't accept disciples."

Lao Zhang didn't speak, his head hit the ground fiercely, blood flowed out.

"Are you threatening me?"

He still didn't answer Qin Feng's question, and the kowtow still continued, loudly and powerfully.

Blood was spreading on the ground, and Lao Zhang's expression was firm and methodical, and the sound of his head hitting the ground was like muyu bursts.

"You are now in your 50s. Even if I really teach you martial arts, it is too late."

Qin Feng sighed for his loyalty, but he didn't want to waste time doing useless work on him.

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