Super Treasure Hunter

Master Cong stared at the middle of the week for a long time, and suddenly said: "Everyone is a man, so I know what you want to do."

He didn't speak in the middle of the week, just looked at him like an idiot.

Master Cong snorted coldly: "However, you don't weigh how many catties you have. Do you know if it wasn't for Qi Yu, I now have hundreds of ways to kill you!"

"You can try it." Midweek just said lightly.

However, this attitude in the middle of the week made Young Master Cong even more annoyed. He snorted again: "Playing with a guy like you, and then making Qi Yu hate me? Are you too overestimating yourself?"

"Well, I'll give you one hundred thousand, stay away from Qi Yu from now on!"

Young Master Cong said with a lofty expression, after all, in his eyes, this 100,000 yuan is already a very generous sum of money for a guy like Zhou Zhong.

He had done a lot of things like this before, and it could be said that he had enough capital, and those people, without exception, retreated one after another.

Only this time he encountered an exception. Zhou Zhong gave a sneer, glanced at him and said, "You should keep your money to see the doctor. Is the injury on your hand healed?"

Speaking of this, Young Master Cong almost couldn't help the urge to kill again. How could the pain that was crushed by a boulder just fade away?

He still had a fiery pain in his hand, if it weren't for Tang Qiyu, he would have gone to see a doctor.

It was Tang Qiyu who came out of the back kitchen to prevent Master Cong from attacking. She curiously asked: "What are you talking about? I just heard the voices of you both inside."

Young Master Cong immediately changed to another person, and smiled like a gentleman: "It's okay, I just talked about my ideals. This Mr. Zhou and I hit it off right away!"

At first sight, your uncle! Young Master Cong added something in his heart.

"Oh." Tang Qiyu didn't think much.

Soon, there was no episode in the meal, but after the meal, Master Cong suddenly said: "Qi Yu, I'm here this time, it's actually the crew's intention. You two should have enough rest, right? gone back."

Just on the way back, I heard from the two in mid-week that they were not from Jinling City, but they were filming in a nearby city. They had time and they came to Jinling to play while they were resting.

"It is indeed time to go back." Tang Qiyu said regretfully.

Young Master Cong suddenly suggested, "Should we not let Mr. Zhou play with us? After all, it is the person who saved Ran Ran, of course I have to thank him."

Tang Qiyu's eyes lit up and she immediately thought it was a good idea, but she still asked Zhou Zhong, "Does Mr. Zhou have time?"

As if for fear that Zhou Zhong would disagree, Young Master Cong strongly persuaded: "Anyway, it is a two or three-hour drive away. When I get there, I should treat Mr. Zhou well. Mr. Zhou will not save the face. Are you not giving it?"

The word hospitality was extremely heavy by him.

After all, this Jinling is not his site. When Yecheng arrives, are there hundreds of ways to kill him this week?

It was easy to think of some way to make this bunny make a fool of himself, so he was only worried that he would not dare to go in midweek.

Mid-Zhou thought for a while and glanced at the Young Master Cong. Mid-Zhou couldn't be more clear about what idea this guy had in his heart.

So I didn't plan to change my mind temporarily in the past week.

Since you want to make trouble so much, don't blame me for being rude.

"Okay."

Nodded midweek.

The two women are very happy. After all, after some contact, they have a very good impression of Midweek. Of course, it is best to be able to invite Midweek to pass.

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Young Master Cong drove the car on the road. Two hours later, he had reached the boundary of Yecheng.

After arriving here, Master Cong just made two phone calls, and a lot of friends came. Master Cong smiled and said, "Since I'm out to play, of course the more people the better, Mr. Zhou doesn't mind?"

After a glance in the middle of the week, I could see that these young people were basically all dudes, the kind whose bodies were hollowed out by alcohol, just a faint smile.

Young Master Cong was a little unhappy with the attitude of Midweek. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to make Midweek feel ashamed. He didn't expect this guy to be so pretended, as if he knew more people than himself!

"Where are we going?" Although Tang Qiyu didn't like this Young Master Cong, he couldn't refuse because of his identity.

Sometimes that's the case in the entertainment industry. You have to do something you don't like. Of course, if the bottom line is really involved, she will definitely not agree.

Young Master Cong drove the car and said with a confident expression: "Go to the racecourse for horse racing!"

This horse racing, he has been playing for a long time, as long as the time comes to show off his style on the horse, how can he not let Tang Qiyu be convinced by his strength and heroism?

After speaking, Master Cong glanced at Midweek with disdain, he thought about the idea of ​​going to horse racing.

Horse racing is not something everyone can play. He had predicted early that this **** would not be able to ride a horse in the middle of the week. At that time, he could mock the middle of the week to death and take the opportunity to lower his impression in Tang Qiyu's heart!

Tang Qiyu was a little sad and said, "I have never touched a horse before. What should I do if I make a fool of myself."

Master Cong smiled and said, "It's okay, I can teach you."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Zhou Zhong and said, "Mr. Zhou, it should be good to come to equestrian? You can also teach Qi Yu some equestrian skills."

After sitting in the car, the middle of the week nodded and said: "Understand a little bit."

Master Cong suddenly sneered, knowing a little bit? He naturally regarded this as a fig leaf of the week.

But he wasn't worried, the harder he was now in the middle of the week, he could take the opportunity to laugh at the middle of the week after he was on the racecourse.

Horse racing is a niche sport, but it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a sport for the rich.

After arriving at the racecourse, there were only a few people there.

After Young Master Cong spoke to a few people, after talking to the owner of the racecourse twice, he took a more graceful horse and stood up. Although not particularly skilled, in the eyes of laymen, it is true. It feels a bit majestic.

Immediately there was a burst of applause.

Young Master Cong, who was sitting on horseback, showed a provocative look at Zhou Zhong.

Soon, under the instruction of the young master Cong, the owner of the racecourse came with a group of dark brown horses. These horses are tall and mighty, but at a glance, they are very rebellious. a feeling of.