Reading to Become a God

"Xiao Li loves to listen to me the most, even if I say, you must be jealous!" Duran dismissed Li Xiangyang and walked quickly to the door.

The Li family is a servant, two servants from Duran's hometown, plus the driver, usually five people living in this villa, and Mrs. Wang opened the door at this time.

As soon as the door on the first floor opened, Mrs. Wang smiled and said to Wanli: "Miss, you are back!" But when she saw Wanli's clothes were stained with blood and the bag in her hand was full of blood, she was startled and shouted: "It's all blood!" Miss, what's wrong with you? "

"Sister Wang, don't shout, I'm fine. "Wan Li was a little tired and still worried about me. She walked straight to Wang's sister-in-law.

Wang's sister-in-law's cry immediately startled Duran, who was following him. Duran was surprised and looked carefully. No, there was blood on Wan Li's skirt, blood on the injured bag, and even a few clothes in the white bag she was twisting in her hand. She was sure that the pink shirt in the bag was bought by her and Wan Li together, and it cost more than five thousand yuan.

"Xiao Li, you" Duran's heart pounded, and she told Li Xiangyang to the girls in her unit. She was really afraid that Wan Li would get into trouble.

"Auntie, look at you. This is not my blood. This is my boyfriend's. He was injured in a fight with the gangsters. "Wan Li smiled slightly and walked over, grabbed Duran's arm, and explained quickly.

When Duran heard that this was not Wan Li's blood, he looked around Wan Li's body with distrust, and confirmed that he was not injured, and he was relieved.

"You girl, you scared me to death" Duran touched her hand on her chest and was scared for a while, but at this time, she suddenly remembered something. Xiao Li, what did you say about your boyfriend just now? When did you have a boyfriend? Who is he? What is his name? How long is its history? Where did it come from. How can he fight with people casually? Such a person is too dangerous. "

Duran asked more than a dozen questions in one breath, without waiting for Wan Li to speak.

"Auntie, you have so many questions, how can I answer you? Okay, don't worry. Do you have chickens in my house first? I'm going to stew chicken soup tonight."

"Yes, but stew chicken soup tonight? In the middle of the night, you are." Duran has a tongue, I really don't know what to say. This kid seems to have stolen Wan Li's heart, otherwise Wan Li would not think so. "No, if you don't tell me who the boy is, I won't let you cook it."

"He called me, okay?" Wan Li laughed when she heard that there was a whole chicken at home. "Auntie, you don't know him, and you haven't seen him. When he was injured, I asked him to go home to see you. Any questions? Ask him. "Now, I'm going to take a shower. Please help me get the chicken out, and write a recipe for stewed chicken soup when I come down to stew it myself. "

"Me? There's also a surname Wu. Well, anyway, as long as it's not what your mother said I could do. Ouch, why is there so much blood, your boyfriend and your wife, right? What a dangerous battle. Xiao Li, go take a shower. I can't bother you anymore. I'll prepare a stewed chicken soup for you, and wait for you to cook it yourself. "

"Uncle, I'll go to bed later. I'll ask you questions. "Wan Li naturally did not forget to say hello to her little uncle who loved her the most. In her mind, the little uncle was like her brother, like her best friend, and never gave her a face. She would rather tell her uncle than go to her father.

Li Xiangyang, who was watching TV there, had not been in the mood to watch financial programs for a long time. Although he did not ask any questions, his whole mind was on Wan Li opening the door, and the whole thing flew towards Wan Li's body. At this time, he heard Wan Li's words. He responded nonchalantly and focused on his financial plan again.

Watching Wan Li pedal upstairs, Duran had a blank expression on his face, and Mr. Wang, who was sitting next to him, grabbed the remote control and reached out to turn off the TV.

"Hey, what are you doing?"