Trafford’s Trading Club

The dark black SUV drove all the way to one of the urban villages in this city. This was the address reported by Xiaolu in the bamboo forest.

There is a father in the family who is addicted to gambling, and the girl herself is also very frugal, so it does not seem so unreasonable that she would live in such a simple place.

Only then did Zhu Maolin think of an interesting thing, that is, the bus stop clearly stated the bus time... In other words, whether there is a bus or not, you can tell at a glance, no. People will be really stupid and still waiting in place.

But when he found Xiaolu, what was she doing?

She was trotting and jumping around the bus stop, seemingly doing some warm-up exercises. She was probably really planning to spend the long night like this.

In fact, before Xiaolu left the advertising company, she could have raised the difficult issue of not having a car. Even if it didn't work out, she could ask Zhu Maolin to borrow some money for a taxi. No one would mind the one hundred and dozens of dollars...but she chose this stupidest method.

Such a girl comes from a fairy tale, right?

The chaotic atmosphere in the advertising circle has long since quietly changed Zhu Maolin's ideas.

Of course this change may not be good but it is obviously necessary for life. Therefore, when his mind was already habitually thinking about a woman close to him in terms of purpose, the appearance of Xiaolu seemed to... seemed to bring some different impact.

Zhu Maolin also thought of another point of view. When men are smaller, they will long for and desire women who are more mature than them. But as men... when we have matured, we prefer those women who are not familiar with the world.

"Have you lived here since you were a child?" The car slowly stopped at the downstairs of a four-story old building. The street lights were dim yellow, and it felt like the power was insufficient or the light bulbs were old.

Several unknown small flying insects were flying under the light at this time.

Xiaolu shook her head, finally answering Zhu Maolin's question. She quickly got out of the car, as if she didn't want to cause more trouble to Zhu Maolin, and said apologetically, "Thank you, this time."

Zhu Maolin simply shook his head and said calmly: "Just think that I am also accumulating my own resources. It's hard to find good advertising models... They are pretty good, and they have some talent. There should be more in the future. More room for development. Just think that I am investing in favor bonds now."

Xiaolu was stunned. Zhu Maolin's remarks were a bit beyond her expectation, whether it was as 'Xiaolu' or something else...

"Is this, after officially entering the society for a long time..." Xiaolu looked at Zhu Maolin with a complicated expression, "The so-called maturity?"

"I believe you will mature in the future." Zhu Maolin smiled softly, then poked his head out and looked at the old building above his head, "Why don't you go up? When you get here, I plan to send you off."

Xiaolu waved her hand quickly and walked up the unprotected stairs. There were even light tubes in the corridor that were manually switched on and off.

And Zhu Maolin quietly drove away from this place.

Returning to the dark old house in Tiantai Mountain, a pair of cold eyes hidden in black robes finally watched Zhu Maolin leave this place completely.

"He still seems to be uninterested, right?" Dazhe's voice suddenly sounded.

At this time, No. 18 suddenly turned around, looked at Dazhe, and said coldly: "How are you practicing your ability to transform?"

"Why do you suddenly ask about this?" Dazhe asked subconsciously.

No. 18 said calmly: "Xiao Lu needs a very bad father, and you just played the role pretty well."

"Sister! You are still planning to continue!" Dazhe said incredulously... He suddenly felt that this was not like a novice teaching to him at all, it simply seemed that the No. 18 eldest sister had become inexplicably competitive.

He didn't believe that a black soul envoy who had lived for who knows how many years would use such a cumbersome and inefficient method... Isn't this too ridiculous?

"Do you have any objections? In that case, I will think of another way. Anyway, you have no obligation to listen to me." No. 18 said calmly.

Dazhe shook his head: "That's not what I meant. As I said, I'm not a good person originally, and I don't blindly resist some so-called methods... I'm thinking, how about we investigate thoroughly? Everything about this benefactor? How can I know more about it so that I can make a better judgment?"

Dazhe imagined that 18 must be able to understand what he meant... As for 18 never taking the initiative to bring up this matter, I'm afraid it's because he said it too beautifully at the beginning, and if he can't step down at this time, or he can't lose face, then it's him Offer up.

No. 18 glanced at Dazhe thoughtfully and suddenly nodded: "That's okay. The work of collecting information was originally one of my duties. This time, everything behind Zhu Maolin will be left to you. Just think of it as practice. Of course, I won’t let you work in vain. If this transaction can be completed, I will offer you part of the performance as a gift."

So... isn't this a step down? Dazhe smiled slightly and said calmly: "Let's talk about this later... Then I'll think about where to start the investigation."

With that said, Dazhe's body atomized away. No. 18 was slightly startled. He was obviously just a newcomer who couldn't fly well, but now he was able to atomize it skillfully.

"How much practice has he done secretly..."

Her view of Dazhe had quietly changed... unexpectedly she felt that Dazhe was a dark soul messenger that she could get along with normally.

"But... what is going on in this bamboo forest?" No. 18 could clearly feel the man's heartbeat for a moment. However, just for a moment, it became impregnable again.

If he really loved his wife, this situation could be explained away... But he was in a weird relationship with his wife.

As Dazhe said, it really needs to be investigated in depth. No. 18 was silent for a while, subconsciously looking at the void-like night, and murmured: "Master, could it be that he had foreseen this situation and therefore approved it deliberately. If this is really the case, So……"

Master, is he already peeking into the future...?

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In the early morning, at 3:30, Zhu Maolin finally returned to his community.

After dragging his tired body for a day, he washed up silently and got into bed with his clothes on. When he closed his eyes, he suddenly heard a rustling sound.

"Did I wake you up?" Zhu Maolin knew it was Hou Chen Yuhan.

"I haven't slept." Hou Chen Yuhan said softly.

After a while of silence, Zhu Maolin said: "Then... go to sleep."

Surprisingly, the wife did not turn around, but instead brought her body closer to her. It was a warm body that had been buried under the quilt for a long time... This kind of warmth was completely different from the heat of just taking a shower.

It's as if warm water with just the right temperature is poured onto the body and covered with a thin layer of gauze.

Zhu Maolin smelled the aroma of his wife's shampoo, and at the same time, his lips were kissed... The heavy breaths were exchanged between the two, and he could instinctively respond to the other's request for a kiss without even thinking. There is no need to cooperate deliberately, because it has been practiced countless times.

His wife's enthusiasm was beyond Zhu Maolin's imagination. It was like a magnesium bar being ignited. A moment of light and heat drove Hou Chen Yuhan's mature body.

She straddled Zhu Maolin's body passionately, but she bowed her body, as if unwilling to leave the lips of her bedmate.

She unbuttoned her husband's pajamas one by one, and began to gently suck on her husband's neck like a gentle drizzle.

The dexterous tip of the tongue then began to wander to her husband's chest, and on the small little spot, it circled with the tip of her ** tongue again and again.

Finally, as a wife, her hands became restless. Hou Chen Yuhan's palm suddenly slipped into her husband's pajamas.

There is nothing indescribable, because they are a legal and reasonable couple, because this is a matter of human relations.

Because they have long passed the so-called reserved age... But Zhu Maolin knew that his wife rarely behaved in such a proactive manner, which made him feel a little at a loss.

His wife's palms were as gentle and flexible as when she was holding clay in the pottery classroom. The touch brought about by manipulation had already connected to the nerves in his body.

But it was far more than that... He had already felt that his clone had entered a warm and moist place the next moment, and his dexterous tongue was carelessly stirring the cortex, which represented the male life force.

Zhu Maolin didn't know how many lifetimes of hard work it took him to obtain such a gentle tomb.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and whispered in a bitter voice: "Better...sleep."

Hou Chen Yuhan suddenly became quiet, and his body seemed to have stiffened... Time also stopped at this moment. When time turned again, as a wife, she rushed out from the quilt, looked at Zhu Maolin with desperate eyes, turned her head, and walked into the bathroom.

There was the sound of water rushing, and Zhu Maolin knew that these sounds existed to cover up another sound.

But he couldn't, and couldn't find any position from which to stop these hidden voices... because of his incompetence.

Yes as a man who cannot fulfill his duties as a husband.

But he has not lost his function as a man, or his function is still very normal, no matter at any time. However, he was never able to react at all when facing his wife.

When Hou Chen Yuhan finally walked out of the bathroom of the master bedroom, Zhu Maolin was no longer in the room.

He was lying on the sofa in the living room outside. No one was sleeping, and whether he wanted to sleep or not... Hou Chen Yuhan didn't even want to let herself think about this problem. She even wanted to forget the source of all this pain.

Hou Chen Yuhan closed her eyes, and the contents of the flower cards she had turned over naturally appeared in front of her eyes. These contents flashed through her memory again and again, and it gradually became clear that they included her own love.

She didn't know what the price of this magical store was. She just felt that her love, which was about to be broken, really had such value.

Hou Chen Yuhan couldn't remember how long the time between her and her husband had been out of sync.

It turns out that the moment when the jet lag is synchronized is just as painful as ever...

Across the door, the quiet living room suddenly heard screams coming from the room. In the end, Zhu Maolin just covered his eyes with his arms.

Early in the morning, four and two.

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Early in the morning, a very young man with a scarf wrapped around half of his face greeted the cemetery's mourning hall.

It is not a fixed festival for worship. It is very rare that some people will choose to come to this cemetery to worship at this time... An old man in charge of cleaning here looked at the young man wearing a scarf with some curiosity.

He stopped in front of a piece of spiritual tablets and looked at one of them.

"Excuse me, can you buy some scented oil candles?"

But now that someone is here, the old man naturally plans to start a business with this young man who has brought nothing.

"Okay, give me some." Dazhe nodded.

The old man found that this young man seemed to be particularly pious, and finally Dazhe placed a bouquet of incense in the sky in front of a child's spiritual tablet... Zhu Maoxing.

The deceased child's name.

"Hey, little brother, who are you this kid? Why haven't I seen you before?" The old man looked at Dazhe curiously.

The old man has always been running the business here. Most people who come here remember it, whether they are new entrants or those who came a long time ago. But after thinking about it, it is indeed the first time they have met this young man.

"Well, I am a friend of this child's parents." Dazhe said then, and then suddenly asked: "Old man, have you met this child's parents?"

"As for his mother, she often came here quietly. So I have a deep impression." The old man thought: "But his father has no impression. I think he came once when he first bought the place."

"Why?" Dazhe suddenly asked.

The old man said subconsciously: "Maybe it's because he feels guilty? After all, something like that happened, and I don't think anyone would feel comfortable... Well, speaking of it, I can only blame this child for his unlucky life."

"What should I say?" Dazhe asked.

"This child seems to have been locked in the car by his father and suffocated to death."

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Generally, this kind of thing is considered common and can only be blamed on the father's carelessness. But this matter cannot be blamed on his father. I heard that his father just got out of the car and went to the side. I went to the convenience store to buy something, but when I came back, I was hit by a drunk driver and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment... No one noticed that the child was still in the car... So, you are not theirs Friends? Why don’t you know... people? "